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Humanity

True to my nature, I am awaken at 8am by a phonecall from the CSC people. LATE AGAIN. I contemplate taking a cab, but remember that I have exceptionally bad cab-flagging skills. (It once took me half an hour to flag a cab k) But the moment I reach the main road, the first thing I see is a cab. And the cabbie sees me too, eyeing me suspciously. But cos I hadnt decided yet, I let him pass. Weirdly enough, the moment I turn around after crossing the road TWO empty cabs pass me by. Is this a sign? One more cab later, I decide, heck, just take cab la.

Only had $10 with me and I warned the uncle, bukit batok is a long way off. But you know what? The uncle was SO nice to me, he said nevermind! Was really touched by that simple gesture, sent my mind into a tornado of mediations on the goodness of human nature.

Long ago, like sec2, me and enai used to have these debates about human nature. (I can only remember this one cos I actually was right for once) She of course believed that human beings are intrinsically good, and I of course believed that human beings are intrinsically evil. And so they are. But times like today I have to acknowledge the kindness and goodness in humanity.

I screw up by not waking up on time, and some uncle earns a little less money. Thing I learnt is that there are consequences and a price to be paid, though a little bit of money is a trivial example. Sometimes I just live my life as though there are no repercussions, do whatever I feel like doing, forgetting that my actions do affect others. Like how I can keep on sinning, even though I know Christ has already paid the price for me, and what a high price that was, His very own life.

But todays story ends happy. I find $2, cos darren actually paid for my supper last night so I still had that bit of cash. So grateful to the taxidriver that I just gave him all $12 though the ride was only $10.70. (though extravagant, this later proves to be unwise)

Floating on a cloud of belief in the human race, I descend on Yusof Ishak secondary school. Really did'nt know what to expect. Least of all Donita Rose's husband!

I was there for this programme called Thumbs Up!, we teach the kids about their DISC profile and help them identify their strengths and weaknesses. It was really the most meaningful thing ever! The message was so positive, it was all about encouraging them to have dreams in their lives, teaching them to believe in themselves, building up their self-esteem and confidence. Thought it was the best thing ever! The class we got was really great too, they were spontaneous, honest, responsive and co-operative. I really enjoyed spending time with all the kids, they were so open.

I looked at all their bright, earnest faces, and for a brief moment I was tempted to become a teacher. Haha, but the moment passed swiftly. I almost shed a tear when Eric (Mr Donita Rose, haha) gave his parting speech. It was so meaningful! Touched a chord in me, a deep, rich, reverberating chord (like Debussy). I felt my heart swelling up with tenderness for those crazy 14 year olds, I felt like I wanted to affirm them again and again, that no matter what anyone said to them, they were so valuable and precious. At that moment I felt ready to attack anyone who dared to undermine their self worth with a rusty hatchet. And then some!

Was truly a great experience which left me babbling incoherently to Eric, in shy, stuttered sentences, trying ineloquently to express what I had just felt. (I may be reasonably fluent in my writing, but I'm REALLY bad at talking) Oh and Eric is such a nice guy, he clearly loves donita a lot, talked about her a fair bit. We were supposed to write our names on a bright orange name tag and either what we wanted to be, or who was our hero in life. He wrote: "good husband + dad". C'mon, say it with me now; "AWWWWWW....!!!!! SO SWEET!!!" I want to marry someone like that!

okok, so why was giving the uncle all my earthly wealth (at the time) a bad idea? Cos I did'nt have any money to get home after that. But this girl lent me a dollar and I took bus to bukit batok MRT where my parents picked me up. Mum made a heck of a lot of noise about it, gave me no peace. I would have tried to get back on my own borrow more money or something, but I didnt want to be too late for BAY. Dad was his usual patient, tolerant self, thank goodness.

Humanity. Think about it.

posted by beckyboo @ 11:05 PM