Who are these people whom we call strangers? Are they people whom we do not know, or are they people whom we have yet to know, or are they people who just fill in the voids of our daily life like extras in a movie show?
I believe there are no strangers in this world.. Just friends whom you have yet to meet... the vast number of people to whom we have yet to reach out to. Well to think about it.. none of the friends we have are friends by default. All the friends we have were strangers once.
This reminds me of an incident that took place a long time back when I was studying my first year architectural degree. I was doing my model then made out of cardboards. And being a first timer in doing my model without any formal training, I overlooked the fact that I had to bring in my own cardboard. The final essembly of our project took place at the university hall where all the lecturers and teachers monitored our every movement.
Well... I had to settle for a low-quality paper that was being prepared. I was extremely demoralized. Out of the blue, a guy slid a sheet of hi-quality cardboard paper on my desk and said, "I have an extra one, I believe you could use it".
I did not expect that from a stranger and I did not ask him for help... and that cardboard doesn't come cheap! Before I could even thank him, he rushed back to his seat. I wanted so much to express my gratitude, but he was long gone before I could finish my so called structural paper element of a building. I did not know him.. and he did not know me, but what he did then secured me the grade to enter my second year.
It isn't just a piece of paper.... it isn't! It has been almost 12 years now and that incident is safely archived in a corner of my mind. Was he a stranger? I don't think so.... He was just another wonderful soul I never got to know.
I believe there are no strangers in this world.. Just friends whom you have yet to meet... the vast number of people to whom we have yet to reach out to. Well to think about it.. none of the friends we have are friends by default. All the friends we have were strangers once.
This reminds me of an incident that took place a long time back when I was studying my first year architectural degree. I was doing my model then made out of cardboards. And being a first timer in doing my model without any formal training, I overlooked the fact that I had to bring in my own cardboard. The final essembly of our project took place at the university hall where all the lecturers and teachers monitored our every movement.
Well... I had to settle for a low-quality paper that was being prepared. I was extremely demoralized. Out of the blue, a guy slid a sheet of hi-quality cardboard paper on my desk and said, "I have an extra one, I believe you could use it".
I did not expect that from a stranger and I did not ask him for help... and that cardboard doesn't come cheap! Before I could even thank him, he rushed back to his seat. I wanted so much to express my gratitude, but he was long gone before I could finish my so called structural paper element of a building. I did not know him.. and he did not know me, but what he did then secured me the grade to enter my second year.
It isn't just a piece of paper.... it isn't! It has been almost 12 years now and that incident is safely archived in a corner of my mind. Was he a stranger? I don't think so.... He was just another wonderful soul I never got to know.
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