Rain in November

I have never been so emotional about a visually impaired person like what I experienced last night. There were a few walking around, aided, selling packet tissues which is a normal sight especially around food courts. I just sat there, not responding or doing anything when they came by, hoping and praying one of my friends would react to them. But suddenly, one guy came, walking unaided, bumping into chairs, tables and people even. He bumped into me and standing behind me, he was calling out "Dik, Dik", and I was dumbfounded, not knowing what to do, hoping and praying that he would walk away, and then Zahile said, "Takpe bang" and he moved on, bumping into others, chairs and tables. It was unbearable to see.

I watched him till he was gone out of sight and inside, it felt like rain in November. It was heart wrenching. It hurts like I have never felt before. It felt like I was so very mean for not reacting or do something and let him stand behind me and keep calling out repetitively. My mind was searching for something, something that I can't explain and verbalize.

And I was thinking, isn't there something that I can do for him? and others who has the same fate? Why are these visually impaired people are still roaming food courts, stopping from one table to another, trying to sell tissue and asking for donation at the same time. Why? And I don't have the answers.

I have to admit, I have never paid much attention to them before, but last night, it was something else. How on earth is he going to survive in this time of recession just by selling tissue?

Rain in my heart almost came out from my eyes for being so helpless.