Max nearly yelled at Jim with his questions of pain from the deepest parts of his heart. Jim understood it. Jim knew how to handle these situations, so he kept quiet the whole time until Max would calm down. Or he didn’t have any answers to Max’s questions. Finally after some time Max had calm down from his state of yelling. Now he asked Jim in a low voice, “really?, are we street kids, orphans, poor children are born just to be the dust of this world? I wouldn’t say we are sad and heavy everyday but we feel like disarmed and incapable of doing anything significant things in this world. We won’t get any good education, good lifestyle, good identity. What are we after all? Why would the children like me even born?”.
Jim realized this is the time for him to say something. After he paid attention to his questions and his feeling of let down by the world, Jim started gently with low but assuring voice. “you are not the dust of the world” Jim said, “ I dare not to say that you had a normal life as everybody else, and the pain you have gone through is part of everyone’s life, No. For some reason you have gone through the hardest of childhoods in the world. And its so depressing that you don’t get a good lifestyle and resources as everyone else. But I can speak of one thing. If its the case that this world could ever be kind for you, you get of that hardest childhood with a passion for life and the guts in your stomach to live a life that has some meaning. Awful lot of people with better childhood than you, are wandering through life lacking motivation, principles and values to live a life that is worth something. You have a pitiful childhood but, after that you would have a admiring personality and inspiring life that would impact quiet a lot of people in your generation and generations to come.”
Max smiled intermittently taking short breaths and sighing. He felt convinced but not completely because of Jim’s words but he had a feeling of guilt that he was too hard on him yelling. But Max really felt a strong point in Jim’s words.
“You are sure a hell of a speaker”, Max said, smiling at the rear mirror. Jim burst in to a big laugh feeling relieved that his words helped a little. Meanwhile, cab reached airport entrance just entering the airport as max took a token for entrance.
“Jim, how did you end up being so passionate to encourage people?”, Max asked with curious eyes. “ As I said you would have to go through the hardest of childhoods, I mean, we would have to go through the hardest of childhoods but if it were so that this world would once be kind for us, we would have the deepest zeal to make our lives worth living – that lead me to become like this. With that kindness of world being a teacher who had a good heart to take me home from a sidewalk and see me through my studies and the love of a big brother.”
Max has struck with wonder and delight to a great extent at the same time. And he could not able to talk because of it. He just assured himself that he would meet him again. After all Jim was a famous speaker and finding him is not a problem.
Jim hurried through his luggage and waited out side the cab to waive him goodbye before he would enter the terminal. “Great!!” max said, “ oh, my goodness!, you will hear from me soon enough, Jim”, max waived good bye as he spoke.
“To my pleasure!” Jim said, “until next time”. Jim waived a goodbye and turned back to board an airplane to meet his father and brother whom he had left many years ago.