tsai«Would you like a cup of tea at my place?» I heard a sooth­ing voice behind my back. I felt dizzy every time I looked down… the rocks, the waves wildly crash­ing on them, roar­ing like a lion… tear­ing my heart apart. I got goose­bumps… I took a step back… I was scared… I stayed still, hold­ing my breath… no! I’m not going back. I’ll van­ish into the sea. I trudged towards the edge… the steep rocks… the sea was call­ing me… the wave… I’m com­ing…. I closed my eyes…


«Would you like a cup of tea at my place?» I heard a sooth­ing voice behind my back which blurred my mind.
I opened my eyes, like wak­ing from a dream. Who addressed me at that time I had decided to leave once and for all, all alone, this vain world of soli­tude? Who kept me from merg­ing with the foam­ing sea that rushed on the rocks? Is it pos­si­ble?
Dazed, I turned around … an old man. I was nearly angry, but I couldn’t hold a grudge against his calm kind face. I walked care­fully towards him… I didn’t want any­one to be present at the moment I would escape every­one and every­thing… I hadn’t under­stood… I had for­got­ten his ques­tion, lost in his hon­est, kind eyes… «Would you like a cup of tea?» he repeated. «That’s my house» he said point­ing at a white house with the breath­tak­ing view of the despon­dent cliff. I wasn’t sure whether I wanted him to leave me alone or whether I had seen him before… I didn’t even know whether I liked tea… The only thing I knew was that I had no rea­son to deny the most humane, the gen­tlest, and the most sin­cere pro­posal in my life… the most pure and unpre­ten­tious smile…
This must have been the con­ver­sa­tion of 160 des­per­ate peo­ple with Don Ritchie, the «Angel of the Gap», as peo­ple called the vet­eran marine of the Royal Aus­tralian Navy dur­ing World War II. For 50 years, sit­ting at his bal­cony in South Wales, he was gaz­ing at the «Gap», the cliff which many des­per­ate peo­ple chose as the point of their «depar­ture» from this world. Every time he noticed some­one walk­ing «sus­pi­ciously», he approached offer­ing a cup of tea… His invi­ta­tion rarely got rejected… an invi­ta­tion to tea which even­tu­ally proved to be an invi­ta­tion to life… What made him so spe­cial?
He was a human… a humane human. He didn’t turn a blind eye but he cared for oth­ers, strangers or not, he cared for his neigh­bor… He was like the Good Samar­i­tan, but instead of wine and oil he used a smile and kind words from his heart.
In May 2012, this «angel» flied to the sky, leav­ing his legacy behind. Maybe you won­der who needs you and me, your wine and my oil. Nev­er­the­less… there are many peo­ple around us. Most of them don’t ask, yet they wait… Don’t think you have noth­ing to give them. God gave us all a heart. He asked us to love our neigh­bor as our­selves. Even if you aren’t a word per­son, one smile may be enough to become their angel… or your exem­plary life… or your joy, the reflec­tion of your belief in Christ. Let’s not for­get… prayer catches up with every­thing the words delay…

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