Sunday 4 June, 2017
I had just completed the marathon walk at Singapore International Airport to reach gate lounge A21. For anyone who has taken the long walk from check in, at least half an hour, you will know that it probably would have been wiser for me to have taken the train to reach this gate lounge.
I was not feeling well as I was fighting a cold. I was exhausted from the long journey home so far. Enniscorthy to Dublin, Dublin to Copenhagen, Copenhagen to Singapore to get home. With still two legs and a long transit before I arrived back in the Whitsundays. My shoulders and arms were sore from having dragged my two heavy suitcases, one that weighed 25 kilograms, the other I dread to think.
Frustrated from trying to connect to the WiFi and not succeeding, I decide to put my laptop back in my ‘File on Wheels” baggage and nearly in tears when I couldn’t get the zipper closed.
From no where two small brown hands, reached out and helped me put my lap top away. No words were spoken but the gentleness of this action left a lasting impression on me.
I looked up into the smiling face of a traditionally clad 12 year old Indian boy who later told me his name was Balrag which means Son of a King.
We started chatting as though we had known each other forever. His 14 other family members in a caring way watched on, smiling in approval.
He told me that he was travelling to Adelaide from a small village in India so that he could play a special role in his Uncle’s Wedding. He had been travelling for several days via China due to unfavourable weather.
He explained his sect and the sect that his Uncle was marrying into was a good match and how the wedding was to be a traditional Indian Wedding that would last for days.
He was looking forward to travelling around Australia with his family for one month and visiting Museums, Art galleries, Zoos and other tourist attractions.
He was waiting for his father to phone him with his exam results and when I asked him if he was a good student, without hesitation he replied yes.
When I asked Balrag what he wanted to do when he left school unhesitatingly he replied “Be and Engineer” And added, “If you have a dream, focus and that dream will become a reality”. I agreed with him.
Balrag was a delight to chat with and I wish him well. At the end of our chat he shook my hand and waved me good-bye as I stepped onto the Aircraft. I felt much better for the kindness of Balrag.
I stumbled upon a saying I would like to share with you “Be not inhospitable to strangers lest they be Angels in disguise”
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