Why do you want to help me? Who I am to you? I am just a stranger, a person whom you had picked up along the way. I was seriously injured with blood smearing the whole of my scalp, a stab wound at the side of my abdomen, and you helped me – which was what anybody in their right mind would do. And you abandoned all your plans immediately and drove me to the hospital.
Any crazy soul would desert me to my death, pretending to keep a closed eye as they drive along the dark lonely road. I could even be taken as a gimmick of thieves to stop passing cars with the intention of mugging kind hearted people… but you stopped, withstanding the risk upon yourself and rode me in your car.
And now you are saying that I can come and live with you in the meantime; while I recover from amnesia, when I finally discover who my family is and my home, when I can final remember who I am? Until then, you will take me into your home; you will call me your family?
Why treat me with such kindness? For all you know I may be poor or even a murderer who has lost his mind. You (as well as I) don’t even know my (own) background. What if I betray you once my memory returns?
Elderly man:
What is man without life? What is life when you find yourself trapped in an island, living a lonesome day with three coconuts on a single tree? Life becomes meaningless if we fail to share it. We must depend on one another for sustenance rather than walk the journey alone.
(This is an excerpt from a drama with extensive additons)
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Will this kind of society ever exist? A community where a person would trust even a stranger until the extent of welcoming him to his family.
When I give and share what I have, it always pains me to feel that the person at the receiving end is suspecting me of an ulterior motive. As if nothing in this world is free. Why can’t I just be your miracle? Not only to a close friend but also to a stranger, is showing kindness without cost possible?
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