It is a late evening and I just got off from the YMCA after working out for almost three hours. I am sweaty and yucky. My gas tank light is blinking on the dashboard. I know I have to make a stop to fill up my gas-guzzling car. I pulled over to the nearest Quick Trip gas station. A middle age woman approached my car with a little concerned distance. At first, I had the impression that she was a sales person soliciting; some business.She asked if I had a few minutes to spare. I told my ears were all for her. I have a habit of not writing off people at first approach. One time at the impatience of my friends, I spend few minutes listening to Jehovah witness who wanted to “save” me.
She wanted some men muscles to change her tire. I offered to help her to change the flat tire. In America whenever a Samaritan does something kind for you people expect you to give them some tip. After I was done, changing the tire the woman handed me a dollar notes, which looked like twenty dollars. I had to turn down the offer because I did it for the cause of generosity. I explained to her how this was an opportunity for me to create a smiling face in other people’s lives. It is not that often that we come across such a great opportunity to make difference in people’s lives. We are all too busy with our little world. I do believe from my up bringing as a Muslim that generosity does bring luck to you.
I am heading down to Ohio this Easter weekend for a Somali Indoor Soccer tournament in Columbus Ohio. I have been to Ohio before and I never liked the place. It is too damn boring of a place, but I guess all the nomads out of town will make it fun this weekend. I am all for the parties and the honeys down there. We all have to find balance in our lives. I guess partying this weekend will do it for me. Even though I am not soccer player, I will try to blend with the crowd. I don’t remember the last time I kicked a ball in a field. Let this not raise question about my soccer skills because last I remember I was a good midfielder in an African sand field.
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