There’s this kid I see almost every afternoon, rolling down the promenade in his motorized wheelchair, bundled up in his shiny black jacket no matter the weather. I didn’t know his name at first. All I knew was that every time he passed by, he’d look you right in the eye, break out that bright grin, and say something kind—genuine, not forced.
The first time it happened to me, I was sitting on a bench, pretty lost in my own problems, if I’m honest. He wheeled up, smiled, and said, “Hey, cool shoes! I like how they match your jacket.” It was such a small thing, but it actually made me laugh out loud. I watched him do it with everyone—old folks, joggers, teenagers who pretended not to care but smiled after he passed.
It would be easy for him to keep to himself or let the world pass him by, but he seems to make it his mission to spread good vibes. I’ve even seen him chat with shop owners, waving at little kids, and giving everyone from dog walkers to street cleaners a little boost for their day. No one’s beneath his radar.
It’s wild how someone so young, and with a life that I could barely imagine, could be so full of positivity. I started looking forward to his visits every day. There was something about his genuine kindness that seemed to put everything into perspective for me. I had my own struggles—work stress, personal life issues, the usual things we all go through—but when I saw him roll by, all of that seemed a little less heavy.
I never expected anything in return when I smiled at him or said thank you, but it felt like a little weight lifted off my shoulders every time. As weeks went by, I began noticing him more and more. Sometimes, he’d stop to chat with the old man who sat on the bench by the café, or he’d wave enthusiastically to the jogger who never seemed to return his greeting. It was as if he had this remarkable ability to brighten even the most mundane of days.
One afternoon, I saw him coming down the street, as usual. But this time, his motorized wheelchair was moving slowly, almost as though he was struggling. I’d never seen him slow down like this before, so I stood up and approached him.
“Hey, are you okay?” I asked, not sure what to expect.
He turned to me, his face a little more tired than usual but still wearing that familiar, radiant grin. “Oh yeah, I’m fine. Just a little low on energy today. Happens sometimes.”
I frowned, feeling a pang of concern. “Are you sure? Do you need help with anything?”
He chuckled softly, a sound that was both reassuring and bittersweet. “I’m alright. Just need a little rest. I’ve been running around all morning, spreading my cheer.” His eyes twinkled with that same positivity, even though there was something behind them that suggested he wasn’t being entirely honest.
I nodded, but I didn’t feel quite as reassured as I wanted to. I had noticed his wheelchair before—it was sleek, modern, and looked incredibly advanced. But I’d never thought about how much energy it must take for him to operate it all day. I’d taken for granted that he seemed so independent, so lively, so… strong.
“I see you helping everyone out here every day,” I said, my voice a little more serious now. “But what about you? Who helps you when you’re the one who needs it?”
He stopped for a moment, his face softening. He didn’t answer right away, and it made me wonder just how often he was asked that question—if anyone had ever truly stopped to ask him. After a beat, he finally spoke.
“Guess I manage. But… sometimes, it gets tough. People don’t see that, you know? They see me as the guy who’s always happy, the one who gives out compliments, the one who cheers everyone up. But it’s hard. Sometimes I just want someone to see me—really see me—without all the smiles and energy.”
I could feel my heart tighten in my chest. Here was this young kid, someone who could have easily chosen to withdraw into himself, and yet, he was the one lifting everyone else up, even when he needed someone to do the same for him.
“I see you,” I said, my voice quiet but steady. “I see you, and I think what you’re doing is amazing. Don’t forget to take care of yourself, though.”
He smiled, the familiar grin returning. “Thanks. I’ll try. But you’re right. I’ll definitely take it easy today.”
We exchanged a few more words, and then he was on his way again, rolling down the promenade like he had so many times before. But this time, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I had just witnessed something incredibly important. Not just the fact that he was a kind soul, but that he was human—just like the rest of us. Despite all the good he did, he, too, had moments of struggle. He, too, had to fight for balance in a world that was too often focused on what we can give, not on what we need.
For the next few days, I started paying closer attention to him. I made a point of saying hi, checking in, and just acknowledging his presence. I didn’t want to let him slip into the background again. He had given so much to others, and I realized that maybe it was my turn to give back, even if it was just in small ways. I wanted him to know he wasn’t alone.
One afternoon, as I was walking through the park, I saw him again, but this time, he was with his mom. I recognized her immediately—she was the woman who always picked him up when he finished his rounds, the one who gave him gentle encouragement when he looked like he was getting tired.
I smiled, happy to see him in good company, but as I approached, I overheard a conversation that struck me to my core.
“Mom, I don’t know if I can keep doing it,” he said softly, looking down at his hands. “I feel so drained lately. I don’t know how to keep pretending to be happy for everyone else when I feel like this.”
His mom stopped walking and looked at him with deep concern in her eyes. “Honey, you don’t have to pretend. You can take a break. It’s okay to not be okay sometimes.”
I stood frozen, not wanting to intrude but unable to walk away from this raw moment.
“You’ve been carrying so much for so long,” she continued. “And it’s okay to rest. To let people in. You don’t have to be everyone’s source of light all the time.”
The boy nodded, tears welling up in his eyes. For the first time, I saw the burden he’d been carrying—not just the weight of his condition, but the emotional labor of constantly lifting others up when he didn’t have the energy to lift himself.
It hit me like a ton of bricks. All this time, I had only seen him as a source of positivity, but now I realized how much pressure he was under to be that source. He had so much love to give, but he needed someone to offer it back. Someone to see him as he truly was—not the boy in the wheelchair, not the cheerful figure spreading joy—but a person with needs and vulnerabilities just like anyone else.
That moment stayed with me. The following week, when I saw him again, I didn’t just wave. I sat with him on the bench, and we talked. I didn’t try to fix anything or offer him empty encouragement. I simply listened. And I think that, more than anything, made a difference.
A few weeks later, I got a text from him. “Hey, I just wanted to say thanks. For seeing me. For not just treating me like a kid who’s always happy. It’s been a rough couple of weeks, but talking to you really helped. I don’t have to do everything alone.”
I smiled, reading the message with a sense of gratitude. It wasn’t just that he had helped me see the world differently—it was that in offering him my time, I had unknowingly given him the space to be himself, flaws and all. And it had helped him.
Sometimes, the greatest gift we can give isn’t advice or solutions—it’s simply being there, listening, and offering the chance for someone to be seen as they truly are.
So, to anyone who feels like they’re carrying the weight of the world alone, remember this: You don’t have to be everyone’s source of light. It’s okay to rest, to be vulnerable, and to let others lift you up. And for those around you, sometimes all it takes is to truly see the person in front of you. You never know how much that can mean.
