I’m a school bus rider, I ride the bus (actually school “van”) when I go to school and sometimes when I catch it when I’m going home. When I miss the bus, of course what can I do but to commute, I ride jeepneys on my 1st stop for 6 PHP (student fair) and a mini side-car on my way home. Well, I almost forgot that I’m a BUS rider when I’m going home, because nowadays I usually go home late. I always miss the bus, so, the tendency is, to commute. LALALA~ And the time I rode this sidecar....
Me: Manong! (Sir for English)
*Side-car driver comes to me*
Side-car driver: Why call me Manong, I’m just like your age.
Me: Okay, sorry! I’ll call you Kuya (brother in English), instead.
Side-car driver: How old are you anyway?
Me: 14.
Side-car driver: I’m actually 16. I just look old because I worked early.
*Then he continued saying stuff like that*
Side-car driver: What year are you in?
Me: 4th year highschool.
Side-car driver: I was suppose to be 4th year highschool also. But I stopped studying.
Me: Really?? That’s a mess up! You should really study you know.
Side-car driver: I want to, but I can’t. No one will support me in my studies. Both my parents are dead, and I have no one else to go. I’m alone now.
Me: Ouch.
*Suddenly, his motor stops*
Side-car driver: Aw. Now the motor grembles because I’m being dramatic!
Me: Haha!
*Finally in our compound*
Huh, this was a rough day. I stopped awhile thinking about His situation. Sometimes, I tremble for such small things, which I should be thankful of, because I’m really blessed with this stuff and especially my family. I wish Kuya the best, and may God bless him. Let’s reflect about this. Let’s be thankful of EVERYTHING and ANYTHING we have. We are really blessed.
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