God Rides a Jeepney
Last Sunday, after my cousin Marilyn and I went to church, we went to Gaisano Mall to buy my meds and some stuff for here at home. After we finished at the mall, we walked to the park near Gaisano to wait for a Bayabas jeepney. Before too long, here comes a Bayabas jeep, and the helper was shouting “Bayabas,” and we saw this old man, with very ragged clothing and no slippers, trying to ask favor from the jeepney helper, that he would like a free ride to Bayabas. But the jeepney helper refused the guy, and the same happened with the second and third Bayabas jeepneys. They never let him ride. To me, he was not like the others, he just seemed to be a traveler. Marilyn and I just observed the guy, letting all our jeeps pass by. We waited to see if that old man could ride. We talked to a lady, a vendor, and even she felt sorry for the old man, because he had been standing there for a long time already. All the drivers refused to give him a ride. I could see that the vendor was also