A Vote for the Children

I'd usually avoid looking into their eyes after they place a recycled enveloped on my lap. Sometimes, I wouldn't even touch the envelope as I uncomfortably wait for them to get back for it after putting one on each jeepney passenger's lap. But always, I will not put anything inside. They must also feel shame and discomfort as I would, shame for begging. There are very few jobs that are more shameful than this. [Although their's is an evolved form of mendicancy, marked by a little more push by means of approaching their 'target' instead of waiting for them to pass by and drop a coin. Probably because the latter has lost its effectiveness. And the desperate time requires desperate measures. Truly, in this competitive age, you have to know how to make your 'product' more accessible to people.] Read more