Months ago, I wrote a post about my reflection about being hit on the shoulders by a lady who seems to be mentally disturbed and I had experienced what we may think of, normatively as verbal abuse from her.
I met the lady and her mother again this morning, at the bus stop.
The moment I saw her, this thought arises in me, was there any 'residues' of the past incident left in my mind?
A lot of times, we may claim to be compassionate and hold no grudges against others whom others think, wronged us. And we truly (mentally) believe in ourselves being compassionate and being able to let the incident go but is that really the case?
Was there any 'residues' of anger, of fear, of insecurity which lie dormant in us? Waiting for the right conditions for it to take over us? I turned my attention within in search of it.
I was lucky. There was no anger towards and no fear of the lady. Assured of my little 'victory' over myself, I turned my attention towards the lady.
And we both smiled.
Grateful for the conditions for this reflection.
May she and her mother be well and happy.
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