Yesterday, I experienced the kindness of a stranger.

The skies were dark, like really dark at only 5.30. Thank God I made my way across the road before the huge droplets started pelting down. Not that I didn't get wet at all, but I could have been completely drenched. Long story short, I alighted at my stop, had quite a distance to walk (without shelter) before reaching the MRT station, it was still POURING. So I.. waited. Didn't really know for what, but I didn't want to get wet! Plus I was carrying my lak sek bag - it could stain my clothes if I was not careful! People walked pass so quickly one by one. All not caring about where their umbrellas' droplets dripped. Being irritating Singaporeans that everyone complains about. The bus stop's shelter was cracked and I had to choose between (dirty) water dripping on my shoulder and gusts of droplets-laden wind. My sandals were disgusting and I felt sand under my feet. I was feeling really frustrated. God, please help me! I don't want to get any wetter. Then this guy, I'm guessing a Bangladeshi construction worker, looked at me and asked if I wanted to get to the MRT. He was already opening his umbrella and stepping out of the shelter, so I had to think fast and I jumped at his kind offer. I don't know, some people might freak out, but I was really so grateful for him. It saddens me that it took a foreigner, someone not as well off, to show an act of kindness. His umbrella wasn't big at all, in fact when the wind blew the umbrella turned inside out. I still got a little wet. I was still uncomfortable. But I was so happy inside. I made sure I smiled my bigggest smile at him, and thanked him profusely.

I wished I ceased the opportunity to talk with him a bit more and really let him know how much his action has blessed me.

We should really accept all these foreign workers slogging their guts out everyday just to make a living and for their family. They are no less human than us. They have feelings too. It pains me to read about Singaporeans, so against them, complaining about them hanging out at void decks, having fun. Sure sometimes some of them do get a little out of hand and make a din, but not everyone of them do that. Walk a mile in their shoes. Alone in another country away from your family. Working so hard everyday for your life. People treat you like you're diseased, blame you for everything, suspect you when something is missing. It's not very nice at all.

And parents should totally teach their children to respect their maids.

If there's one thing God is teaching me, it is to love. Love without judgement. Everyone's a 10, regardless of age, gender, dressing, race, background, language, pattern. Like how Jesus loves us. Which incidentally is what I mean by 'strippedtolove'. I want to be stripped of everything that's stopping me from loving, really loving others. Everyone.

It is hard. Really hard. But I'm trying.

Lord help me. I've never felt more alone, but I know that You are with me. You are the only one I can rely on completely because You never fail. Never have, never will. Guide me Lord, open my eyes. Help me see what You see. Show me the right way. Help me know what to do, what You want me to do. The future may seem bleak, times may be trying, we may be in the desert, but You are still God. Help me find joy in You even when my heart is filled with sorrow. That I will sing praises to you all the days of my life, regardless of circumstances. Lord, I'm clinging to You and You alone.
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