I wonder where he is now, that guy I blogged about here exactly two years ago. I no longer see him every time I attend mass at our Parish. His swollen and grangrened feet were bound by dirty gauze. He used to have a small plastic can in front of him for alms from passersby. Maybe he has died?
There used to be an old man here in our village roaming the streets of the subdivision early in the morning. He would knock or press the doorbell and ask for financial help. One time he showed me a spent packet of blood pressure medicines. It so happened that at that time, I used to take the same so gave him 2 pieces of it. Another time, he left two large pieces of milkfish at our gate so I have no option but to take it. The following day, he came back and asked for the payment way more than the price of milkfish in the market. I paid him a little more than what he asked for.
We used to have a janitor here in the village years ago. Every morning when I sweep the front and side streets of our house, I would see him with either young sweet potato leaves or taro leaves in his hands and he would sell them to some of our residents here at the village. Those veggies grow freely at some vacant lots here. I no longer see him too.
I wonder where they are now. I wonder if they have family members who are taking care of them if they are still alive. Sometimes, circumstances force us to do things like begging and seeking help from other people to survive. Life is difficult and almost always does not treat us equally. Some people are more blessed than others. Some people are more successful than others. Some are fortunate to be born with silver spoons in their mouths.
Life can only be understood backwards; but it must be lived forwards. Soren Kierkegaard
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