13 Apr

An immeasurable discovery

Publié par Audate Starson - Catégories : #Saint text

One early morning, like every weekday during the school period, I make myself ready sometimes around 7:00 a.m. Clean up, eat breakfast, check my books, and then step out ready to begin my day. I normally take two buses to go to the college, an experience that I advise those who are into social science.

So, there is always something exciting that would happen either on the bus going to the transfer center, or the other bus I take from the transfer center in downtown Harrisburg to the Central Pennsylvania Community College (HACC) Harrisburg campus where I attend school. Either the bus driver will say something smart to someone who takes too long to find a seat, or someone would start talking loudly on the phone the entire trip, or sometimes sadly experiencing the bus leaving someone who is desperately trying to race it to the next stop.

My favorite time while taking the bus is watching the contrasted scenery of the city of Harrisburg changing from mostly average-looking-income house to the inner city style, following by a view of mulberry street while the bus cruise its way to the historical landmark of what use to be the open market back in the days; In other words my days are always eventful and unpredictable.

However this is not the reason I am writing today. Beside the original laugh I get from some of the things that happen along the time I wait for the second bus to come, what had taken place that day was personally far more outshining than any other.

I was looking at the top of the Colonial park church when suddenly a bus come obscure my view. It was the number 322. If you are not a bus rider those numbers are important and are meant to tell the bus destination, although they can be confusing at first, but I digress.

In front of the bus there was a senior citizen who seemed to have difficulty to walk. The man was about four feet away from me; in front of him there was a walking aid. The bus was a couple of inch too far from the walking area, so to get in, it would require that old man to make a little effort; at least stretch one leg.

In my head that was the easiest thing that anyone like me would have to come across in a day. I glimpsed at him for a quick second not so much to think about how much pain he my probably have just to do such a task, but because the bus just disturb my view and I had to look somewhere else as natural as that sounds.

The bus driver kneel the front of the bus, and then I realized he was really having a hard time. I stepped forward hold his arm and helped him get into the bus.

I froze in time for a second while helping that man, and I assure you it felt like a lifetime. There was that strange and fuzzy feeling that was going through my entire body,.. oh yeah it felt good. It felt really good to have done such a little thing, but to feel such an immense sensation of accomplishing something for someone who truly needed a help.

I have never seen that person before and today 04/14/2015 it has been a week, and I haven't seen him ever-since. It was not just the emotion that was unknown to me, but throughout the day I had the time to think about life and had a new perspective. I was imagining myself being that man, and if by chance I live to be as old as he is, would someone care enough to help me when I need it? How many times have I not helped someone who needed me not because I don't want to help but because I might have assumed that it is an easy task and that he/she got it?

My journey in the CAT bus in Harrisburg will always be eventful and I have met some great friend while riding it, but the emotion that I got from that experience is something that will not be paired.

Author: Audate, Starson

Picture was taken from Google images, and it is not my property.