The herculean task of pulling out an airport trolley

Finally, I reached the baggage claim area.

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I went to a row of airport trolleys.

After several tugs, I gave up.

I asked a young man nearby

with a trolley, for help.

“No, cannot!”

I was taken aback,

disappointed with his curt reply.

I approach the next young man walking by.

“Sure,” without hesitation,

he pulled out a trolley,

after at least three strong jerks!

I thanked him profusely.

Then I stood waiting for my luggage

next to the first young man.

An elderly couple came next to us.

“Wait here, honey. I go get a trolley,”

he handed his hand luggage to her.

I watched him trying to pull out

a trolley in vain.

He walked back to his lady

shrugging his shoulders dejectedly.

I stopped yet another young man

who was passing by,

if he could get me a trolley.

He looked bigger and strong.

He glanced at my trolley

but went on to pull at a trolley.

He pressed and pulled,

pressed and pulled!

Finally, he got one out for me.

I pushed it to the elderly frail looking couple,

“here, this trolley is for you.

Hope you enjoy your stay in my country!”

They were surprised

and began thanking me a lot.

“Not me, it’s this young man here!”

pointing to the strong young man.

I went back to my earlier space

and heard him replying,

“you’re welcome!”

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The first young man

must have had

a tough time pulling a trolley, too!

I forgave him!

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Sometimes, we’re tested, not to show our weakness, but to discover our strength.

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“There’s strength in acknowledging our weaknesses and asking for assistance.”

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