The DoorDasher’s Story

One day, my son was telling me how he does delivery of orders on DoorDash in our community. I asked him how much does he make and he said that he gets more from the tips from customers. I told him that if it’s not worth it, he might as well look for another job to cover the gas as well as the wear and tear of the car he uses for delivering orders. Well, couple days later, he mentioned that one of the car’s tire got punctured. We brought the car to the tire shop and ended up getting all 4 tires replaced. To keep him busy this summer, I allowed him to continue ”DoorDashing”. One night he came home laughing and quite jubilant. I wasn’t sure why, but the first thing that came to my mind was that, he might have made more than what he expected, but no! He told me how he delivered an order to this owner of a humongous house and tipped him with unexpected amount. I told him that it’s okay and that’s part of the job. Actually, I heard myself telling him that he should understand that there are many kinds of people. That some people (but not all),  are compassionate, because they know exactly how it feels doing such job. There are some, and again not all, who don’t care, because they have not experienced difficulties in life.

The other day , we were driving by a community just a mile away from the shopping center and restaurants. At a side glance, I could tell that my son was smiling and I asked him, why? He said, “ Do you know that I make a lot of deliveries here?” I said, “Isn’t that good and don’t you like that because you save more gas?” He answered, “ yeah, I do!” Then out of nowhere, I made a statement that there are people who are just so kind and they want to help people who deserve it. It might be that some of the customers can just drive and eat at the restaurants, but out of compassion, they had rather share their blessings to someone like you, so be thankful and at the same time, careful too!

Anyways, he made enough to pay his school parking fee and couple of books he needs this coming fall semester. What is more important is that, he is starting to learn from just another road to life.

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Mystical Sound

Each moment as we step,

Walk or climb the road to life,

Know your purpose.

Pay attention to everything,

To what you see, what you feel,

To what you smell and what you hear.

Isn’t it amazing to know that silence is one mystical sound that teaches us lessons in life?

Only when we listen…..

Wonderful Edifice

Magnificent is the edifice,

How stunning and aesthetic!

Rising upright like a king,

Amidst countless buildings.

Multitudes from all over the world,

Pilgrims of numerous sect,

People of different colors,

They all come to witness

Some great towers or an edifice.

Marvelous and wonderful,

Humongous and gigantic!

Precious and exorbitantly built,

Inside, so intricate!

Not that I have gone

To Paris, to London or to Rome

Where magnificent towers,

Palaces or cathedrals stand.

I wonder how it feels

Up close a famous palace,

Tower, cathedral or great edifice,

But I am more amazed

By the imagination and intellect

Of humans who built these.

Unbelievable so it seems

That carpenters and builders

Who’s sweat and blood dripped,

And foremost have lost their lives,

Have long been forgotten

And worse, unbeknownst to one.

Verily, when I get the chance

To visit an edifice known to everyone,

That it is greater to remember

The great souls of those

Who built the famous structure.

My Deed of the Day

One day after having visited the Mission of San Juan Capistrano, we drove down I-5 south, took highway 76 then took I-15 then 215 north going back home. It was quite exhausting, considering the heavy traffic in the afternoon. As we got near the house at about half past 7 in the evening, I felt a longing to walk around the park in our community. I stopped the car and told my son to just continue the drive home. As I was walking along the path around the lake, something was telling me to walk back when I was just halfway through around the lake. Not ignoring the voice, I turned around and saw this old man driving his golf car and few seconds later, his car tipped off and this poor old man fell on the ground. That sent me to sprint to help him get up. Thank goodness, he was not badly hurt, and thankfully too, an old couple came to the rescue.

With that encounter, I realized that sometimes we have to listen to our inner voice to fulfill what we are bound to do. That was my deed of that day, I believe!

No picture was taken, but a poem is written:

After a long and tiring drive,

Down the freeways and

Highways past five,

It was good to be home,

Safe and sound all day long.

Along the road near dark,

An inner voice told me to park.

I turned off the engine,

Then down I walked around the park.

Halfway along the serpentine path,

A voice told me to go back.

I turned around and walked back,

And saw an old man fell from his golf cart.

I ran as fast as as I could,

To help this old man from the hood.

Thankfully he stood, with the help of

An Old couple with hearts of gold!

Fleeting Hues

The enchanting beauty that fleets day by day,

The bright, calm and the dim hues fade away.

The beautiful diaphanous drapes laid far up above,

The ethereal spectrum that thine eyes love!