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Do you believe that, at least once in your life, you may encounter an experience with an angel?
I just had that experience. It was with an angel in the form of a little four-legged animal.
It was a hot afternoon at Denpasar, and I went back home fast to catch some break before attending a routine coordination meeting with all the chairmans of students' organization at Med School.
Once returned, i decided to park my lovely Jupie near the main building, just in case i might go back home late. it was a little surprising for me to see a small dog at the students' parking lot near the students' center. It was small and far way from healthy: sparse, dirty white fur, skinny, and a bit limpy. From the looks of it, it definitely had nothing to make people attracted. It was laying down on the pavings, near the parking entrance, close to some of my juniors who were chatting and also seem to take no notice of that dog.
I made several "click" sounds, and it responded weakly. But time was ticking, and I rushed myself upstairs to the meeting room. The last vision of that dog was when I saw it moving its head to another position and lay again; that vision, and the memory of the dog, disappeared as I attended the meeting and chatted with some friends.
A couple of hours later, I excused myself from the committee and returned to the parking lot. My gum was aching and it felt so unpleasant, all I wanted to do was grab a piece of banana for dinner (that gum made me difficult to eat normally). I remembered then that Jupie's tires were somewhat a bit flat, so I planned to find a mechanic to add in some gas into both tires. It so happened that I still had Rp 3.000,00 in my pocket (excluding one Rp 50.000,00 in my wallet -- it is very not efficient to pay a mechanic with Rp 50.000,00 for adding gas on tires), so I was so determined to give away Rp 2.000,00 for Jupie.
And then I met that dog again. This time the parking lot was emptier than before, with few motorbikes still parking and no more people hanging around that place. As I took a closer look at the dog, I realized that it was not only ugly, it was also smelly. I also noticed that the dog was actually a male puppy, a young smelly little fellow. I never seen that puppy before, and I became a little flattered as he responded again to my "click" sounds. This time, I saw his long tail wagging excitedly.
He then moved to the side porch of the eastern building, which was facing directly to the western building, our main building in the faculty. He laid on one side, then perhaps felt reluctant and moved to the other side. His head landed lazily on the white tiles of the porch floor. I was ready with my helmet already, when I then had the idea to take a picture of him, just one fast shot from my camera phone. He didn't reacted. The last thing I thought about the puppy was a wish so he lives well.
I hopped on Jupie with only one destination: the mechanic.
But the evening traffic was unpleasant. Right before a red light, a typical MPV rushed to the left, to my way, and made me push the breaks to move slower. I didn't get to pass the green lights; it turned yellow very fast and then red. Thanks to that MPV, I had to wait for several seconds with an aching gum, rumbling stomach, and slightly flat tires. And don't mention the so-many basic neuroscience materials that I haven't covered yet.
What I didn't understand was, within a fraction of second, the vision of that puppy came up again. Then an idea of finding him some food followed, within another fraction of second. I didn't get to approve to my new idea of feeding him, but the next thing I knew, the traffic lights turned green, and I was steering Jupie towards a cheap food stall, instead of a mechanic. By the time I got to that food stall, some percent of my logics were still asking myself: why am I doing this? I only got Rp 3.000,00 in my pocket which I must use to fill some gas, but why bother buying food for that stray dog??
Still, I did buy a small portion of food. I asked the seller for half portion of rice, with some chicken and liver satay, and some noodle. Thinking that I must mix all of them, I remembered that there was a water tap near that parking lot, so I didn't mind making my hand dirty with food.
I hoped so much that that puppy would still be in that porch, laying down with nothing to do.
And he still was! I parked Jupie at the same place before, put off my helmet, and opened the food which was wrapped in paper. But my logics did managed to remind me to take my wristwatch off before proceeding to the main course.
As I mixed the rice with the chicken and liver, I noticed that the puppy was looking at me. He probably smelled the sense of food. Once again, I made "clicking" sounds to call him -- I couldn't possibly just put his meal at where I laid down, for it may make the porch dirty. He reacted by walking nearer to me, slowly, probably seemed curious what this girl is doing, or going to do.
I bent down and put the rice, now mixed with the meat, on the pavings. He came closer and closer, still being alert of any small movements that I made. Then, he circled around me and the food, then walked closer towards it. My right hand was still on an attempt to mix the rice, but he didn't seem to be anymore patient; he ate it, and didn't took long to finish the whole portion. I thought that perhaps I shouldn't have asked for half portion of rice.
I looked at that fellow as he ate. He size was probably the same with my own dog, Rolly, except for this one was so so skinny (very different from Rolly who was quite "filled"). His smell became more prominent since I stayed quite close to him. He became so busy with this food, he didn't notice my hand still trying to make sure the rice can mix well with the liver. The tail still wagging, this time harder than before. But my logics, again, reminded me not to stroke that animal. After all, it was a stray animal, with no known records of illness.
The more I look at that puppy, the more I realize that it definitely IS unhealthy, and perhaps the food he ate wouldn't do much to himself, or his body. It hurt a little for me when I thought of how he would live. With that radiant puppy face, and lively tail, there should be something to be done to him.
He licked the paper, as if making sure no flavor tracks are left on it. He followed me as I tried to throw away the remaining paper, but after seeing his eager eyes, I gave up by giving back his paper, which he bit cheerfully. He also bit on the satay stick for fun. I noticed him following me as I washed my hand on the water tap, and followed me back to the parking lot, where I was ready bring Jupie back home.
I put my helmet again, this time watching that puppy "playing" with a bug, hoping that the food he just ate would at least help him sleep better for this night. I don't know whether he will still be around that same place tomorrow. It was even hard for me to guess whether he will be better tomorrow, but it was in his eyes that I saw a life. He was so attracted to that bug, playing in a way a typical cheerful puppy would be playing, he didn't seem to see me leaving. For a moment I forgot about getting gas for Jupie's tires -- I realized it once I parked it back at home.
He was a stray young dog, but with a radiant face and lively tail, a good appetite, and responsive reaction. I imagined him being healthy with clean white fur and well-shaped body. I was surprised to realize that I did feel glad to myself after spending some money for getting him dinner. Strange, awkward, but true. I did feel glad for being able to do something useful for him, althought it was merely just preparing dinner.
He was just a dog, but somehow he showed me the importance of our presence for others, whoever they ar. Doing good is always pleasant, whatever the form may be.
And that evening, I did it to a stranger, a small puppy I call Angel.
wanna see him...
ini lbh nyaman utk dibaca Dian..............
konsep blogmu lbh ke diary yah......(O_O)
nyaman?
sofa kalii, haha..
thanx, bro...
i meant to make it that way..
*cara bgitu lebih "nyaman" buatku*
:)