Something happened to me today as I was walking homewards from the main market that reminded me, totally unrelated though, of an episode I had watched on Oprah many years ago where she had an interview with Ashley Smith, the author of An Unlikely Angel. On that particular talk show, Ashley Smith talked about how she was able to save herself from the man who was holding her hostage and how the circumstances that followed the ordeal brought her to write the book.
Well, what happened to me that triggered the memory into being had no connection at all to Smith’s experience or the book she had written or The Purpose Driven Life that she had been reading during her encounter with the man who held her hostage. It was the title of the book, An Unlikely Angel.
Wearing my purple windcheater, homebound under the rain that had softened to a drizzle, a traffic policeman rode past me. He was mumbling something to me and it took me a second to register what he was saying:
“I’m going upto Dinthar, do you want a ride?”
My first reaction was: who are you? I don’t know you! But I managed a smile and said, “No, I’m walking upto Vaivakawn; thank you!”
The traffic policeman, covered in his raincoat that had an official Traffic written on the back rode down the little slope and stood on the small landing by the flight of steps I would be taking. He was adjusting the foot pegs and I realized that he was waiting for me. I tried to walk past him, but he said, “Hop on, you can ride halfway. Better than walking under the rain.”
I am a firm believer of many things. Among them, I believe that one should accept any kind of actions done out of goodwill. Although I desperately wanted to walk because I had been missing too much of my morning walks these days, I couldn’t relent the goodwill of the policeman and so off we went, from the little lane above the Dawrpui Church towards the junction by the Dawrpui Primary School.
“Are you going home to Dinthar?” I asked.
“No; there’s a landslide that has blocked the road to RTP Peng. I have been summoned to divert the traffic from Dinthar. Are you on your way home?”
We chatted throughout the short ride; me at the pillion wondering why this policeman on the wheels stopped and insisted to give me a ride all the while. I got off at the junction, grateful to the core, thanking him for the ride and wishing him to have fun at the duty.
Who was he, I probably will never know. And he would never know who I was as well because we didn’t see each other’s faces properly at all. I didn’t ask him anything that would give me an information or two about him either. That was when Ashley Smith’s unlikely angel came to my mind. That I met an unlikely angel on my way home who showed kindness to a random citizen walking under the rain.
To anyone who might think of our actions anything but, let me argue my case that I had considered everything as well. If I hadn’t trusted that policeman, I’d lie my way out. But I didn’t. As he stood there on the little landing, I knew that I should take the offer. And I did so.
What touched me is not the ride on the traffic policeman’s bike. No, I didn’t need the ride at all. But what touched me is the thought behind the offer for a ride. That he stopped for someone who said, “No” to his initial invite and actually wiped the pillion seat dry while waiting for me.
There’d been times I’ve been totally disillusioned by institutions and unwritten rules and codes we abide by; times when I lost my faith in power structures and hierarchies. And being someone who had given up her zest for life a lifetime ago, there’ve been things that have taken place in my life that have made me grateful that I’ve chosen life. Like this kindness and thoughtfulness of this traffic policeman who offered and insisted to give the ride and wiped the seat dry for me. I’d like to believe that this wasn’t his first time offering a ride to a random citizen, and I hope that this wouldn’t be his last.
As I walked on, I thought that I should’ve thanked him more profusely or tell him that I was grateful in better words. I suddenly felt my “Thank you very much” quite insufficient. Yet what was done was done. All I could do was tell the Old Man upstairs just how grateful I was because of the policeman who had been kind enough to offer me a ride.
I hope that his kindness and thoughtfulness towards me would warm him somehow as he stands under the rain, diverting the traffic in our tiny little landslide-prone capital. I hope that more people will be touched by his kindness and thoughfulness and that somehow, all these will come full circle for him so that he will be repaid to the full not only in the lifetime that is to come, but in this very lifetime as well.
I’ve never been more blessed to meet this unlikely angel. I hope I can be one too, and many more times as well.
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