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  • To many, Oxford is an idyllic place; its architectures and academic ambience are alluring.

    Last weekend, I was at Oxford doing some teaching job. It was a rare chance for me to appreciate this romantic city.

    Oxford was packed. Tourists were annoying as they walked in groups, far too slowly, often the wrong way. I knew other people thought the same about me too. “Who's that annoying Chinese tourist?”

    I walked down the busy high street and I was confronted by many religious groups running their stalls. There were stalls of Catholicism, Islam and some action groups.

    I never expected Oxford high street to be such a combat zone.

    Under the banner of Healing laid a few chairs and praying mats. I watched a distressing young man sitting on a chair, surrounded by 2 middle aged men, who were kneeling down and praying for him.

    The young man was sobbing.

    On another chair, another young lady was also in tears.

    In the overcrowded high street when the sun shone unexpectedly in England, this scene brought a moment of peace to me.

    I was overwhelmed.

    Next to the praying people, two young men in plain clothes were performing a heart-felt Amazing Grace.

    The thought of human kindness has been lingering in my mind since.
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