“the strangers who are naturally inspiration”

The way that Buddhist bell draw me into the temple the sounds of the organ drag me to the church...On last Sunday evening, I attended the local church mini orchestra. The church was almost full therefore I have squeezed myself hardly in the last row bench. A minute later a lady came in, pushing her old mom in her wheelchair. Her mom was very old and somehow weak. She placed her in wheelchair carefully next to the last rows. Then she removed her shawl and opened up the jacket’s buttons carefully. Then she took off her hat & she rearranges her hair which was trapped under the hat very, very gently. She tapped on her shoulder to give her a comfort and assurance. She was giving her eye contact every 10 minute to ensure her comfort. She refused to sit when I have offered my place to her, to not lose an access to her mom...

What I was enjoying to see that, an ordinary lady who was caring of her old mom but it was more than just a normal caring; she was caring of her affectionately. She was not making an extra effort to be kind, she was naturally kind, and it was naturally expressed. This is how when someone has been raised with compassion, spontaneously can share it back.
The organ sounds in the church was pleasing to hear and the strange lady’s compassion toward her mom was too good to be unseen. I call this chapter “the strangers who are naturally inspiration”