Compassion
This is something—not about me, of course, but about my elder bro. For your information, I am not being involved in the defamation process or anything. It’s basically about his good deed which is really moving, or at least I think it is to me.
It was just one of his typical days. Woke up. Washed up. Got dressed. Headed for work. But what marked that day different was what greeted his eyes on his way home and made his heart sore. He witnessed a very old Grandma about 80 in her dirt-covered rags, with a walking stick, trudging with heavy footsteps.
Honestly I really have no idea what kind of heart is beating there under his ribs! He must be one of the rare, soft-hearted gentlemen! To my disbelief—and to yours too, he swiveled the car around to the other side of the street, stopped the car and then approached the Grandma. Guess what he did after that? Believe it or not, my bro treated her to a meal in one of the eating places nearby and chatted with her for quite some time. Just imagine how the Grandma was feeling then! As if paying for the meal had not been good enough, he phoned one of those guys being in charge of this program at the APSARA Television Station. The program was basically meant for those who were poverty-stricken and never gave in to begging. You see, the Grandma was not a beggar and she did “something” to earn a living to support the three small orphaned grandsons. So after talking to the guy, my bro helped her to make all the necessary arrangements. And you know what, guys? Yesterday as my family and I were watching TV, WE SAW HER! She was there with a lot of donations from the philanthropists. The Grandma’s life was turned around by my bro! It almost sounds far-fetched to me, but guys it’s a true story, mind you!
It was just one of his typical days. Woke up. Washed up. Got dressed. Headed for work. But what marked that day different was what greeted his eyes on his way home and made his heart sore. He witnessed a very old Grandma about 80 in her dirt-covered rags, with a walking stick, trudging with heavy footsteps.
Honestly I really have no idea what kind of heart is beating there under his ribs! He must be one of the rare, soft-hearted gentlemen! To my disbelief—and to yours too, he swiveled the car around to the other side of the street, stopped the car and then approached the Grandma. Guess what he did after that? Believe it or not, my bro treated her to a meal in one of the eating places nearby and chatted with her for quite some time. Just imagine how the Grandma was feeling then! As if paying for the meal had not been good enough, he phoned one of those guys being in charge of this program at the APSARA Television Station. The program was basically meant for those who were poverty-stricken and never gave in to begging. You see, the Grandma was not a beggar and she did “something” to earn a living to support the three small orphaned grandsons. So after talking to the guy, my bro helped her to make all the necessary arrangements. And you know what, guys? Yesterday as my family and I were watching TV, WE SAW HER! She was there with a lot of donations from the philanthropists. The Grandma’s life was turned around by my bro! It almost sounds far-fetched to me, but guys it’s a true story, mind you!
Comments
To Vannak, hey, dude, yeah...i have just got this blog...hehe...sure sure...you can add...i already have yours in my link:-)
To Pagn: It's really "sweet" of you to have said such a thing to your friend!! ...you have no idea wat kind of heart is beating there under my ribs!hehehh...not a black one--dun u dare say!!!:-)
heh hheh, pm has a gud bro already, right, pm? i'm sure since he adores u so much... i don't have a bro u know? :( quite sad.. i only have younger one, not older one i mean... mah sis? hahha she's not into this kinda help much tho she has a soft heart. haha.... im glad that ur bro is a kind-hearted man tho he... in his work. sorry to mention this.
well, well, ven, guess what? i'm sure that u're able to do it... don't say u have no guts.. jst spend ur contribution (can be time or money) to help lolz... heh heh it's good to do donations sometimes for the sake of our country. i'm broken-hearted to see those poor people and the poverty in our country :(
By the way, Hour, talking about poverty in Cambodia does kill me. I feel guilty of not having done anything much for our country. When I go for a visit, I will do something just to show my love to our little poor country.
Poverty? Those who are rich are very rich and of course, those who are poor are way too poor...As an individual, we can't do much, but i am sure that everything starts from a small step...a good example can be your friend's kind acts of giving books and stuffs, hour...
Yeah...Pm, maybe when you are back, we all should pay a visit to an orphanage or something to give out donations in the forms of books, food supplies and yeah...it'll be awesome...i have been wanting to do that but i can do it alone...
Poverty? Those who are rich are very rich and of course, those who are poor are way too poor...As an individual, we can't do much, but i am sure that everything starts from a small step...a good example can be your friend's kind acts of giving books and stuffs, hour...
Yeah...Pm, maybe when you are back, we all should pay a visit to an orphanage or something to give out donations in the forms of books, food supplies and yeah...it'll be awesome...i have been wanting to do that but i can do it alone...