It was around 1030 at night when the door bell rang. It was a 15 year old kid. He looked upset. He asked me to help a kid who had fallen off a bicycle and had his foot stuck in its wheel. I noticed the commotion across the street. I realized the seriousness of the issue and rushed towards the bunch of teenagers gathered around the 5 year old kid who was screaming with pain.
I observed the situation to find out that the kid’s foot was stuck in the rear wheel near the place where the wheel was connected with the bike. The kids were unable to get the foot out because his shoe was getting stuck, and all that pressure was torturing the little boy. So the first thing I did was that I removed his shoe. Rest was easy. One simple push and the kid was free. Everyone was delighted. The boy, whose name was Yahya, looked all right. He was walking funny but he’ll be fine. I told everyone that everything was cool and they could resume their playing. And then I came back home.
This might seem like an ordinary story but I kept thinking about it and when I went to sleep I got the best sleep I had in a long time. The kind of satisfaction that I got after “rescuing” that kid is a very rare feeling for me. I didn’t know him; neither do I think I will ever see him again. But I just happened to be there when he needed help and I was able to help him. What if I wasn’t home at that time? What if I had just told the kid who asked for help to buzz off? What if it hadn’t occurred to me to remove the kid’s shoe first? What if I had applied too much pressure on his foot and might have caused greater injury? It seems as if God wanted me to be there at the right place at the right time.
I realized that satisfaction doesn’t come from money, or car, or home, or job. Satisfaction comes when you take somebody out of pain. Satisfaction comes when someone counts on you and you come up to their expectations. Satisfaction comes by simply being there for people.
Happy Eid to all the readers.