Helping Little Girls

The tenderness with which she spoke melted my heart, so I had no option but to help her. After I did so, she said "thank-you" before dashing off to wherever she was headed.
Last Wednesday, another girl stopped me when I was walking in Kiserian Town. With a baby on her back, she implored me to help her cross the road. (What's with girls asking me to help them cross the road?)
Afraid she could be taking advantage of me, I asked her whether she was in the company of adults beside her. When she told me she wasn't, I held her hand and guided her across the busy road.
Though beautiful, the girl wasn't bright enough to thank me for helping her cross the road. But I felt useful, not used, and proud that she had seen in me a good man she could rely on.
Not long afterwards, I thought back to my childhood years when complete strangers also helped me. I remembered one man who helped me carry a heavy jerrycan of milk that I took to a cafe in Kiserian in the morning.
I remembered, too, a policeman who asked someone to help me carry a heavy load I was taking home one afternoon in the mid '90s. He did the same on another afternoon.
Because I can't remember the faces of those strangers, I will never repay them for their kindness. Last Wednesday, I thought I had paid it forward when I helped two little girls cross the road.
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