It all started with the 2 aunties who collects boxes from the nearby hawker centre.
Every morning while going to work, i always saw these 2 aunties from different locations collecting boxes from stalls, hawker centres and even nearby fastfoods. In the busy streets of Singapore, these old uncles and aunties are sometimes forgotten. Blessed are those that stayed with their children for they are being taken cared of. But there are a few or say still a number of those who lived on their own left to work also on their own to sustain their everyday meal or two or the high cost of living.
Everyday, a friend of mine and her daughter riding in their bike would almost always buy a bread from a nearby bakery to give to these aunties. When nighttime comes, if he’s lucky enough to catch these oldies, he also buy bread for them for their dinner. Living in the same house, i was inspired when my friend told me his acts of giving. One afternoon, as i was on my way home, i saw this auntie busy picking up those left over boxes. Off I went to the bakery and bought 2 bread. I was too hesitant, too shy to give because i fear of rejection or being mocked. Afterall my thinking, i decided to come near her and give just one piece of bread and hurriedly went off while she was saying something in chinese with a smile on her face. I totally do not understand but it brought tears to my eyes and smile on my face. Walking and waiting for my friend from afar, I saw her trembling maybe because she’s already too hungry, with that i went my way to the bakery to buy another bread and water. If i could remember and if I have few dollars left, i try to give something every other day. A friend saw this and followed this act of giving. Initially, this brought tears to her eyes but the smile you can see in their eyes is more worthwhile, thus she followed this acts of giving.
In this year and age, sometimes, it is too easy not to care than to care at all. But once we showed care to people we do not even know of, we never realized that we might have cured a missing/broken piece in their lives. This might be too cliche to say in this age, but let the goodness starts in every one of us. Let the giving spread whenever and wherever we are.