He came to our door almost everyday with our letters. I’m guessing that he was in his early thirties. I will have to refer to him as the ‘courier man’ because I don’t know what his name was. A few times, he brought the letters a day late and explained that he had been unwell, but we never learned what ailed him. When we were not at home, he took the trouble of delivering our mail to our neighbour upstairs. Over two months ago, another young man (Sagar) started coming in his place. It was only last week when finally asked Sagar about him, that I was told that our ‘courier man’ had committed suicide.
It seemed too late to find out his name……..it seemed meaningless to. Why hadn’t I bothered to do that earlier? Why hadn’t I taken the trouble to ask him more about himself? I won’t flatter myself to think this would have prevented him from committing suicide. But somewhere deep inside me, I’ll always wish I had been kinder.
We can’t guess what people are going through, but perhaps if we showed more interest, treated them with more respect, we would make their life a little easier, a little more bearable.
Beginning today, treat everyone you meet as if they were going to be dead by midnight. Extend to them all the care, kindness and understanding you can muster, and do with no thought of any reward. Your life will never be the same again. ~ Og Mandino
May you be inspired – every day!
Inspiring Citizen Rafi
My wife tells me that I do this quite often where I ask people about their lives and 9 out 10 times people open up which gives happiness for both them and myself.