矮油纳个，我自己是希望这事情能让身边更多的人知道，所以特意翻了个英文版发在自己的脸书上，这里也贴上，骗字数
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My first 2014 June evening began with my car being sandwiched in an accident. As the insurance has just run out at the time, I needed to handle this myself. I had my solicitor take care of the CTP claim, while I pursued the car damage myself. The driver of the other car appeared to be a young Muslim. At the scene, he promised me that he would fix all this. I then went away to do my homework: tolled the car to a yard and have it assessed. The damage turned out to be a 'repairable write-off' and so has the Qld Transport been notified. I issued a letter of demand to the driver for the loss. The claim was rejected, as he was not convinced of the total loss. He requested a second opinion which he is entitled to, and so I did, submitting a separate quote from another mechanic. As the claim continued to get rejected, I lodged a case with the <omitted/>. Mediation did not yield an agreement, and the case went onto hearing, after which, a court order was issued, granting me the full amount, effective immediately. The young man approached me right outside of the court room, asking if I would kindly consider an installment plan. He told me that he was an overseas student doing TAFE fulltime, and a parttime worker who earned $400 per week. He showed me his payslip eagerly to prove what he said (as I felt quite uncomfortable reading other people's payslip I took a quick scan on the paper probably just to appear reading). He also told me that his plan was to cash out half of the amount from his credit card, and pay back the rest as weekly installment. I took a moment to think about this, and told him that a. cashing out from credit card attracts very high interest, perhaps he should consider other options before the move; b. I am willing to consider any installment proposals but they need to be in writing not verbal; c. in any case the claim must be settled in full within 12 months. He seemed happy with what I said and asked if I could send him my bank account details. I did that the next day, emailing him my account info and restating my position. The communication went flat from that point. For days there wasn't a single cent mysteriously popping up in my bank account, nor there was that much anticipated 'payment plan' arrived in my inbox, no phone call no SMS'. It was a complete silence from the young man. I asked myself why I was even willing to consider an installment in the first place. I did not know much about this guy, he was not my friend nor my family, he was just a random stranger who hit me from behind in an odd Sunday evening. How much can I trust that he is a decent responsible person, am I putting my judgement on the line by agreeing to consider his proposal? But deep down in my heart, I know that decision that I made was not about placing a bet on the black or the white side of someone's soul, it is about something more primitive. I have always believed that everyone, regardless of who it is, deserves one chance. Simple as that. This might be a stranger that I am dealing with, but I think he still deserved a little bit of goodwill from another person, and vice versa. I wanted to give my theory a try, and that was what I wanted. Yesterday afternoon, as I was counting my fingers and toes out of boredom, there was a ding dong on my phone. I picked it up and read, apparently there was a large sum of money transferred into my account. I then counted the zeros (:P), one by one, Voilà, that was the *full* amount of the claim! Apparently he decided to pay it all up, even I had verbally agreed to an installment plan. What a nice surprise! Here was how the last bit of the story went: according to my plan, I then asked him to pick a charity of his favorite, and donated $100 under his name. And so the story ended.
So here I am writing down this story on a Wednesday morning, feeling happy. I think I have one person to thank, it was this young Muslim man who had brought a very happy ending to the story. I am forever convinced that I am a lucky person. It was when my wallet was always returned in tact by the strangers(sometimes they had to post it back from another city), it was when I received the genuine help and kindness when I needed them most on the road, I am convinced, that I am a truly lucky person. There are kindness hiding in the corners in this world, however they dont come out from the blue and they exist for a reason. Everytime when we decided to give a little helping hand to a random stranger, everytime we added a little kindness when dealing with others, the goodwill is planted, and some day, it will be passed on and blossom, because it will.
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