a helping hand

In life there are so many chances in becoming many type of person. As for me I can be rich, I can be genius I can be royal blood and I can be unfortunate person that you can sometimes see sleeping down the street begging for help.

 The chances of being each one of them is 100% So there is no ways of escaping and now I am very grateful that I don’t have to beg for money, I don’t have to share for love.

              

  I remember the first time I helped beggars by giving them  1 Ringgit. I almost cried seeing him sitting alone in the corner begging for money in blind condition. I am 9 back then and I remembered I only had 1 ringgit in my pocket. I sat and think for a while 10 second after that I started walking towards the old man. I gave him the money and the first thing that came out from his mouth is, thank you and after he realize I am wearing

watch he ask me what time is it. 

I cannot stop smiling back then. I kept telling the same stories to my sister and my mom and tell them how happy I am after I helped the old man. I never forget how I felt that time until now.

               

  Sometimes things are different, some beggars are just acting to get money because they are too lazy to work and sometimes they lie so they can get money. I have once been there so it is hard to differentiate between unfortunate person and actress/actor.

 I remembered when I am 17 I saw an old lady walking around and asking for money. I Felt sorry for her because I heard that she did not have money to buy med for her granddaughter. So I did not wait for her to come to me so I came to her then gave her money without no hesitation. After that I go the nearest bank to met with my auntie.

 While waiting for her I saw the same old lady asking for money this time she came to me. Guess what she asking me for money. This time she had different reason. She said, she had no money to go home and I did not gave her any. How shocked I am that she did not even recognize me. My aunt saw me with the old lady and she tell me not to 

trust her because she’s a liar. Only God knows how I felt. I feel so betrayed.

Started from there I never give money to beggar I  just give them food and drinks I cannot stand seeing them sitting alone in the corner with no food and pray the best for them. Do not think helping others is your responsibility but take it as your mission living in this world. God knows your deed. Every deeds of yours will eventually comes back to you trust me. Try putting yourself in their shoes.

 Someday my bakery shop will be opened to feed this unfortunate people.

by:: Ruzzle Devera M.molahid

p/s: none of above picture is mine. i copy paste all the picture from google.