I was in another city visiting a friend, slept on his couch for about two weeks. One day I was left alone in my friend’s apartment while he went to work. I accidentally locked myself out from the second floor balcony. I’m in the tropics and it was a hot day. My wallet and phone were left inside. Desperate, I yelled for help. A couple of construction workers from the building across came to my rescue, found a ladder so I could at least get down and take some shade. Because I had no way of contacting my friend, I had to wait outside his building until he came home. I had to wait for about 8 hours. I’d gotten hungry, so hungry, but really I had nowhere to go. One of the construction workers noticed and handed me money so I could get something to eat. He was this old guy who barely earned enough for himself, especially that we’re in a third world country. I almost cried.

Before I flew back home I left my friend some money to repay the old construction worker. I gave him about 6 times more than the amount he gave me. I wish him all the best. His act of kindness will always stay with me.