Way before my senior years, when I still applied hair color (I had white hair at 18), I was sometimes offered a seat on a bus. It was weird, but because I hated embarrasing the guy who offered, I took it, but not before I felt like strongly hesitating. But I decided to think of the guy's feelings first before mine.
It's somewhat awkward to be offered a seat in public vehicles. Especially if you're a man, still strong and capable and regularly training in martial arts. You think the seat giver deems you too weak or old. Sometimes, you're even insulted. Not anymore today, though, when even young girls are required to give their seats to seniors on MRT or LRT trains.
But sometimes, I get carried away by my adult ego and silliness. So, instead of being grateful I sometimes smirk, feeling slighted. You try to stand up tall and upright--flex some muscles which I still have somehow--to show I'm not as senior as I look. I can have that stupid option, but thank God I manage not to anymore. What will I do without GOD?
Let's go back in time. I often found myself in the situation. A nice young guy would see my white hair and conclude outright that I was a senior. I really appreciated young men like that and I had to take the offer gratefully even if I didn't deserve it. (It took me lots of mind-setting before I was able to do this).
Oh yeah, and there were young ladies, too, who did this for me. Gee, I don't know--did I look that old or did they just have a crush on me? 😅
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Oh yeah, and there were young ladies, too, who did this for me. Gee, I don't know--did I look that old or did they just have a crush on me? 😅
I never explained myself, how I was not yet a senior citizen--how I still could manage and all that--because I didn't want to embarrass good kids just to save myself from looking old. My wife did, trying to spare me from the old-age stigma, but I believed a closer look at me spoke for itself. So, there it was, some nice young person offering me his or her seat, but when I moved to take the seat while the train was moving fast they realized I was not yet that senior. I could be Spiderman.
Sometimes, with my slightly athletic build they realize I don't deserve it. In fact, they need it more than I do. But it'd be too late by then. I already accepted the offer. I'd see them regret for a while (I see it written on their faces) but they recover quickly, sigh and look away, probably just thinking of nice, positive things instead of dwelling in their misjudgment. Conscience stricken, I offer the seat as soon as a much older person gets in. Then I see everyone in the train gets relief. Yup, everybody there is affected.
Sometimes, it's difficult to accept help from others if you think doing it shows your weakness--or eats up something from your manhood, adulthood, seniority or profession. But actually, it only shows how you need to be released from some wrong thinking. Lots of folks need to be set free from this. It's perfectly all right to accept help, and do so cheerfully with gratitude. Today, I still rarely ask help from people, but when they offer it, I humbly and gratefully accept.
Sometimes, with my slightly athletic build they realize I don't deserve it. In fact, they need it more than I do. But it'd be too late by then. I already accepted the offer. I'd see them regret for a while (I see it written on their faces) but they recover quickly, sigh and look away, probably just thinking of nice, positive things instead of dwelling in their misjudgment. Conscience stricken, I offer the seat as soon as a much older person gets in. Then I see everyone in the train gets relief. Yup, everybody there is affected.
Sometimes, it's difficult to accept help from others if you think doing it shows your weakness--or eats up something from your manhood, adulthood, seniority or profession. But actually, it only shows how you need to be released from some wrong thinking. Lots of folks need to be set free from this. It's perfectly all right to accept help, and do so cheerfully with gratitude. Today, I still rarely ask help from people, but when they offer it, I humbly and gratefully accept.
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In fact, it's manly to allow others get a chance at honor by helping you. It's great to be a stepping stone to their feeling of heroism and usefulness. Some folks say people offering me their seats is a sign it's time I dye my hair black. What? And forfeit myself of the opportunity to lift others up? No way. And besides, that will just be added expense on my part. If I don't allow them that, where would they step on to get to the next stepping stone?
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