Sunday night – 11 PM.
I just finished my GMAT study in one of Jakarta’s busiest district.
As I exited the parking lot, a girl aged around around 8 years old stood by there with her weary eyes and worn-out clothes offered me two tissue packs by the grasp of her tiny hand.
I sat in my car silently – intentionally showed her that I was not interested to buy those packs.
Believed by the logic that if I buy those packs, she will stand there again tomorrow – selling the same thing for God knows when.
While I was waiting to collect my parking ticket, she coughed once. Twice. Thrice.
Moved by the sound and the sight. I gave my money instantly.
She gave me 2 tissue packs.
“Take a rest, please.”
“More tissue packs, Sir?”
Three more packs needed to be sold. She stood there, waiting for people behind me.
“No it’s enough. Thank you”
As I drove home, I kept thinking – maybe those kind of kids do not need long term solution. They just want to survive on daily basis. Then I feel glad, that I did not stick with my stiff idealism – an idealism that refuse to help others.