I recently stopped by a mini supermarket to pick up a few items before heading to a meeting. As I walked in, a heavily pregnant woman was at the security checkout, being cleared for the two packs of bottled water she had bought.
Almost instinctively, a thought crossed my mind: Let me wait here for a moment. I’m not sure the woman can carry these packs by herself. Surely the young man at the counter will help her carry them outside.
There were no shopping carts available, and I knew that because I visit the place often. The supermarket wasn’t busy either. She was the only customer at the final checkout, and once she was done, there was no one else waiting.
I stood there expecting what I believed was the most natural thing to happen. But it didn’t. The woman bent over, lifted the first pack with visible effort, and slowly walked towards the parking area where her car was parked. I watched her take careful, painful steps, balancing the weight while carrying another life within her. I felt stunned.
Before she returned for the second pack, I quickly stepped forward to carry it. Ironically, that was the moment the young man offered to help. I politely declined and carried it to her car myself.
Later that evening, I shared it with my family. My brother remarked that perhaps the woman should have simply asked the young man for help. I understood his point, but I wasn’t taking that. I disagreed. There are moments when kindness should not require an invitation. Not every act of care should begin with a request. If someone visibly vulnerable must first ask before we notice them, then the issue is larger than poor customer service. Perhaps it says something about the way we now see people.
Another part of me didn’t want to also blame the young man so much. I was thinking, what if he was distracted by personal burdens I knew nothing about. Or perhaps he had simply become so accustomed to seeing people struggle that struggle no longer caught his attention.
Yet, that possibility troubled me even more. Could it be that we are gradually becoming a society that notices suffering without truly seeing it? We pass the elderly carrying heavy loads, the cleaner eating alone after everyone has left, the security guard standing through long hours, the street hawker under the scorching sun, the colleague who has gone unusually quiet, and we keep moving.
Everyone seems to be carrying their own worries, chasing deadlines, fighting silent battles, trying to survive. In such an environment, kindness quietly becomes optional instead of instinctive.
But survival should never become an excuse for losing our humanity. One of the greatest tests of human dignity is how we treat people who cannot offer us anything in return. Genuine kindness has never depended on status. It depends on awareness. It begins with noticing, long before generosity reaches the pocket.
Human dignity is upheld in remarkably ordinary moments. It is preserved when we make room for someone in a queue, speak respectfully to people whose jobs are often overlooked, return a greeting, listen without rushing, or carry a burden that another person should not have to carry alone.
If kindness has become rare, it may not be because compassion has disappeared. It may be because we have stopped expecting it from ourselves. The world changes every time one person refuses to let another carry a burden alone when they have the strength to help.
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