one more soul touched

I've had this habit for the past 2 weeks of buying a dozen munchkins (Dunkin' Donuts donut hole product, for you who just woke up from a thousand-year sleep) from the TAFT MRT station for the beginning of my shift. I was in an emotional roller-coaster the past few weeks, so I was trying to keep other things steady and constant, even if they were just munchkins.

Things are better this week, and since it was payday, I wanted to do something nice for my team, so I decided to buy a dozen Dunkin Donuts for them. Right when I was buying at the busy kiosk from my suki (Filipino consumer-vendor relationship, I think Kevin posted about this term here) , a little street boy, not even 4 years old in my opinion, tugged at my pants and with the best smile in the world at that time gleefully said "Penge!" (Can I have one?)

At any other time, I would've just turned the other way. At this particular time though, even when I thought I was surely running late, I was forced to think about the situation. I was going to spend Php120 for my teammates, all of whom got paid today and would surely be able to buy themselves P10 donuts if they wanted to. Here was a boy who was asking for a donut, maybe not even hoping for a whole donut, but just with the hope of tasting what he normally wouldn't be able to have on any other day. It's kinda hard to realize that the amount needed for his happiness at that point was merely an afterthought for me -- what's P10 pesos nowadays, anyways? That's how much a donut cost, and that's how much it would cost me to bring at least, a happiness that is so hard to come by for this kid.

I wasn't going to think about it more, but neither was I willing to let the opportunity pass me by. I looked at the choices, gestured to the kid and pointed at the candy-sprinkled one. He nodded vigorously. "Ate, padagdag naman ng isa nun." (Could you please add one of those?) My suki smiled, nodded, got one of the donuts and put it in one of their gaudy single-donut plastics.

I handed it over to him, his eyes showing the "wow! one whole donut?!? for me?!?" in his mind. No other words were said. He didn't even notice me go. I watched him as I boarded the jeepney to MOA -- he was licking the chocolate that stuck on the plastic first, before going on to the main treat. Nothing else mattered to him. Wow. Choco-Candy Sprinkle -- stuff of hope and dreams.

It's shameful to think now, keeping in mind how little I spent for the impression left with this kid (good things -- very out-of-the-ordinary for this world we live in -- still happen), that at any other day, I wouldn't have given him a second thought, much less give. What was this one about? The sincerity in the boy's eyes? The cute-and-cuddly Christmas feeling that's creeping up on me these days?

No, I think this is evidence enough that with the promised Counsellor in me, I have that distinct power to do something different for this world. Call it extraordinary, call it radical, call it against-the-flow -- but this is what we have - the Power living in us to be different.

I don't have any guilty feelings about feeling good. I know that was not about me helping the child. It was one more soul touched by my Savior's Spirit - mine.