A packet of tissue
Tuesday, April 28, 2015; 4:48 PM | 0 Comments

I remember when I was younger, the guys who brought a packet of tissue with them always had a little extra points. Especially when I hadn't had the habit of bringing my own packet of tissue. And also especially when I'm quite needy at times, with tears and the tiny ocd streak in me. 

I've grown up, and yes age teaches you to bring important necessities around, and most of the time I would have a packet of tissue somewhere in my bag. (Though I swear by wet tissues, other than days I have a runny nose (those aren't any help)) 

Anyway, why the talk on tissue. I was at the lrt platform and there were two adorable kids (probably a 4 year old and a 2.5 year old) enjoying their packet of pocky sticks. I overheard the help telling them, "aiyo, your hands so dirty and I never bring tissue", so you know what I did next, I whipped my packet of tissue out of my bag and offered them both a piece each. And that smile that came from them, the kids and the help alike, just lifted my spirits (: 

And those precious smiles came from a simple simple gesture of kindness (which really had cost me nothing), and in return I received something so priceless. 

You know, I believe God sends Angels every once in awhile, and today I think I met mine. Their smiles made me realize that anyone with a genuine heart can touch hearts, and it encouraged me that in the same way when I meet with the people in China, all I need is a genuine heart. And with that genuine spirit, hearts can be touched, and the best of all? I know in return, what I receive will be priceless. (: