KEY CHAIN FOR $2
I decided to walk a little on the Luiltan Street. It was nearly 12 am on a Friday night. The street of Luiltan was quite dark yet peaceful and secure. Earlier in that morning, my team and I just elaborated a business project with a Japanese motor company that will enhance the life of Luiltan 's citizen. The odds weren 't against us this time. A decision to accept the project was the best thing we have ever done. I could only imagine how the change was coming for the better in our beloved and presumptuous city. I left the office late, and the day was fruitful and busy, yet I needed to get along with myself. I needed a little soul searching, hitting the street …show more content…
I got a lot of memory coming back walking this road. I saw this city taking shape. As beautiful and well-structured as it is, my memory concerning this town is not just sunshine and rainbows. Nevertheless, this night was one of those good ones, quiet and aerated; I couldn 't miss a good walk. The wind was passing by; I could feel that it was about to rain. Fortunately, I got my jacket with me. There was nearly nobody on the road. It was a soundless Street, where only the wind was at the rendezvous. There, right there in the corner of the street, a little girl was laying on this "public street chair". She was poorly clothed. From her height, she looked about 8 to 10-year-old. I guessed that she was the kind of child who run away from something or who as no home. That 's new! It was the first time to see a homeless in Luiltan. Heading toward her, I was asking myself a bunch of questions; how has she done to make it away from the police who always investigate on these streets? Maybe the …show more content…
Hey… girl, what are you doing laying there alone in the cold? It 's about to rain"!
-she woke up and smile at me,
HER: "Hi sir, would you like to buy some key chains? My name is Maya by the way".
She was a beautiful little girl. She looks a little Asian or maybe like a South American girl; I couldn 't tell in the dark.
ME: "Hey, I 'm Jack… sure why not? They look cool. How much do they cost"?
You can tell that these key chains were hand-made by a child, poorly done, but authentic and a little bit traditional. I directly liked it. However, one idea came to my mind. Maybe Maya was the kind of child who run from a child abuse company. Yeah! It looks like in the movies. A big boss, the owner of a key chain 's business, forces children to make key chains. The kind of place where, Maya and her friends didn 't have anything to eat, but was compelled to work without any paycheck. I got a sudden empathy that rose in me.
ME: "How much? Your price is mine"…
Again with a huge smile coming from her face, "It 's only 2 dollars, Mister Jack."
"Sure, sure wait a minute," I said taking out my wallet.
"Snap!", I exclaimed when I realized that I got nothing in my wallet. There in front of me there was a little child who needed me, and I failed to be her
I decided to walk a little on the Luiltan Street. It was nearly 12 am on a Friday night. The street of Luiltan was quite dark yet peaceful and secure. Earlier in that morning, my team and I just elaborated a business project with a Japanese motor company that will enhance the life of Luiltan 's citizen. The odds weren 't against us this time. A decision to accept the project was the best thing we have ever done. I could only imagine how the change was coming for the better in our beloved and presumptuous city. I left the office late, and the day was fruitful and busy, yet I needed to get along with myself. I needed a little soul searching, hitting the street …show more content…
I got a lot of memory coming back walking this road. I saw this city taking shape. As beautiful and well-structured as it is, my memory concerning this town is not just sunshine and rainbows. Nevertheless, this night was one of those good ones, quiet and aerated; I couldn 't miss a good walk. The wind was passing by; I could feel that it was about to rain. Fortunately, I got my jacket with me. There was nearly nobody on the road. It was a soundless Street, where only the wind was at the rendezvous. There, right there in the corner of the street, a little girl was laying on this "public street chair". She was poorly clothed. From her height, she looked about 8 to 10-year-old. I guessed that she was the kind of child who run away from something or who as no home. That 's new! It was the first time to see a homeless in Luiltan. Heading toward her, I was asking myself a bunch of questions; how has she done to make it away from the police who always investigate on these streets? Maybe the …show more content…
Hey… girl, what are you doing laying there alone in the cold? It 's about to rain"!
-she woke up and smile at me,
HER: "Hi sir, would you like to buy some key chains? My name is Maya by the way".
She was a beautiful little girl. She looks a little Asian or maybe like a South American girl; I couldn 't tell in the dark.
ME: "Hey, I 'm Jack… sure why not? They look cool. How much do they cost"?
You can tell that these key chains were hand-made by a child, poorly done, but authentic and a little bit traditional. I directly liked it. However, one idea came to my mind. Maybe Maya was the kind of child who run from a child abuse company. Yeah! It looks like in the movies. A big boss, the owner of a key chain 's business, forces children to make key chains. The kind of place where, Maya and her friends didn 't have anything to eat, but was compelled to work without any paycheck. I got a sudden empathy that rose in me.
ME: "How much? Your price is mine"…
Again with a huge smile coming from her face, "It 's only 2 dollars, Mister Jack."
"Sure, sure wait a minute," I said taking out my wallet.
"Snap!", I exclaimed when I realized that I got nothing in my wallet. There in front of me there was a little child who needed me, and I failed to be her