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It was a windy and yet sunny evening Oh cut the crap. I was in NTUC when I saw this man, or I should say a grown up around 20 I guess. He was like erm boy, can you please help me take the bottle of garlic spread please. Obviously I helped him, but you might wonder why he didnt want to take the bottle himself. Many people's first thought must be he is too short! Ok I'm not very tall myself so thats not the answer. He is a handicap. I helped him, but yet another side of me tells me that this guy is very pitiful. He could be like anyothers out there walking freely but he had been restricted to wheelchair for eternal. I felt sad for him, especially after thinking that today is our cross- country. He could be running together with us if he had not been wheel chair bounded. He might be able to enjoy like many others and not look (literally and non-literally) down by people. However, I find it quite interesting. Why do normal people like us complain after a little thing while that man , or any other disabled people, can be strong enough to have the will to smile upon the current disability. When I gave him that bottle of garlic spread, its not just because of his handicap that makes me want to tear, but his smile that is so nice as though he is as normal as anyone else made me sad. Sad not because of me but sad because I feel remorsful of my own personnal believe. If it was me instead, I will surely feel ashamed and rather not buy that bottle of garlic spread placed so high up beyond my reach. I will try to change hopefully after this encounter with an optimistic person, things will look differently when seen at a different angle right?