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I had a horrible but pitying experience this Sunday morning. I was with my parents to hear mass, like what we always do. But this morning, it was different. Why did I say so? Well, I thought it would be like the usual but I was wrong. Suddenly, a little boy caem near me and grabbed my hanky. I was shocked. I couldn't believe he did that. I was talking to my mum that time. We were laughing silently because we both remembered a funny incident that happened 2 days ago. Much to my amazement, there...the little boy grabbed my hanky. He was a "badjao". Yes, he was a little boy, perhaps about 2 or 4. And like most "badjao's" taht you can see roaming around the city streets and everywhere, he was wearing very dirty clothes. What do you expect? I didn't know what to do at first. I couldn't believe what I saw at first. Out of nowhere, he just came. I stood there blank. I was like...I don't know. I was just amazed. I was really astonished. I was absolutely speechless. My pappy and my mum were also shocked to see him do that. They weren't able to utter a word at all. He used the hanky to wipe his nose because he had colds. Maybe it was what he needed that's why he reached out for my handkerchief. I was thinking, maybe he was eeying for my handkerchief because he wanted to wipe his nose and his face. I was silent for a while. Then, I realized, he needed it so much more than I do. I just looked at him, and I saw his face. I can see he was happy because he had a hanky. I became happy inside as well. Instead of getting mad at the child, I found myself feeling this "feeling of sympathy" to the young boy who didn't have a hanky. Perhaps, that was what he only wished for that morning. I didn't bother to get it again; I just gave it to him. It would be very rude if I did that. He then walked away with a smile in his face and we left as well to go home. My pappy told me he was proud of what I did. I am also happy because I did that. You know this light feeling you sometimes get when you get to help people in little ways? I felt that. I realized I had a sense and a purpose in this world like other individuals because I was able to help (at least). I'm glad I did it. The feeling is nice. I cannot deny it. If there's something that I learned out from this experience, it is that in life, we have to understand why some people have much and why some people in turn, have less. I realized how lucky I am to be more fortunate than he is. That's why, I told myself, "I will never ever forget what happened today from this day on."

I had a horrible but pitying experience this Sunday morning. I was with my parents to hear mass, like what we always do. But this morning, it was different. Why did I say so? Well, I thought it would be like the usual but I was wrong. Suddenly, a little boy caem near me and grabbed my hanky. I was shocked. I couldn't believe he did that. I was talking to my mum that time. We were laughing silently because we both remembered a funny incident that happened 2 days ago. Much to my amazement, there...the little boy grabbed my hanky. He was a "badjao". Yes, he was a little boy, perhaps about 2 or 4. And like most "badjao's" taht you can see roaming around the city streets and everywhere, he was wearing very dirty clothes. What do you expect? I didn't know what to do at first. I couldn't believe what I saw at first. Out of nowhere, he just came. I stood there blank. I was like...I don't know. I was just amazed. I was really astonished. I was absolutely speechless. My pappy and my mum were also shocked to see him do that. They weren't able to utter a word at all. He used the hanky to wipe his nose because he had colds. Maybe it was what he needed that's why he reached out for my handkerchief. I was thinking, maybe he was eeying for my handkerchief because he wanted to wipe his nose and his face. I was silent for a while. Then, I realized, he needed it so much more than I do. I just looked at him, and I saw his face. I can see he was happy because he had a hanky. I became happy inside as well. Instead of getting mad at the child, I found myself feeling this "feeling of sympathy" to the young boy who didn't have a hanky. Perhaps, that was what he only wished for that morning. I didn't bother to get it again; I just gave it to him. It would be very rude if I did that. He then walked away with a smile in his face and we left as well to go home. My pappy told me he was proud of what I did. I am also happy because I did that. You know this light feeling you sometimes get when you get to help people in little ways? I felt that. I realized I had a sense and a purpose in this world like other individuals because I was able to help (at least). I'm glad I did it. The feeling is nice. I cannot deny it. If there's something that I learned out from this experience, it is that in life, we have to understand why some people have much and why some people in turn, have less. I realized how lucky I am to be more fortunate than he is. That's why, I told myself, "I will never ever forget what happened today from this day on."