The problem today is people don’t cherish good people, they try to use them.
Many times, I have wondered how the story will be if I become the villain of the story, or payback wrongs meted out to me by people, in their coin.
People often trample on my rights; they feel I’m not meant to retaliate because I’m meant to be good.
Growing up, my parents left no stone unturned in my life. They made sure I was brought up in a Godly way, and I never departed from it.
I made sure not to change even in situations; people pushed me to the wall. I decided I wasn’t going to let people trample on me, just because I have chosen to be a better person.
When I was in college, I was very intelligent and always helped people out with their assignments, and never collected a single dime from them.
People took my kindness as a sign of weakness, and the guys never stopped teasing me for being a fool, as girls were always my patronizers.
I wasn’t helping out with assignments to show off that I was intelligent, I just wanted to help. Even during exam time, questions to solve never stopped coming, and I was finding it hard keeping up with helping people.
My schedule got so tight that I forgot to solve a particular puzzle a student sent to my email. On the supposed day she’s meant to collect it, I haven’t solved it.
She didn’t want to hear my reasons for not helping her out, she was the saucy type, and let hell loose.
I was wondering if I ever did wrong to help them pout in my little way. Many people helped with student projects, but at an exorbitant price.