Giving some of your time and money to people who need it will serve you good.

You know those people who station at mrt stations carrying tin donation cans?
Sometimes during peak donation periods there'll be
at least 2 different organisations raising funds at the same place.
I hate it when they appear at pasir ris mrt station.
The route home would be like an obstacle course.

The moment I exit the mrt I would map out my escape route
so as to avoid volunteers from pushing their tin cans into my nose.
Trust me, it was tedious to peek at them sideways and at the same time,
pretend they're invisible, and most importantly, avoid eye-contact, at all costs.
If you looked at them for more than a split second
it'll lead to the misunderstanding that you wanted to donate.
Following is awkwardness when you push their tin cans away from your nose.

The reason why I was so averse to these fund raisers was because
I heard about them earning commissions and I knew that the students
didn't give a shit to who they were helping.

And of course, the biggest reason was that I was miserly.

Oh no I was miserly.

I didn't like knowing that at all.

So I started learning to prepare my ten cent coins when the tin cans approached.
The first time I was a little embarrassed to be donating so little, trying hard to shield the coin from the volunteer's line of vision when I inserted the coin.
I realised that they don't mind the amount you donated.
That's nice.

Yeah so I started donating money.
My most generous offer's one dollar.
It feels wonderful too. To be of help to anyone.

Although I don't have that much to offer,
call me if you need help with maths, I'll donate my time to you.

♥Bid Farewell