6/365 Days of Happiness: When Letting Go of Something so Little
Means A Lot
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Sampaguita is the Philippine national flower, but whenever I see
sampaguita garland I associate it with gratefulness rather than nationalism.
I feel safer in a cab when I see sampaguita garland hanging in
front mirror. It somehow assures me that the driver is God-fearing and that
garland is an expression of his faith. Most Catholic Filipinos would understand
this association. Sampaguita garlands are sold in front of churches
and people buy them and offer them to statues or images on their altar at
home.
That's what I imagine this water vendor I observed one Friday
would do when he gets home.
It was Friday afternoon. Traffic was heavy as expected. I already
had good one-hour nap but I was still in Magallanes. I was
thinking of transferring to MRT to get to work faster but seeing that the queue
to MRT snaked around the Alpha South building somewhat discouraged me so I
stayed in the bus and for the lack of things to do while our bus crawled in
traffic-jammed EDSA, I just went on to observe the goings on.
The one that caught my attention was this water vendor that got on
our bus in Ayala. It looked like his day was done. His pail and Styrofoam box
(used for carrying bottled water) were both empty. He was going home.
In a smaller street after Ayala, there was a sampaguita vendor. The water vendor alighted from the bus, leaving his pail and Styrofoam box in the bus, went ahead to buy sampaguita garlands. Unexpectedly, traffic got better and the driver just sped away. The bus conductor looked worried as she checked on the water vendor, who was running as fast as he could so he could catch up. Fortunately, he did.
In a smaller street after Ayala, there was a sampaguita vendor. The water vendor alighted from the bus, leaving his pail and Styrofoam box in the bus, went ahead to buy sampaguita garlands. Unexpectedly, traffic got better and the driver just sped away. The bus conductor looked worried as she checked on the water vendor, who was running as fast as he could so he could catch up. Fortunately, he did.
What made me appreciate this moment is that this man alighted from
the bus to buy those garlands. He could be earning so little but he was willing
to let go a portion of it so there’s something he could offer at the altar – a
sign of his gratitude. It’s a little portion, but it meant a lot.

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