I have a story to tell. Last night, I was at Trinoma, having dinner at McDonalds, when a guy sat on the empty seat right in front of my seat. Then he was looking around, I told myself that this guy was kinda weird. Then, after a while, he placed an envelope on top of my table, and something was written on it. I struggled in reading it because the handwriting was illegible, I could barely read the words. But after some time, I finally understood what the letter was trying to say. It says that this guy needs some sort of donation, because he can't speak. At first, I ignored it, but then, when I looked at his face, and saw his eyes, I felt the sadness he has. That was when I decided to get the 50php bill from my wallet, because that was the smallest bill I had in my wallet. As I was pulling out the bill, I hit my drinks with my hand, and so it spilled on me and on my bag. But before I wiped the spill, I handed him the envelope and the bill. And then, he stood up. I transferred to another seat, and started to wipe my bag. Too bad, I ran out of tissue earlier. When I was about to wipe my bag with my hanky, a guy -- the guy whom I gave the 50php to, was handing me a bunch of tissue paper. And blimey, at that very moment, I wanted to burst into tears. I was touched, really. Well, I wanted to cry not only because I was alone there, but also because despite my sadness and all the mischief that has happened to me, I was able to help someone, and my good deed, was reciprocated at once. God really rewards those who do good to others.
Friday, August 27, 2010
Envelope, 50php, Tissue. A good deed is reciprocated at once. :)
I have a story to tell. Last night, I was at Trinoma, having dinner at McDonalds, when a guy sat on the empty seat right in front of my seat. Then he was looking around, I told myself that this guy was kinda weird. Then, after a while, he placed an envelope on top of my table, and something was written on it. I struggled in reading it because the handwriting was illegible, I could barely read the words. But after some time, I finally understood what the letter was trying to say. It says that this guy needs some sort of donation, because he can't speak. At first, I ignored it, but then, when I looked at his face, and saw his eyes, I felt the sadness he has. That was when I decided to get the 50php bill from my wallet, because that was the smallest bill I had in my wallet. As I was pulling out the bill, I hit my drinks with my hand, and so it spilled on me and on my bag. But before I wiped the spill, I handed him the envelope and the bill. And then, he stood up. I transferred to another seat, and started to wipe my bag. Too bad, I ran out of tissue earlier. When I was about to wipe my bag with my hanky, a guy -- the guy whom I gave the 50php to, was handing me a bunch of tissue paper. And blimey, at that very moment, I wanted to burst into tears. I was touched, really. Well, I wanted to cry not only because I was alone there, but also because despite my sadness and all the mischief that has happened to me, I was able to help someone, and my good deed, was reciprocated at once. God really rewards those who do good to others.
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