In a world where Napoles, Tuason, Estrada and Enrile stars the TV screen, we maybe wandering,
"Where are the hell now are the good guys?"
When SMDC posters are around..
I would always ask myself, "where?"
In a Pinoy setting, we'll ask: "Asan? San banda?"
Last week, my friend Johnievic lost his wallet along with his passport and visa along Ilocos Sur. With the turn of events it was returned to him in no time.
His trip may have been impossible if these valuables were not recovered. His work would have been spent travelling from one office to another to replace what was lost.
On his way to Manila this morning, he found a phone inside the bus along where he was seated. Everyone's norm would be to keep such trinket. Fortunately, he was not "everyone". He went the extra mile to send messages to people in the contact list until someone replied introduced himself as the father of the owner of the phone. Since he has a plane to catch, yours truly was asked to deliver it to the rightful owner.
My place is near where the family is staying. We agreed to meet halfway at a certain mall to return the phone.
I met a very adorable family. Introduced himself as Mr. Collado, along with his wife and two pretty daughters. The phone was a gift from an aunt to one of her daughters. The family went all the way from Mindanao to visit the North, experience the cold nights of Baguio and attend a church annual conference.
I left with a smile on my face and the experience: PRICELESS
And so there are OUR GOOD GUYS.. It's not returning a favor per'se.. It's doing the right thing...
...and the phone lived by it's slogan: Connecting People..
...and the phone lived by it's slogan: Connecting People..
