FORBIDDEN FRUIT- The Truth Behind Our Identity

 So I walk towards the gate of the school
 campus and see the security man smiling as I
 approached him. Unlike most of my friends, I
 am endeared to all the minor staff (cleaners,
 security men, and drivers). I always believe they
 are somewhat the real role players who deserve
 the best treatment in life for their hard work.
 Though I never bothered to ask his name, I
 always stopped to ask how he and his family
 were faring. If I had something for him, I
 willingly gave out. That day, I brought him
 apples. He received the gift with gratitude and I
 hurried off to class.
 
After school, I came pass the gate and this man
 stopped me to have a word with me. At first I
 thought he was trying to woo me. But I offered
 him a little of my time.
 The gate keeper pulled out something from his
 pocket and asked me to have a look. Lo and
 Behold, I had in my hands pictures of a fine
 gentleman. Obviously the pictures were taken
 overseas. "Whose image are in these photos", I
 asked anxiously.
 That was the unkempt old security man in his
 prime age having his fun times in Paris to be
 precise. I could not believe it. He looked well
 built and very (and I mean very) handsome at
 the time. He further told me he was poisoned
 through an apple and almost died.
 I felt bad for him, because the effects of the
 poison had him brought back home to Ghana.
 He even lost his strength and voice in the
 process but got better after a period of years.
 He returned my apples after explaining these to
 me, I understood.
 He taught me that the events of our life can
 change. As humans we should always try not to
 underestimate anyone because we feel we are in
 a much better place than them. Never look
 down on anyone. I never stopped giving him
 gifts though, but this time not apples.