STORYMIRROR

One Good Deed

One Good Deed

1 min
563


I can never forget that dark and gloomy day

When the skies filled with water were just pouring away

I was out in the streets, making my way

I was going to my office that day.

 

The trains were shut, the streets were empty

I waited for hours to find a cab.

In the distance, I saw this man old

Struggling with his umbrella fighting the cold.

 

I watched him anxiously as he struggled

Then suddenly he stumbled

And collapsed and started to drown.

I ran, shouting for help

A few passersby stopped and ran

In the direction of the drowning old man.

 

The elder, we found, had stepped into a manhole

Carelessly left open or broken, I don’t know

Down he went in, th

e old man

Sucked into the flooding waters.

 

We pulled him out in the nick of time

And I covered him with the raincoat of mine

And asked him “Are you fine?”

 

“My son,” he said “You not only saved me

But also, my wife.

She is ill and I ventured out

To fetch important medicines for her.

What would have happened to her if I had died?”

 

He took my hand, the old man did

He hugged me as hard as he could

Kissed me like I was his child

Tears flowing down his eyes.

 

That look of gratefulness, those words of love

Those emotions kind, that warm and sweet hug

Rent my heart and made me proud

At least one good deed

One memory to cherish.


Rate this content
Log in