Wednesday, February 13, 2013

Lead a horse to water

Driving along the Esplanade this morning after having run an errand in Durban, I had the opportunity to observe my surroundings since I joyously managed to catch every red robot.....and boy are there rather a few along that stretch! As is par for the course, these beggar stations were well occupied so I automatically adopted the standard bobblehead pose - shake your head "no" vigorously and avert your eyes if the pleading persists! As a zoned out young man with over bronzed leathery skin and shoulder length straggly hair made a beeline for my window, after being rejected by the car infront, an unusual sight grabbed my attention. 

Across the road, on the island in the middle, was a group of municipal workers in their tidy blue overalls with grass cutters propped over their shoulders. What stood out for me was that among them stood a young fresh faced caucasian female with a bright pink bandana adorning her head. She was laughing and chatting easily with her fellow collegues and appeared to be enjoying the outdoors immensely. Rushing around with a weedeater all day is no walk in the park, so surely this must be a girl who really isn't going to let life do her in no matter what it takes? 

In these tough economic times, surely a job is a job and if you are willing and able, why should you feel it's your right to burden others who too have their own issues? Having just witnessed that, it was ever so easy to brush away the few natural pangs of guilt I felt not really wanting to share some of my hard earned change with the young man with the drunken eyes.

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