We often hear, “Money can’t buy love,” but sometimes I beg to disagree and fictionally, somebody agrees with me. There’s this book entitled “Miss Menace”, a story of a wealthy socialite who wanted to be a public teacher. First, her goal is just to prove something to her former boyfriend that she can do a very serious task and differently from the things she used to do like hosting a social party, organizing social events, leading a social project and everything social. (Like I said she’s a socialite.) Then as she goes on, she realized that she was doing her best not just to prove herself anymore but because of her genuine love for her students especially those neglected ones. She put a club (sort of a glee club) where students without friends can find friends but during their first meeting, only three people came. One of her co-teachers suggested that if she wanted more members, bribe the kids. And she did, promised the prospect members some stuff if they will join in the club and the students did join but in the process, the students continued to become active members of the club not just because there might be giveaways but because they now have their bunch of friends. The teacher could not help but say, “My money and I are making a difference.”
Personally, I can attest to this as a teacher, I am not rich but if I have money I love to buy stuff that I can give to my students as rewards when they perform very well. I don’t care if I lose money buying materials and gifts to be able to have a good party with my students that will make them happy. It is just for me, our moments together would not be that colourful if I did not buy some face-painting tools, would not taste the sweetness of winning a game if I did not buy prizes to be given away and would not feel that valued If I did not exert my effort and my budget to give them a thing that will make them glad. I am not saying that it should always be this way but for me, this is what I called generosity and to tell you the smiles, the laughs and the thanks from my students are enough for me to say, “We’re now even kids!”
As a person, I also experienced this scenario but this time, I was the receiver. It was Christmas time, the time of giving. I think I am old enough to receive gifts from my beloved ones even cash. It is not because I am shy but because I believe that during that time I already know that my father is my Santa Claus. But one of my uncle insisted that I accept his one hundred peso bill and I refused hard. I cried something like “No, I am a grown-up now,” but still he said “I know it is not a big amount but I think enough to buy something that will make you smile even for a while.” For me, I was like this man who has ten kids to support is giving me his hundred pesos because he wanted me to be happy even for a while. He said that it is a small amount for me but if you have a big family, a hundred pesos is already a big amount to be added in the family’s budget but instead of doing that he was giving me a part of their belongings. Yes, a hundred peso bill might not be that huge to buy the things I really like (actually it is the least amount I received daily when I was in college as my allowance) but during those moments, a hundred pesos seemed to be a million to me because I was able to buy something that I cannot buy in any boutique, any shop or any store, it is the love of each and every member of my family for me. And now I can say that a person true wealth is his family.
“I don't care how poor a man is; if he has family, he's rich. ~Dan Wilcox and Thad Mumford, Identity Crisis"
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