The Ugly Malaysian - Part Deux

I volunteered my afternoon at Taman Tasik Titiwangsa today alongside some members of the church. It brought me insight into the lives these disabled people lead, a life of sparsity yet full of hope and meaning. As I exchanged prizes for their tokens, I look into their eyes: they say the eyes are the windows to the soul and for some unknown mystery, their eyes showed unadulterated sincerity. They had a childlike approach, an uncertainty to accept the act of kindness bestowed upon them yet an open heart, filled with contentment and delight when they finally received it. These people have so little going for them, the lack of love, finances, physical ability and social acceptance. When just a drop of blessing is poured in their lives, they scramble and reach out ever so readily, salvaging what could be the last of a goodness that they hardly see in their lives.

And yet there are people who rob them of these goodness.

I feel so strongly against *losers* who take advantage of unfortunate people. And somehow a poor guy had to be on the receiving brunt of these thoughtless creatures.

The story is like this: One of the physically-challenged person parked his car in the open air parking lot. I know of this because he parked right beside us and he had a sign plastered on the rear window. He was having fun in the carnival, eating, playing games and hanging out with his friends, unaware at that moment that the evil of all evils decided to chance upon him: his car tyre was stolen in bright daylight!

Tell me what kind of creature does this to disabled people? It could have been us (better us than a wheelchair-bound guy) but this nincompoop decided, "Hey, I feel like stealing tyres. I think I will target this Kelisa (a low cost car that I also own). I see that there is a disabled sign on the window but who cares? He's a loser for being handicapped anyway and I don't feel any sympathy for these kinds of people. I'm anti-disabled!" So he proceeds to remove the tyre, risking being caught in the broad daylight but just for the kicks, he goes on anyway.

Honestly, my heart broke when I saw the missing tyre as we were getting ready to leave the place. All I could think of is the poor wheelchair-bound guy staring in shock at the missing tyre as he blames his luck for causing him this misfortune. He was probably exasperated as he ponders and questions why would anyone do this to him, a person who in the first place was unfortunate in a way. I imagine him, panicked and wailing hoping someone could come to his rescue, feeling so hopeless and alone in a wicked world. People will come by and help him. They will complain and get angered by this atrocity, asking why bad things happen to unfortunate people.

But in the end, its back to their uncertainty and childlike approach to able-bodied people. The hesitancy to trust people because the person they trust could be the person that do these things to them.