Could you still remember when you're in your primary school, where you were writing essays about helping blind people cross the road or giving your seat on the bus to an old lady?
It was today's evening, at Maluri bus station, in front of Jusco. I saw a blind old lady comming down from a bus, tapping her (what do you call that stick?), with her weak voice calling out softly, "Hello?"
I can't believe that, the crowd around her actually ran away from her, instead of helping her... And I can't believe that, I walked to her and asked her what can I help...
"Can you alert me when T327 arrives?"
"Okay, no problem."
"And let me know when you are going to leave."
"Okay~"
A few moments later, (OMG) a U47 arrived! (U47 is the RapidKL route that passes in front of my front door and it is considered as my dream bus to get on whenever I wanted to go home, as Metro or SJ's 62 stops at Jalan Cheras and I'll need to 'climb' up the hill to reach home. But it is really RARE to spot one when I need it, I've never ride on any U47 for months! And, U47 is everywhere when I don't need them... For once I tried to wait for a U47 to appear, 7 (is it 7 or 9 ar?) 62's came and went off... I no tahan anymore and rode on the next 62, while cursing RapidKL...)
"Err, sorry, my bus arrived. I'll find someone else to help you."
"Thank you."
I asked the young man in front of me to help out the poor blind old lady, after staring at me for a few seconds, he agreed.
Back on the bus, i started to feel lucky to get on U47 today, feeling a little bit sad for not being able to wait for a T327 for that pity blind lady, feeling a little bit (actually, quite) disappointed because of Malaysian's (perhaps Cheras people's) coldness towards the disabled, and also feeling a little bit happy for approaching the blind old lady to volunteer...
