There was this article on Friday’s the new paper. A U.S.A cabby returned 2 showcases of diamonds even though he was only being paid 30 cents tip for a $10.70 cab fare.
“I’m a hard worker. “The soft-spoken cabby said. “I enjoy my life. I’m satisfied. I’m not going to take someone else’s money or property to make me rich. I don’t want it that way” He also mentioned that taking the diamonds for himself would “darken his soul”
There were a total of 31 diamonds inside, its not just one or two, its 2 freaking whole showcases of it. If I were in his shoes, while earning merely U.S $300 dollars per week, it would resembled striking 1.5million toto jackpot
If it were a few years back while in the teenage years, im sure I’ll keep it for myself and easily bare with a darkened soul, (not that anyone can see them, and being white really ain that enticing), I would feel “it’s like a gift from heaven, I’m finally getting lucky”
But at this age with firm (most of the time I hope) values in place, the feeling of gaining from someone else’s lost isn’t so appealing at all, precisely because I just lost my handphone and all my contacts, I can truly feel it, FEEL IT. Imagine the agony and anguish the person would have to go through, just by messing up his heart was mean enough the money from the diamonds could have been for his sick mother’s medical bills, it could have been for his daughter’s education, it could have been so much more or less.
While looking from the outside, I’m quite sure I would do the right thing. But what matters most is when the situation stares at you right in the eye, when possibilities of getting out of the poverty cycle, jealousy, unfairness of the world all come into place.
Now, I’m not so sure what I would have done.
The irony of clearly knowing whats right and realizing that I might actually be doing the other.
posted by ikaira @ 10:01 AM,
