The Old, Chinese Man

Bismillah.

An old, Chinese man was struggling with his wheelchair.

"Sir, let me help you."

"Thank you. It is so nice of you," he replied.

I smiled, pushing his wheelchair to the ticket counter.

"So, where are you from, sir?" I asked, since he was carrying lots of books and brochures.

"I am from an educational fair. There, we were told that to conquer the world, one must have a wide range of knowledge and ability to speak in multi-language. Do you know other language beside Malay and English?"

"Well, I know Chinese and Arabic."

"Oh, Arabic! Kaifa halak means how are you?. Syukzan means thank you, am I right?"

"It is supposedly pronounced as syukran with an 'r', not 'z', sir."

"Oh, syukran."

I nodded.

Indeed, I was impressed.
Despite of his disabilities, the old man is very determined in improving his life.

Even I am not that determined!
Shame on me.

Still, there's always spaces for us to keep improving and developing ourselves.
Just give yourself chance; once, twice or maybe more.

Because people who afraid of making mistakes would never learn something new.