She was starting her year with another job in a school far from home. As time passed, she had left all her previous jobs and felt anxious about traveling far for work, something she was not used to.
She had trouble waking up in the morning for the medication she was always on. She would stumble out of bed and rush to get ready. After a few days at work as she stepped out one morning she noticed a rickshaw parked right outside her building. She found it strange for she always had to walk a bit before she found one.
He had a smile and she gave her destination, he nodded and she hopped in. Traveling made her anxiety peak and she dreaded the long ride to her work.
She reached and was thankful to be there. Her days at school were busy and she always wondered what she had exactly been appointed for. She tried to absorb the new methods and systems and tried to integrate herself the best she could do.
She even found colleagues who were friendly and funny and always ready to help her.
The next morning she found the very same rickshaw driver parked outside dot at the time she had to leave. She was grateful for she didn’t have to make a run for one.
And so began the friendship between her and the rickshaw driver. She asked if he would always be available at that time to drop her to school. He said he would try.
Soon they would say a few words to each other and she realized she was not as anxious as before and felt calmer. She would wake up every day knowing her ride was magically going to appear and even learned a few things about him. One day he was wearing a brand new watch and he told her proudly that his sisters had gifted it to him.
Time passed she found herself immersed in school, yet a little foggy but learning nevertheless. Something told her she wasn’t going to be able to last in this job as well.
One day she went to school unawares but later found herself getting extremely dizzy and seeing two where there was one. She was alert to realize she had taken her night pills from the pill box instead, felt faint but tried hard to fight it off, and finally asked her senior to be excused for the day.
She trudged with her bag, hoping to find a ride, and she did. The long ride made her afraid to fall asleep because it could be dangerous, but the rickshaw driver seemed to sense something was wrong and did not deter from his route. He sped her back to safety and even asked her a few questions to keep her awake. She reached home and crashed into her bed, sleep taking over her.
Feeling fine afterward, the next day she hoped to find her morning ride but he wasn’t there. She felt completely heartbroken she couldn’t explain why. Worse still the next day there was someone else in his place and that incredibly hurt her as well. She felt as though he abandoned her but for a reason. Maybe she was becoming too comfortable for their morning rides and even him.
She didn’t feel the same after. Things didn’t turn out too well at the school and she had to give it up.
Many years after now comfortably adjusted to her present school. She still remembers the rickshaw driver that helped her get back safely home. But even more she still remembers the rickshaw driver, parked near her building at 7:45 a.m. , how proud he was of his watch, his steadfast way of always being punctual and there for her and his smile that said everything will be alright.
It’s true when they say that sometimes friends just appear out of nowhere as though sensing your need for one… and the rickshaw driver who brought her home safely was more like her guardian angel💜🪽What a heart warming and lovely read this was…
Thank you.