What would you do if you find a pouch filled with money in different denominations that’s worth P1.2 million? It may make you think twice about returning it right? But not Mary Jennifer Doroga, the janitress at the Ninoy Aquino International Airport (NAIA).
What fist came to her mind was worry for the owner who left the pouch. She didn’t even count the money when she saw it and proceeded to the lost and found section of NAIA. According to her, she didn’t think about keeping it because she believed it wouldn’t be a good karma. It somehow made me wonder if she’s for real. I hope she is because I really admire her honesty.
No one has claimed the money yet. I read an article saying that if no one will ever claim it, it will be owned by the government. I wish they will somehow give something back to Mary Jennifer although she doesn’t ask anything in return for her simple act of kindness. But she gained the admiration not only of her co-employees and her bosses at the airport but everyone who reads her story of honesty and integrity.
There are 2 babies I’m so excited to see on my homecoming! My younger brother’s son who’s now getting bigger and naughtier – Brandon and the always-smiling-cute Xyle who is Lainy and her family’s Morning Dew.
I can’t wait to see both of them soon! I won’t be able to give them a disney world vacation yet but I can buy them some gifts that they will definitely love! Disney world? Uhm.. Maybe (just maybe..) when they get a little bigger. LOL!
When I was small, and Christmas trees were tall,
we used to love while others used to play.
Don’t ask me why, but time has passed us by,
some one else moved in from far away.
Now we are tall, and Christmas trees are small,
and you don’t ask the time of day.
But you and I, our love will never die,
but guess we’ll cry come first of May.
The apple tree that grew for you and me,
I watched the apples falling one by one.
And I recall the moment of them all,
the day I kissed your cheek and you were gone.
Now we are tall, and Christmas trees are small,
and you don’t ask the time of day.
But you and I, our love will never die,
but guess we’ll cry come first of May.
When I was small, and Christmas trees were tall,
do do do do do do do do do…
Don’t ask me why, but time has passed us by,
some one else moved in from far away.
WOOHOO!!!
Note: This post was authored by Windy on April 17, 2011 at the defunct Windmill of my Mind.
One of the happiest moments in my blogging journey was when I was able to put faces into the names of some bloggers I look up to. It was very memorable when I have finally met in the flesh my Malaysian blogpal, Windy, The Man. Never in my wildest dreams have I ever imagined that one day, I could get to meet in person the very brilliant and outspoken Windy.
Though I sill haven’t published the continuation of my Singapore Adventure last year, I find it apt to mention that the journey was made meaningful and colorful because Windy took time to see me despite his rather busy schedule.
Windy and I in JB, Malaysia
After he succumbed to heart attack in January of 2011 and Miraculously Lived to Tell His Story, I was very happy to see him in tip top shape. Though the time was very limited, it was more than enough to see that Windy is still the same Windy that I knew virtually- amusing, brilliant, generous, gentle and so much more!
I got very lucky that I have my brothers whom I can rely on especially when I needed their manly strength. With my recent move, I have heavily relied on Mark. He has been there all the way- from the selection of stuff I need in the house, carrying of items upstairs and the installation of this and that. He would always take time to help me out.
I have often blogged that I hated riding a motorbike but most times I am left with no choice but request my brothers to fetch me from work or from my new home. I just wanted to get everything done smooth and quick. Sometimes, Mark would complain that the motorbike’s bearings are having problems. I told him not to fret because I can always replace it with a new one.
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