I think it takes a certain kind of wisdom to understand that not every amount of money I receive is meant to be spent on me, not every meal I am given is meant to fill my own stomach, and not every opportunity that comes my way is meant to end with me. Sometimes, I am only a vessel.
Sometimes, what I call my blessing is simply something passing through my hands on its way to someone else. I remember one particularly tiring day when I had spent hours in lectures and was eager to get home. I made my way to the bus stop to find a taxi, with an older colleague. He was probably more than twenty-five years older than I was.
We waited for what felt like forever, and eventually, a taxi arrived with only one available seat. Without much thought, I let him take it. I remember thinking that he was much older than me and probably needed the convenience more than I did. So, I stood back and let him go.
I continued waiting. Some time later, a young woman arrived at the same stop. She had slight difficulty walking, and I noticed. After another long wait, another taxi finally appeared, again with only one seat available. I was about to take it when something in me made me stop. I cannot fully explain it, but I had the distinct feeling that perhaps this seat was more important to her than it was to me. So I stepped aside and asked her to take it. She accepted, thanked me, and left.
I remained at the stop, still tired and perhaps wondering whether I had once again made my journey longer for someone else. Then, less than five minutes later, one of my lecturers drove up and asked where I was going. The destination was not exactly on his route, but he offered me a lift that took me directly to my hostel. Had I taken the taxi, I would never have been there at that precise moment.
What the experience taught me was something deeper. My decision to let someone else go did not make me poorer. In fact, it reminded me that my immediate inconvenience was not the whole story. I had been focused on my tiredness, my destination, and my need to get home. But for a few seconds, I allowed myself to consider that someone else’s need might be greater than mine.
That shift in perspective is at the heart of goodwill. It is the ability to look beyond what I want right now and recognise that I am living among people whose lives are also full of needs, burdens, hopes, and unseen battles. We don’t always have to secure our own interests first.
We often pray for divine intervention while overlooking the possibility that we may be part of the answer to someone else’s prayer. Perhaps the blessing we are asking God to send is already in our hands, waiting for us to release it.
That is why goodwill must become more than an emotion because communities are built through accumulated acts of ordinary goodness. A society becomes kinder when people care about others.
I may never know what my small act of kindness set in motion. The woman who took that taxi may have needed it more than I knew. My lecturer may never have known that his timely offer became an unexpected answer to my inconvenience. We rarely see the full chain of consequences that begins with a simple act of goodwill.
So, it is only wise for us to know when to keep, when to share, when to step aside, and when to make room. Because perhaps the purpose of a blessing is not always to make one person’s life fuller. Sometimes, its greatest purpose is to make many lives better.
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