Sit Up Challenge... GOSH!

Funny how it seems.... but ... this is wonderful..

UNGRATEFUL LOT!

Funny how it seems, just truly disappointed with how one behaves and reacted when someone has actually help them? They can be very cold looking towards you with no facial expression at all let alone allowing the words of “Thank you!” out from their mouth.

Just like the other day, when I returned the extra of RM 2.00 from the balance I received upon paying for my food back to the cashier…

Guess what? The cashier just grasps the RM 2.00 from my hand without uttering a single word. Deep down in my heart I was thinking, “That’s rude ok?” I am not expecting anything from you except saying the little word - “Thank you” sincerely… Is not too much, right? Is not hard at all, right?

On a separate incident, again, I did the same thing but this time round the amount was greater, it is RM 40.00! How it happened? I order foods that cost me RM 5.00 and I paid with RM 10.00 notes. To my surprised, the balance returned to me by cashier was RM 45.00 instead of RM 5.00, so… out of goodwill, again, I return the extras to the cashier…

Oh God! I almost fainted on how the cashier reacted. This one is worse than the previous… Not looking at you, pull the money away from you and walk off from the cashier counter as if there is nothing happened.

WOW! How well mannered are these people? I believe many of you experienced this before and probably worse than mine…

I just wish to say it here - Folks… listen! You have to pay for your own mistakes, blamed no one but yourself. Be grateful if someone has actually helped you on that… We could have just walk off without returning you the extras. You don’t have to buy us expansive gifts or meals, a little words like “THANK YOU” makes lots of differences, it makes our day…it makes us feel GOOD!

Darn! Isn’t it sad? Isn’t it so demoralizing?

HELPLESS GOOD SAMARITAN

Is about 9:00pm I guess, I was heading home after dinner… suddenly I saw a young man at his mid-twenties still cladding on his worn dirty working clothes, I reckon he must be working in one of the car workshop around that area. He was running in the middle of the road without shoe on begging not to be slashed… Hmm scary...

I turned around and to my surprise…. Holy… on the other side of my view, four men armed with parang were running after him, wanting to attack him … I think the parang is about one foot long…. This group of four came in a car; stops their car at the opposite side of the road just to get the victim. Mind you, they were not hiding the parang ok?…. I can clearly see them holding it!

At that point, in time, I took out my mobile phone and wanted to call the police but I hardly can see the direction of the victim running to….what’s next?, what’s next? I keep shouting in mind! I saw many people was standing; watching the live drama at the nearby petrol station and not doing anything to help, maybe?

I really do want to help, at least by calling the police, somehow, I didn’t manage caused I have no solid information on hand that I could provide to the police…I don’t have the slightest clue of where he is running to, I felt bad for not being able to help. Honestly, I do… I really do!

When I reach home, the scene of the victim running begging for help is still running on my mind… I was having sleeplessness night and this morning, the drama still playing on mind as if it just happens... The guilt’s of not being able to lend a helping hand is haunting me…

I am wondering how is the victim doing now, I am wondering if those men in parang manage to harm him... is he alive and unhurt or he is alive but badly hurt or perhaps he has gone to another world which is free from all this??