Yesterday, I had an encounter, which really puzzled me. I was having dinner at this eatery place and I saw a really young boy, serving as a waiter. He was still wearing uniform. He looked new to his job, humble and scared. It made me feel very pitiful for him. There were a few times our eyes met but i couldn’t look at him. For a strange reason, it felt like a shame to be more well off. It felt wrong to be enjoying my dinner at someone’s service, especially when the person couldn’t afford a fraction of what I ate. I suddenly felt very compassionate towards him. I knew, at that moment, God has shown me the world through his eyes. My eyes were wet but I managed to hold my tears. A small voice within me showed me that I had been pretty occupied with myself lately and life was meant to be much more than just that.
On the way back, I kept thinking about the poor and the call God had for me.
When i reached home, mom asked me to throw away some food left over from lunch. I looked at those food, thinking it would be more than enough to make the young boy happy after a long day of work.