Such a being exist in this world

 Always saw him smiling, he was happy with his life, even though he had nothing. Nothing that can be considered as accomplishment, nothing that can be used to lure people toward him. Both of his hands were empty.

The only thing people knew about him was that he was a kind guy. The only thing that added weight to his body is not his flesh or bones, no, but the  heart of gold. A sense of remorse washed through his feet every time he saw the sick abandoned by their blood.

After our encounter, I never knew what it feels like to have a hand reaching out to you in the cloud of complete deep darkness. Even though the clouds were surrounded by piercing barbed wire, the hand did come, it did.

Hundreds of people saw the hand came after them to lift them up. Some of them did remember the hand, while some went on with their lives completely forgetting about it. He never wore his accomplishments as badges to show others, instead he hid it.

He hated the idea of lowering his hand, cutting himself to help others, always blamed on obligation. But i knew, it is him, you can’t just change yourself after living close to 30 years in this world.

Suffice to say, the only accomplishment he has created in this world are memories. Like birds in the sky, the memories always followed him no matter where he went. Around him I saw these birds, flying around him, appreciating his presence, willing to do anything for him.

That in it itself is something more than just mere accomplishment. A man who killed all the sins of the world, and lived to tell a tale. SUCH A PERSON EXIST!