I'm not performing well lately. My back hurts from excessive computer use. My eyes see things overly bright. My mind is tired of pushing thoughts on things I don't like to think right now. My cheeks sagging into a frown. I feel ugly and useless. But as I pass by on the bridge before going to work, I saw this old foreigner beggar again. Her left foot bruised from some skin illness, her hands carrying a bag of empty C2 plastics. Just before she takes out the garbage I offered a 20 bill. She looked at me, smiled, shook her head and continued her routine of collecting plastic bottles from the garbage bin.
She seems alone with no one to talk to, and yet she is dignified to work without anyone's help.
Stricken with guilt, my day seemed to brighten up.
2 comments:
this blog tugs at your heartsleeves. I promise to try to contribute to this good effort soon.
THanks Moca. Looking forward for your contribution soon.
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