I am slowing down on the right lane towards the main cross junction. The road was less peak. From far, I saw a motorcyclist was reversing his motor slowly by kicking to the ground. I was wondering why is he reversing like that at the right lane here? Even if his motor breaks down, he can just come down and push it. Soon, my car passed him and I caught a glance at his face. He is a man, probably in his fifties that have a pair of small eyes. I was showing him my confusing yet a bit of angry or serious look because what he was trying to do is dangerous.

 

I passed him and came to a stop at the cross junction. My eyes were on the mirror looking his actions. After reversing "manually" for about 10 meters, he bended down to his right to pick up a can drink. A aluminium can drink. He looked inside the can and then pour out the liquid inside the can. He put back the can to the ground and then...he stomp on it. I just keep on staring on my mirror. Then slowly, he picked up the crushed aluminium can and put into his front basket. I am just speechless again.

 

I am happy to able to see the whole picture. I can't imagine if I was to zoom pass him then cursing him without knowing the twist and turn of the situation. Maybe I am still lack of experience and wisdom. My temper doesn't do me any good yet I still let it over rule me. Everytime before my temper flare, I hope this story will remind me how I should act. Life is tough. The world is full of crooks. But we can never let them take advantage of us. If there are more uncles like him in my stories, life will be less complicated and more peaceful. His little action has great deeds behind it.