Haiko on the road......... ... .. . . .: April 2010

The rich guy. At Fanny's Café, Saigon CBD.

"Excuse me Sir, Shoe shine ?"     

"Ten thousand."

  

My usual reaction has always been, NO!, mixed with a healthy dose of annoyance that I was being targeted, pested and seen as a rich tourist. Add to that a touch of guilt.

After all if you give in to 'them' they'll pester you all the more. 

But then there was that touch of guilt. 

Today I realized, I was rich. 

I wasn't travelling as a backpacker. 

I had enough money. I was sitting at Fanny's ice cream palour and Café spending 30,000 Dong for a ball of ice cream. 

Yea sure compared to the pundits of superannuation in-security back home I was poor. 

I didn't have the AUD $800,000 I needed for comfortable retirement. 

I wasn't even trying for it. 

My contemporaries had houses and investment portfolios, I made $122 daytrading in shares in 4 weeks.  

But compared to the guy asking to polish my shoes, I was unbelievably wealthy. I have money, knowledge, degrees, abilities, experience, and friends and family who would support me in tough times. 

I have nothing to worry about.

Top left corner: my sandals being polished.

But what got me today were two things: 

1) I realized how much I had. He was humble. I felt no resentment from him. I'd be damn resentful if I had to work as a shoe shine boy.

2) I'm 50. I'm not going to be here forever. I'm mortal. 

Life is NOW!. 

I didn't care about keeping up some great system of "don't give in to 'them' ". 

I didn't care about "it won't solve the problem at its deepest root"

No it won't. 

So I gave him my sandals. Old worn leather Teva sandals. 

He spent a long time on them, polishing them better then they ever been polished. 

"Sir...."

"Thanks they look great"

I paid him, 10,000 Dong and some extra. 

I'm not used to be being called Sir.  

"Who is he calling Sir ? Why ? I'm not a 'sir' I'm just an average scared little kid backpacking round the world." 

There's a little boy, inside me, an eighteen year old backpacker who hasn't grown up yet. 

The world is too big for me to fix it all, this is all I could do.

Let Gandhi and the heros do their stuff, I don't worry about big system, big picture anymore. 

The Universe is smart enough to work it out. 

I just gotta do what I can NOW. However small that is.