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Days ago, the driver of the van (Pasig-Quiapo) I been riding did not give the change (sukli) that rightfully belongs to me and I totally forgot about it until I left the vehicle. While walking, I remembered about the change. Oh that bitch... I immediately whispered a silent prayer that this driver suffered an accident and worst stumbled upon the biggest structure. Wrong prayer! While walking, I was bumped by this wide-bodied man along Ortigas Avenue and minutes after that I stumbled upon the smallest stone and almost suffered head contusions. Whew...
Moral of the story: Always pray for the good of others.
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At the office, I learned a very important lesson from the story shared by my colleague...
BOY: When do we pray?
OLD MAN: Pray as if it is your last day in this world.
BOY: How do you know it is your last day?
OLD MAN: No one knows.
Moral of the story: Always pray.