A five-peso cupcake after a disappointing exam, a cup of coffee on a particularly tiring night, a belgian waffle after my phone got stolen, a friend hiding me in his room when I had to cry after a heartbreak, a supportive text message while going through a quarter life crisis -- those small things are the reasons I love my friends to bits.
But receiving a random act of kindness from a stranger is doubly touching.
After living in Manila for seven years, I have had a lot of experiences which almost made me lose trust and faith in people. My phone was once pickpocketed by an old lady in Starbucks, I've had my wallet stolen by a patient in the clinic. I've had patients who were mauled, raped, or abandoned. But my faith in man is restored by acts of kindness from strangers.
A security guard walking me home with an umbrella, because it rained suddenly and I was stranded in the middle of the road with no place to take shelter from the rain.
Or even as simple as a random guy giving up his seat on the train.
A jeepney driver offering me a free ride because it was a hot day for walking, and we were going the same direction anyway.
A Norwegian missionary couple buying me a cookie at Starbucks for no reason other than "I was a good girl" for studying. Hehe.I am very blessed with a supportive family and wonderful friends. Even more so, to be surrounded by people who stand to gain nothing from me, but show me kindness anyway. :)
Today's events make me want to pay it forward, and do random nice things for strangers too. I just fear some people might think I'm creepy. Hahaha.