a stranger came to my working place this afternoon.
he told me he suffered from blood tumor, he showed me the lump on his neck, and his hand is a bit crooked...he said he has no job and no money for his family...he asked me whether i can donate him a few ringgit...
i gave RM10...and i prayed to God for his condition.
my heart did judged him, whether he was cheating me or not? whether he will bring home the money or not?
i shouldn't ask whether he bring home the money or not, but i should ask whether i was giving out of a sincere heart?
Yes God, I did.
一个星期六下午, 他和她在同一间咖啡屋。两人点了爱喝的Irish Coffee,不加糖。 他在看书, 而她也看着同一本书。不时会听见他们咯咯大笑, 身边的人也禁不住偷笑起来了。 一直坐到傍晚时分, 他们才离去。 他向老板娘说声谢, 她向服务员微笑点头。 不知道过了多少个星期六, 他们又回到了同一间咖啡屋, 选了同一张桌子。 他红着双眼, 点了Irish Coffee; 她泪流满面, 熟悉她的服务生也为她点了Irish Coffee.。这一次, 他们坐到店快要打烊才回家, 两人擦身而过。 无数个星期六过去了, 他们脸上又带着笑容,向咖啡屋的老板娘和服务生打招呼! 这一次, 他们没有点Irish Coffee, 反而向老板娘要了有点儿酸又带些甜的柳橙汁。 终于, 他们的眼神有了交集, 两人微笑了。
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i guess you put that phrase to life that day.
Anyway i have added your blog to my blogroll.. do add me too.. hehe (=
erin: thanks. im encouraged as u are encouraged
aaron: sincerity overcome shamefulness.