Angels on the road

It was a rainy night in Tenesse; at a bus station in the town, I watched a young girl weeping as her baggage was taken down. It seems she’d lost her ticket changing buses in the night. She begged them not to leave her there with any sign of help in sight.

The bus driver had a face of stone, and his heart was surely the same.
“Losing your ticket is like losing cash money,” He said, and left her in the rain.

Then an old Indian man stood up, and blocked the driver’s way, and would not let him pass before He said what he had to say.

“How can you leave that girl out there? Don’t you fear God? You know she had a ticket. You can’t just leave her here. You can’t put her out in a city, where she doesn’t have a friend. You will meet your schedule, but she might meet her end.”

The driver showed no sign that he’d heard or even cared about the young girl’s problem or how her travels fared. So the old gentleman said, “For her fare I’ll pay. I’ll give her a little money to help her on her way.”

He went and bought the ticket and helped her to her place, and helped her put her baggage in the overhead luggage space.

“How can I repay,” she said, “The kindness you’ve shown tonight? We’re strangers who won’t meet again, a mere ‘thank you’ doesn’t seem right.”

He said, “What goes around comes around. This I’ve learned with time, what you give, you always get back; what you sow, you reap in kind. Always be helpful to others, and give what you can spare; for by being kind to strangers, we help angels unaware.”