29/03/2026
Yesterday, stuck in the midday heat and heavy traffic, I watched this jeepney try to merge three times. Each time, he was ignored. When I finally got close enough to see the driver, I saw more than just a man behind the wheel—I saw exhaustion and the quiet worry of someone wondering if today’s boundary would even cover the rising cost of fuel.
I decided to stop and let him in. But as he pulled in front of me, I saw his mudguard.
My heart skipped a beat. My late Papa, growing up they called him ‘Tata Aldy’ and was the president of our Sto. Niño Chapel. He was a generous entrepreneur who didn’t just build a business; he provided for others and led with a big heart. I’ve always looked up to him, hoping to be even half the person he was.
In that moment, it felt like a quiet 'well done' from above. Thank you, Papa, for the little signs that you’re always watching over us.
It was just a small and simple gesture, but the relief on the jeepney driver’s face was everything. We’re all in a rush to get somewhere, but in a world that’s getting more expensive by the day, it costs exactly zero pesos to be kind. Let’s look out for each other 🤍
