There was one afternoon that I was exiting my Sunday service. I had been awfully distracted during the sermon because of so many issues at work and with family responsibilities. I was alone that night and while leaving the Church, a partially blind man happened to cross my path. He was exiting the Church as well and he asked if I could help him catch the cab he called. He walked tapping his cane as I guided him down some steps onto the sidewalk.

I stood with him on the curb while he waited for the cab. He started telling me about his life. How he lost his vision by some accident. It was sad how he could hardly recognize his kids anymore but he seemed to cope with it by simply laughing it off. He even cracked a few jokes here and there—pretty funny ones at that. At that point I thought it was quite amazing how he could be living a jolly existence despite his disability.

Towards the end, he mentioned how “it is always better to leave someone with a chuckle rather than a wince”. I wished many people could live that way, including me.

To this day I still wonder if he was some sort of messenger sent to tell me to be a happier person no matter what the circumstance. It felt good to be able to help out even in the smallest way possible. It was a learning experience that I will definitely remember—how even a blind man can see more sense in living than many people around.