A View of a Cruel World
A cruel world is a tough place to live your life.
Poverty is one of the biggest problems our world is facing. People die each day because of hunger, for lack of medicine and food. Money is scarce and things are not free anymore. Nobody would take a second look at you if you don’t have money, they won’t give you a proper and respectable service if you don’t dress well.
I’ve been exposed to this kind of world ever since. I’ve seen little children just shared one bite of food for whole day. I’ve seen blind people who cannot move from their place and having no water to drink or food to eat every day, and their cans are all empty.
Take the story of this little girl:
A little girl, about 7 years old was sitting uncomfortably at the seat facing an older lady and a policeman. The older lady was yelling at her and pointing her fingers on her face.
“She stole my Pancit!”
Pancit is the term for noodles in Filipino cuisine and is very popular food in every restaurant.
The little girl just nodded. It’s true she stole it; she has no money to buy one. She clutched her worn pants for something she had bought for she’s scared to think she had dropped it while running away from the restaurant.
“Are you very hungry that you have to steal what she’s selling?” the policeman asked her.
“Yes sir, I’m so hungry but it’s not for me. It’s for my mother. Please let me go home.” she pleaded. Her eyes were moist with tears.
The police officer looked at her. “So, your mother is telling you to steal something?”
The older lady then yelled at her again, “Give me back my Pancit, you thief!”
She clutched the food so hard not wanting to let it go.
“Please, let me have this Pancit.”
The police officer then faced the lady and promised to just pay for the food. Then he offered the girl a lift so he could talk to her parents.
She is living on a squatter’s area, the houses were made of used cartoons patched together and wood and very small. The girl run inside and found her mother sleeping on a cartoon bed on the ground.
“Mother, wake up! I’m here now. I bought you medicine and food. Please eat so you can get better.”
She’s clutching her mother’s arms, tugging her to wake up.
But the old woman wouldn’t. She’s already dead.
Tears rushed from the little girl’s eyes. She’s already too late. If she came home sooner, maybe her mother had eaten and taken her medicine. It’s too late now.
She silently stood up and faced the police officer, who is watching at the front door and witnessing what had just happened.
“Thank you, for bringing me home,” she said and handed him the plastic with Pancit.
“I think I do not need this anymore.”
You see, it's sad to know that children like her have to suffer at a very young age. And some wouldn't understand their life and their pains.
I always thanked God for all the blessing I have. Yes, I don’t have much to offer but I know that my world is much better than other people who suffer endlessly. I have the option to anything. I live in comfortable surroundings free from noise and distractions. I can buy anything I want.
Every day is a new struggle for all of us – especially to families who doesn’t have enough to live each day. Like for that little girl, she was too little to face the life of living alone.
It happens. The word is tough, full of people who want to survive the destiny of life.
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