Last night while looking for my son's milk I pass through Jollibee Divisoria and saw this boy at about 8-9 years old wearing only a tattered sando and shorts without slippers curled up outside the establishment. I couldn't help but felt pity looking at him. The weather was still bad and its so windy, so the air was cold. At first i wanted to gave him a money but I changed my mind instead I went inside Jollibee and buy him a chicken joy meal. I was then so touched when I gave it to him, he said to me "salamat kaayo te", and you can see it in his eyes that his really thankful. Simple things or deed but really meant so much to them. I still remember way back in college that I wanted to enter or join JVP ( Jesuit Volunteer Program) because I want to share my service to others, "be men and women fo others". But my father did not allow me for I will be assigned in a depress area. He was just afraid that maybe something will happen to me. So that dream of mine was not fulfilled, but I did not blame my father for it. He was just concern for my safety. I really have a soft heart with less fortunate people especially people who just live in the streets or the homeless, I dunno why. I got depress whenever I saw families with little children living in the streets. I just don't have enough resources to help them. I have this dream that if I am rich or more blessed in life I would really help those less fortunate especially those children, street children. Help them through institution or foundation or even through scholarships. But I'm not rich financially, so each night before I slept I really offer a prayers for them that the good Lord well bless them and keep them safe always. That they will survive in thier day to day life in the street.