Before I forget
Every morning when I go to campus, I always see an old man pushing a cart of milk down the hill where my rent is located.
For some reason, I feel pity whenever I see him.
Someone as old as my grandparents still has to work, and he works by climbing up and down a hill that takes at least 15 minutes to climb with a motor vehicle...
I mean..if he was driving a truck filled with milk, maybe it wouldn't have as much impact as it did every time I see him.
But the thing is, he walks all day trying to sell the milk in a cart that...even from dawn until dusk, there would still be some packages left..
Compared to the beggars in the streets or the usual street-performers, I'm more moved to help people like him.
The other day, I went to a market to buy stuff and I happened to see the old man there, still pushing his cart.
It was around dusk, and the streets were getting dark.
I got excited for no reason and bought a packet of milk from him (well..I needed some small change).
It seemed like he already had hearing problems, since I had to repeat myself several times when I asked for change.
But still, I have to admire people like that old milkman.
Unlike me, they're working to fulfill their daily needs.
Despite their age, they continue to work.
I should also learn something from all this.
For some reason, I feel pity whenever I see him.
Someone as old as my grandparents still has to work, and he works by climbing up and down a hill that takes at least 15 minutes to climb with a motor vehicle...
I mean..if he was driving a truck filled with milk, maybe it wouldn't have as much impact as it did every time I see him.
But the thing is, he walks all day trying to sell the milk in a cart that...even from dawn until dusk, there would still be some packages left..
Compared to the beggars in the streets or the usual street-performers, I'm more moved to help people like him.
The other day, I went to a market to buy stuff and I happened to see the old man there, still pushing his cart.
It was around dusk, and the streets were getting dark.
I got excited for no reason and bought a packet of milk from him (well..I needed some small change).
It seemed like he already had hearing problems, since I had to repeat myself several times when I asked for change.
But still, I have to admire people like that old milkman.
Unlike me, they're working to fulfill their daily needs.
Despite their age, they continue to work.
I should also learn something from all this.