Sometimes we need to put ourselves in the position of others to really feel what they are feeling before passing comments. If only we know how our words have contributed to pains in the heart of other probably we would have been more careful. Or, It's just me that is feeling the way my colleague got embarrassed wasn't supposed to be.
It all happened this last Wednesday that Mr Ayoade, a male clerk in my school got so drunk that everyone wondered what could have happened to him, after allowing him to sleep he was able to narrate what he went through in the hands of a girl he called future partner. He was planning to introduce her to his parent when she said she was no longer interested, the painful part was that he just paid the girl's sister school fees with his last salary.
Everybody excluding me bursted into chorus laughter and called him a fool. I was so concerned because I knew what he was passing through. People mocked his good heart, and he got crying again. I left the place because i couldn't hold back my tears. After he was left alone I went to him and comforted him with my story, I made him realized that he is an hero because he helped someone.
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I never knew I passed through what I experienced because someone will experience something similar and my story will be a source of comfort for him. He asked with tears if he acted foolishly and i told him he acted In love because in love you make sacrifices with hope that the one you sacrificed for won't betray you. We ended our conversation by telling him if he was a fool then the world should call me 'a fooler' if there is an English word like that, he smiled and felt relieved.
I feel the moment people are grieving is not the moment to point out their mistakes but the moment to comfort them. The man did nothing wrong and I was just wandering how many people are moving around with the venom of revenge in them because of the way people addressed or mishandled their kindness. Till date I don't regret the sacrifices I have made for love even when the persons I make them for are no longer with me probably because I see it as not my own doing but me being just a messenger to help them at that period.
The experience that they left is always painful but I know that one-day they will remember me for good.
The summary of my story is that I feel, he was not supposed to be mocked but instead praised for his good deeds. He was not a supreme being that knows tomorrow so he shouldn't be treated that way.