Before yesterday, I hadn’t done anything that brought me regret this year, and the feeling of unrest I was having in the last 24 hours was quite overwhelming.
So I was called to come to work earlier than the normal time I usually report. You can just imagine how that made me feel. I woke up earlier than usual, hoping to finish early and beat traffic. And for me, beating traffic is a big deal because the drive to the workplace is about 10 minutes. But with traffic, I would have to spend about 35 minutes.
And I know someone would refer me to something I said sometime ago about liking to be in vehicles. Well, this is different. I do like being in vehicles, but it should be in motion. See the difference?
So yeah, I finished getting ready for work on time and then set off. Right before stopping a commercial car, I heard someone trying to call me. It started like “sssssss,” and I hate to hear such sounds from people because it’s mostly done by men trying to approach women. And I believe as a human being with manners, whether female or male, you can just approach someone politely and talk to them rather than just doing that.
So I didn’t really mind the person, but after some seconds, I saw a little girl behind me and realized she was the one doing it. Don’t forget, I was already angry at this point. I looked at her, and she went like, “Sister, please, can I ask you a question?” Without thinking twice, I just said no. I didn’t even say no; I shook my head.
And then a commercial car stopped right in front of me, so I entered. In that moment, I didn’t think about what had happened, but after some minutes, I began feeling guilty of my action. I thought of all the questions she probably wanted to ask me. Was she in danger? Did she need help? What did she want to know? She was in a school uniform, so did she need help going to school?
So many questions. Many questions. That was when I started regretting what I had done. Maybe I should have just listened to her. Maybe she really needed an answer. I thought for so long and decided to just say a word of prayer for her. I asked God to let someone give her the help or answers she needs since I obviously failed to do that.
I think this is definitely something I’ll remember and regret for a long time. And to be honest, I’m glad it happened because now I know to always give people, especially kids, a listening ear no matter how angry I am.
Dear little girl, I don’t know who you are or where you are from, but I’m sorry I couldn’t be there for you. But I hope my prayer got answered and you got whatever help you were looking for. I promise never to repeat such a thing ever again. Grow beautifully.
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This is nice, still. Prayers work things and where we can't. You saw your mistake and repented of it, and said the little girl a prayer. Hopefully things go well or even better for her through that prayer.
We ought to learn from our mistakes. Let's not just wallow in the guilt, but see the wrong and take a lesson, which you did.
This was really heartwarming. Thank you.
You're welcome.
It's hard to go back to fix those quick moments of haste that we later regret. I hope your kind words here make you feel better,
Sending you some Ecency curation votes.
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Thank you.