'twas but two weeks ago, I wrote a post about helping a girl who was in need... And today, 2 weeks later, well..
It was just a normal Friday, full of regret for thurdays and each thursday past, that led me to decide "Shopping was a chore that must be done."
But ugh, that process of having to haul myself from slumber, migrate to the living and be a part of this thing we all experience?
I know, I'll just have a few drinks, make a journey of it. Problem solved.
I lamented my meandering course towards the first stop, the blatantly resourceless store.. but managed to get enough for my torturous treck towards
the thing.. a chemist, first stop. I needed to get the chains with which I am .. well chained to. buggers.
I knew it was an overcast solemn day, one that would rain on me.. "why does it always rain on me..." played in my mind, and not my bluetooth headsst,
making it all the more engaging..
I made it to the place, a good 50 minutes from the train, which only serves as a point of reference and not a mode of transport, on this occasion.
I decided .. "I am really too stuffed for all of this.." and rather than head towards the mall where I had anticipated hordes of rampaging buyers
hustling and bustling to and fro between this and that. I'd just go home.. a petulant ire in me cried. But I snuffed it out by sitting at a bus stop
to have a quick sip and wipe the brow from the humidity and sprinkling rain..
"ahh.." I thought.. but suddenly, a small child appeared. A young nyungar kid, of about 7 or 8 years.
"Excuse me, do you know if any black fellas live in this road?"
I looked at the poor lad, his cap on properly, well dressed, but lost..
"Oh mate, I dunno, I dunno anyone here.. Where you from?"
"Kalgoorlie." he said, his face looking down.
"Do you know how to get home from here?"
"Not from here.. I am supposed to go to my cousins."
"Where is she? Do you know her phone number or address?"
"How did you get here?" I ask.
"Uber.. My dad put me in an uber to get here.."
At this point I was at a loss as to what to do..
"Whats your cousins name, I'll see if I can find her in the phone book."
he tells me her name, and I search, but nothing comes up...
"Can't find her mate..."
"Oh it's ok, thanks anyway."
But there is no way on this planet I'm letting this child wander on in the rain and unending day..
"Hey, lets go into this place and see if the they can help, I'm sure they have more ways to get information!!"
I pointed towards the retirement village in front of us, and he walked with me towards the main door.
"Whats your name?" I asked.
"Hey Joshua, I'm Steve."
And we entered.
The lady on the phone soon hung up, and looked at us with a smile.
"Umm, hi, this young fella is lost, he's looking for his cousin, she lives on this road, but he can't find it? I am lost as to what to do."
"Ohh, hey whats your name?" she asked, looking motherly towards him..
and she asked more questions, I told her as much as I knew, and finally she found where his father worked, in Belmont, helping nyungar people get
work. We looked at each other and knew he'd be ok.
"I can take it from here if you like." she said.
"Thank you, and hey Joshua, good luck buddy!!" I said as I went back out into the rain to continue my long walk home.
I Emailed the father also.. Told him I hope he got the message, but that he had the most polite and well mannered son ever.
Even with the world collapsing, with all the bad, there is just .. hope yet...
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