Man on the Street
7 September 200906 September 2009 – We had just finished dinner at L’Incontro, an Italian restaurant in Makati. I drove back to Makati Sports to drop Sister Dear and Zivv off where their car was parked.
As Sister Dear got herself out of the car, this man on a bike stopped in front of us and asked if he could clean my car in exchange for a couple of tablets of medicine. He said we could even buy it at the drugstore just so we’d know the money wasn’t for anything else. He added that he had no choice; the medicine is just way too expensive, P47.50, for him to afford.
I gave the guy some money, enough maybe for a couple of tablets. My sister did the same thing, and then we both drove off with a wave of what I’d like to think was good wishes from the guy.
Driving home, my head was heavy. Good thing Tala was there yakking away to keep me distracted… a little bit. Come on! P47.50? And he couldn’t afford it? What has this world come to? How many more people live like him?
I normally don’t listen to stuff like this, but there are some instances that really catch me off guard. I would like to think that God lets the authentic ones come my way. That’s perhaps not true all the time, but the thought helps.
