I am no savior.

A perspective is something seen through the eyes of a person and then translated into how they perceive a situation. Many people do not actually go further than that and perceive what it is like to have a different perception than their own. Today I met a man, and not just any man. He was a religious man. Although I do not share the same belief as him I still went on to understand his perception. I will also admit that journalistic needs pushed me to actually go to him. But then journalism has shown me many different things that I would never have actually seen. In my little world within Canada the things I cherish and strive for seem but pointless in the existence of the bigger picture when it comes to listening to his story. Why it is pointless or what do I mean? Well I squander my days trying win the heart of a woman who despises me most of the time, advance in an education system I sometimes feel I do not belong in, stress about pointless/meaningless problems and squander my dollars on things that really have no significance to surviving. But this is the society we live in, consumerism. But when you meet a man who gave up everything just to give back, gives hope, gives education to hundreds and strives to be the best man he can be you just feel taken back by it. A story is a story, but a legend is even greater. Some stories are made through thoughts of great men, while legends are forged through the actions of great men. I never would have thought such humanitarians still existed in a planet where the personal pronoun is the most favoured word. In a world of survival of the fittest and personal journalism I wonder if I will ever be blessed by fate with the chance to learn and experience what he has. Or am I too going to fall through the cracks and become just like everyone else. It is hard in this life to think of others, and when you do it is never for enough people. We can only mentally care for so many people at once. But his story is not the only story I am so interested in. There was this “The Nature of Things” broadcast the other day about a doctor from Canada that goes and treats AIDS patients in Africa. How selfless is that to give up on what you know just to go down there and share hope. There are so many amazing people in this world that just make me feel ashamed of whom I am. While I sit in Burger King casually enjoying a meal I really do not need I tend to forget there are children out there who are starving, and have been starving for days. While I sleep in my warm bed I do not think about the people who sleep in the cold streets. I will admit I am not saint and I have walked by homeless people on the street of Toronto and not given them a dollar. Why should I? I am not sure; perhaps I truly am what the religious people call a devil. But I can only hope to change.