I have no energy today. Chronic fatique, again. I got out of the taxi and wandered around for I have some twenty minutes before the lesson. I didn't know how I was going to teach my students in such a weary condition of body and mind. Then I saw him.
He was a middle-aged man, selling hotdogs and meatballs. He sold them so cheap. From looking at him, everyone can notice that he has some kind of disorder. He couldn't keep still. It was so hard for him to focus or do things slowly. It was hard for him to grap meatball sticks firmly. But oh, he tried so hard to please his customers. He gave them sincere smile, polite and kind words, he grilled the snacks for us with all the love in his heart and all the effort he put into cooking them. He tried so hard. And I was so touched. I was so deeply touched and inspired.
It was a bad day for me but that moment was like a candle in the dark. A little voice in my heart I heard "Just try. It's enough. Just try. That's all you have to do."
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