I am not who I was
One afternoon, there was someone calling repeatedly at our entrance gate. When I hurried to the call, I saw a tired, exhausted, breathless girl. She introduced herself as a business management student and enquired whether I was interested in buying her house cleaning products. She pleasantly placed the basic sales pitch and never coerced me to buy the product. She left after I declined her request the third time. I could sense that the little girl had a great amount of self-respect without neglecting her responsibility to the assigned job. She left with a disappointed smile. She carried a huge bag and walked swiftly against the weight of the bag that pulled her backwards. It all happened within about 5 minutes. I always suspect such businesses or donation requests to be scams when young kids pose as college or school students. But I had a varied response to this instance this time. A sense of guilt engulfed me, the minute she left. I felt that I failed to handle the situation in a more...