The Uninteresting Place



Among the rooms in our small old house, the one at the extreme is aroom I find banal. A room lacking luster, with very small woodenwindows that barely lets light rays in; no one placed value on it. OneSaturday, my mum told me to clean the room for the first time in along time. The stench of decay and dry air mixed with dust envelopedme as I opened the door. A step into the room welcomed me into a trapof cobwebs. Within two hours, I was done with scrubbing, I made forthe shelves to dust them; carelessly flinging one open, a book fellfrom it. It was my mum’s misplaced dictionary I had been searching forlong ago. I really needed it for vocabulary building since I lost myown dictionary. I searched for it everywhere except that room becauseI least expected it to be there. (Surprisingly, after the cleaning,the room appeared neater and more appealing than other rooms in thehouse. It wasn’t bad after all. My siblings even preferred it to theother rooms and frequently made use of it.)

I had this cynical attitude: easily discarding seemingly unpromisingmatters. When I was the head of a Christian Union in my high school, Iled with little gusto because attendance was abysmally low. Very fewstudents turned up during prayer meetings and even when I fixedevangelisms, the number of members who came was discouraging. But myexperience in that old room taught me a lesson. It taught me to seethe positive aspect of everything. It taught me to give just one moretry and that might be the turning point. Hence, I urged my colleaguesto be more enthusiastic. We had more evangelisms and I appointeddelegates who followed up our new members: students we invited duringevangelisms. To the glory of God, the membership tripled before mygraduation.

Disparaging things because of ‘what I think’ and not ‘what it reallyis’ is one behavior I have learnt to change. When everyone in thehouse despised the old room, we never knew it could ever be useful.But when I took time to clean it, the general conception towards theroom changed.

Rather than being derogatory, I would say I am now encouraging andmotivational. During my tenure as the school head girl, students withcareer choice difficulties came to me for counseling and It was alwaysmy pleasure helping out. I have also learnt to render even the leastassistance because it makes a difference. Though we were students anddepended on our parents for income, I made the members of theChristian Union understand the benefits of giving which led us tomaking weekly collections of money and clothing which we used to visitorphanages at the end of each term.

I am perfectly content in an atmosphere where I can make the best outof the worst situation. When people or things are written off, givenup on, I am there to give them some hope. I feel good when I succeedin making at least one downcast person see the potentials he or she isendowed with and work towards unleashing their inner values. Theturnaround of the old room taught me that nothing is entirely useless.Life is more meaningful when we give meaning to people’s life. My lifeis better today because a scholarship program in my country whichalleviated the hardships of my family by funding my secondary schooleducation. Hence, I love to better the life of others and I feelperfectly okay doing that. I believe these are few of the great thingsto do. I am bent on maintaining this positive attitude.

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