How a Little Act of Mercy Brought me Back to My Feet
It was on a Thursday afternoon and I was feeling so downtrodden. It had been 3 weeks since I was sacked from my first job which I had secured after college and just been with the company for 7 months. I could not contemplate how I was going to survive.
“What was I going to do to support my daily needs?”, I kept asking myself as I walked towards the recreational park in my neighborhood since I couldn’t stand the boredom in my apartment as it seemed to haunt and mock me.
I had been a victim of abuse and harassment at the company that I worked with and everything which went amiss had fingers pointing at me. I tried talking to my bosses, but they all saw me as a liability. I remember shortly before my dismissal, I went to my immediate boss to talk to him about a wrong invoice which had cost the company a huge sum of money.
The day when the invoice arrived for endorsement I had not been in office. I was at a meeting and when I came out, I was hastily authorized to endorse it without having time to scrutinize the specific details about it. I signed the check to authorize the payment and it was after two days when the mistake was realized. I tried explaining my predicament only to be scorned for negligence with a strict warning that I need to handle all company’s transactions with diligence before the management decided con my fate.
When the management called me, I tried to defend my position but all my words fell on deaf ears. It’s true that that was not the first time for me to go before the management committee for disciplinary action but that was my last as I was forced to pack and go home.
As I now walked to the park, I felt quite frustrated and disappointed that bad things always happen to me. I reached there and went to the furthest corner which is often never frequented by people especially on a week day as it was.
As usual, I lay down on my favorite spot near a shrub and tried to relax under the beautiful sun. Now the unexpected happened; a gentleman in his late twenties came swiftly and grabbed a purse of a lady. The guy was a distance from me saw he didn’t see me all the while.
Hurriedly he ran towards my direction leaving the lady yelling at him to return it. Instinctively I waited till he was near where I was. I sprang up with all the force I could gather to take him down only for him to draw a knife and stab me hard in the stomach.
It was so painful that I let him go and watched as he fled. Astonished by the blood oozing from my wound, the lady ran towards me calling for help. ER was called and moments later I was taken to the hospital in an ambulance. I thought it was the end of me. Once there, the lady can to see every day and the more often we talked, she came to understand my joblessness position.
Because of the braveness that I had showed as I tried to help her, she convinced a dada who owned a company to employ me. To me it was a blessing in disguise.