May 25, 2008 09:20
Once in a while someone weird -- and tragic -- really comes walking through the door, like this street kid -- grimy and all -- who came in with a Php 20 bill and wanted to play Counterstrike. We thought, God, what sort of thing had been fed into the kid's head to put CS over a bowl of gruel?
Instead of letting him onto one of the machines, my boss decided to give him a bath, hot cocoa and some advice that he should keep his 20 and buy some food instead.
people,
life,
misfortune,
work