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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