(2016): After Volunteering for Port Moody Station Museum‘s Easter Event
Kindness is priceless. It is much sweeter and more precious for someone who has experienced emotional cruelty during his childhood. I have realized this throughout my life, first as a victim of bullying and then as a university student who met a group of appreciative friends. A simple thank you or a handshake is enough to convey kindness when a person does it sincerely.
Unfortunately, I have also experienced ignorance. Once, I tried to impress a pretty brunette girl in a social gathering, letting her know that I had been volunteering for various non-profit organizations. She blurted out; “But you are disabled, how can you help other people?” She laughed, as if I had told her something absurd. It was as though she had stabbed a sharp needle into my heart and I missed my friends so much at that moment. I longed to experience my kind and comforting moments with them again.
As a person with disability I have had similar moments many times in my life, but I never get used to this kind of emotional blow. Every time I think of that incident, I remind myself that even I have hurt people I am supposed love and respect with my careless words. Although she was just a stranger, I don’t believe I will ever forget that moment.