Trust

The jeep I rode on my way home was driven by a middle aged man. He looked like he was in his late fifties, and had an interesting air around him. His face had an indescribable smile -- indescribable in the fact that I can't determine if he was smiling or his facial structure was so. I paid my fare, and he gave me my change after rummaging through his improvised money container.

He gave me eleven pesos as change. Jeeps I ride home usually get ten pesos, so I returned the extra peso to the sincere-looking man. But, he refused to accept it, saying that the fare was actually nine pesos.

I liked the old man for his honesty. These days, people like him are rare to find. In a world where so little trust is given, he made me say to myself that our society still has some hope left. Overly melodramatic? Maybe a little. But for me, change will not start from the big people pulling the strings. Change will start in each and every one of us, and hopefully, it is a change for the better.