My heart cries out for old people who have to work their ass out just to survive the day.
This morning, while I was busy getting myself into the jeepney, I bumped into this old man (bringing two tons for taho) who was trying his hard to get in to the jeepney. So I gave way, and let him in first. When I looked into the man, he was not just old but old enough to be selling taho along the streets. The kind of age that would make you say that he ought to stay at home and have fun with his grandchildren. I know that I should be proud seeing that no matter how old he is, he still manages to work and don’t just beg on the streets for money. It just saddened me that he has to work that way.
I can’t help it as droplets of tears fell from my eyes. It just isn’t right. If I could only do something that could stop him from working, I would. I envy those rich countries that can support their people, providing them with health benefits and all the things that a man could need. I hope that our country will do that too. I know we are not rich but if only they could set aside funds for senior citizens and help them, that would really be amazing.