Sometimes one feels compelled to help. Perhaps it's a gift, some say it might be a talent, others say it's simply being at the right place at the right time, and others call it a Godsend.
But everybody's a Godsend. One could be at the right place for all time, and you may not know it. Till time passes and Godsend becomes Godsent.
But there's no help in pushing. Further stretching an inflated balloon would burst it instead. It would be like fighting currents. Why waste strength fighting currents when one should save the one about to drown?
Sometimes one wants to help so badly but one can only stand aside and watch. and wait. and pray. Till he can provide assistance in any possible way, even if it means going across the island.
