Uncommon Courtesy

Common courtesy is rare in this generation. We are pressured by society, and our instincts, to one-up other people and avoid becoming a victim ourselves. We look at the long line, or heap, of people at the MRT or LRT, and we think, no use getting civil here. We push, we shove; never mind our dear elderly or the office lady, never mind the mother carrying her child; we are so used to hearing people taunt, “mag-taxi ka kasi.” We smile to ourselves: at least, we managed to get in.

Count It All Joy

You're talking to an officemate about this particular problem in the workplace, then you find from another person that the officemate you were speaking with a while ago is bad-mouthing you to the management. What do you do? Count it all joy.

A friend is asking for your help to do a difficult task. You tried to squeeze that task in your tight schedule. Then you learned that your friend doesn't really need any help; he went with his other friends to watch a movie. What do you do? Count it all joy.

You're doing your best to make ends meet. You wash your own laundry, deprive yourself from any leisure activity, work overtime and during weekends. You are faithful to your responsibilities, and yet all your sacrifices just seems to be not enough. What do you do? Count it all joy.