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無聲的尊重 A kind of silent respect Behind the silence there are full of warmth and respect...it has been my personal feeling obtained from being in Germany. A winter evening, I queued up in a line for bus as usual; there were five or six persons on the line, orederly and quiet. At that moment, a man who pulled along a dog was approaching from some distance away. The figure was especially conspicuous as it had been silhouetted with a layer of golden lacing against the street light at dusk. It was a young gentleman, burly and straightly-backed , as he came near enough to show himself up. Stuck close to him was a German Shepherd chained with a professional handling cane, the standard equipment for guide dogs for the blind. Well, he was a blind man alright. I saw that man proceeding slowly towards the bus stop, halting at somewhere not far from the waiting line. While no one in the line was trying to accost him, and while I was wondering if I should lead him to the line, the middle-aged gentleman at the very front of the line instantly stopped reading, closed his book, and strode to the rear of that blind man and other passengers just followed suit without causing a slight of commotion. A hot, short-haired, and Punk-styled girl next to me shot a glance at the guide dog, then hesitated a little bit as she snuffed her just-lit cigarette lest the smoke should affect the smell of the dog, then she follow suit, too. It suprised me to see a new waiting line thus was formed behind the man and the dog by a tacit agreement among strangers. Silence continued until a bus was coming. No sooner had the bus driver prepared to leave his seat to help the blind man by saying "Just a moment, I'm going...", than the latter politely declined, "No, thanks." He insisted that he let his dog guide him to get on the bus all by themselves.
It was rush hour, and the bus was fully loaded. Nonetheless, as the blind man was onboard, all passengers swiftly moved towards the rear of the bus so as to make a small room for the him. stuck close to the driver sat a young boy of six or seven year's old, and his mother, standing beside him, jerked him up to yield the seat. Despite his mother's unexpected move, the boy etched no unpleasant look at all. Raising its head and taking a look, the dog led its master to the already empty seat, and then it crouched quietly by his side. "Hello, where are you going to?" "How are you doing, I'm going to Mohr Avenue." "Alright, Your Majesty!" The driver's humorous remarks sparked off bursts of joyful laughters, carrying the delighted passengers to move on. In the bus, people silently stared at that cute, innocent-looking guide dog which was trying hard to concetrate on keeping a forward-looking position by adjusting its head even when the bus was making sharp turns. No one on the bus intended to treat it like a pet by trying to caress it or using one's smart phone to take a photo on it. The boy by my side, who just yield his seat, tried to feed the dog with the half of his uneaten bread on his hands, but his mother immediately stopped him and whispered to him, "It is doing its job right now, that's its duty; just don't bother it." Upon hearing the word "job", the boy at once took his hand back. The blind man soon reached his destination in this small town. After bidding a brief leave-taking to the driver, he and his dog dismounted from the bus. Now I was immersed in the silence from which I learned what had been the cares without a word as well as the respects from deep down. Outside the window, chilly wind blew; inside my heart, warm feeling glowed. |
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