
Unusual. Weird. Call it whatever you wish, but Singaporeans are really different. They are split into two groups, existing as two different species. Good and bad. Helpful and selfish.
A normal and typical school day. It ended early, as it was a Friday, and we had no extra lessons. Leaning on to the glass pane of the MRT, I began planning for what to do when I reach home. No homework, no tuition, meant only one thing, play. As the welcoming thoughts of playing my favourite computer game flown into my mind, my train of thoughts were interrupted by a loud , uncouth voice near the corner of the MRT cabin. Even through the music I was listening to, I could hear him shouting on the phone. I did not really know about the exacts of the conversation , but I could make up that he was shouting over something that many people treated dearly, money.
Irritated, I continued back to fantasizing about myself playing the game and beating all other players online. Yet again, something caught my attention. As the train had reached a station, the doors flung open, only to reveal hordes of students crowding outside the door, pushing and edging their way in. Those that were alighting, had difficulties, and anger flushed their face red. From the side, I could see that glares were thrown at those who congested the entrance of the MRT cabin. However, it was not all those that had caught my eye. It was an old lady who was limping through the crowd. The shoving and pushing had prevented her from exiting the cabin, as her face carried a sulk and worrying look. Then, as the crowd forced their way through, she began exiting the cabin. "Doors Closing, teet teet teet. " Her jaws widened, shocked as he tried to make a desperate attempt to exit the cabin. The doors swung inwards, as they hit her, sandwiching her in the center. All MRT doors swing to 3/4 close before fully closing after 1 second. That one second , the impossible happened. A tall, muscular and tanned man dashed out of the cabin, hugging and grabbing the old lady with him, as he brought the lady to safety in the nick of time.
All eyes were on the man. Nobody had been daring enough or considerate enough to let the old lady go through. The old lady, showering thanks and stared at the man who saved her life. He
smiled, turned around and waved goodbye.
All of us were probably guilty and ashamed of ourselves. Those who congested the entrance, did not bother to make way for an lady probably in her seventies. If she had been caught in between the gate, we could all be deemed murderers. The rest of us, also , did nothing to escort her out of the cabin. Everyone should learn from that man. Even after being a hero, he asked for nothing in return. Nameless hero, I believe everybody in the cabin will remember you, and learn from your acts. We should all strive to be the better of ourselves, and be the better kind of our specie.