good citizen
Sure, my heart melts seeing an ambulant vendor on the overpass , whose yet to make a ‘buena mano’, cuddling her child to keep warm on a cold night, but were not in the mood for tinapa for supper nor breakfast, so we just briskly walked passed them.
I silently laud those who authored the city ordinance prohibiting giving to beggars. At least now I can turn them away and feel righteous.
Sure, I highly regard the guitar-playing skills of a certain blind individual in one of the overpasess but I have yet to drop a single centavo into the tiny tin can attached at the end of his instrument.
Sure, I give away my old clothes to those I deem fit to receive it, But only after some balikbayans replenished my closet with his own used clothes. They call it Spring Cleaning — never thought climates of the western hemisphere would have an effect on me.
For the sake of conserving limited resources, to flush the toilet I bravely endure the cold sting of the early morning rain just to fetch rainwater from a ‘drum’ at the bottom of a downspout. But whenever I see water gushing out the main pipe on the street, like the big fountain at Glorietta, I just shrug and tell myself that someone had already called the water district to report it.
For the sake of conserving the environment, I urged my family to segregate garbage, to throw the bio-degradables at the open lot beside our house.
