Today I rushed to the local coffee shop for a coffee latte (YES milk, sigh) and in the process I put my scooter on its stand on a metal grid (man hole). It was all fine until I had my latte and came out and wanted to take it off its stand. I struggled as it was now stuck in the grid and the metal was lodged. I knew I couldn't do it alone but I tried. I became panicky because I had a class in 20 minutes.
A regular who sits outside with his paper and coffee helped me pull it out. This reminded me again of how I love the Taiwanese. It took him about 30 seconds to notice and to come to help. Why I say the Taiwanese is because this is not the first time a man has come to help me lift or move my scooter. It just set such a pleasant tone for me for the rest of the day.
May we be those who offer to help too!
Richest Blessings,
Sarah.
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