Like the usual scenarios of commuting to school, I spend money for two rides. But yesterday, by second ride, I never regretted why I spent my cash for that rusty jeepney. It’s because, it has something to do with a new lesson I’ve learned, but this time, it came from a backstabber. Here’s the story:
Just when I stepped right inside the jeepney I was mentioning, a woman at about 20 years of age immediately caught my attention. She had a young child sitting on her lap perhaps her son, and it’s as if the child wasn’t comfortable at all since I’d notice his feet were crossed beyond the other passenger’s legs. Without a single sign of care for this lady’s youngster, she’d even gladly continue her texting. And there was even a chance when her child’s head was almost half out the window, "Oh my God! What if a speeding truck slides right our ride’s side, I’d definitely stain my white polo with blood!" I thought, why the heck should she rather spend her valuable time for her cell phone than her son? Anyway, this was not the real lesson though. What really made me feel again that rage was when this lady stepped out the jeepney when she asked the driver to put her down on one corner. It took about 30 seconds before she was completely out the vehicle. I had to make a complement, but I chose to keep it just inside my mind. After she’s gone out and the jeepney’s starting to move once again: loud whispers, murmurs, negative reactions and a lot more forms of backstabbing were already initiated absolutely on the same environment we were in. Of course, I’m not the type who’d suddenly butt in on their affairs. All that was in my mind was the thought, "here goes gossip!"
I don’t know, but every time I hear a single word of a gossip, I feel like looking for a baseball bat and slam it right away to that person doing it. I just can’t understand why the heck they have to do this. If they just had the guts to scold that young mom who went down seconds past, she could have learned a valuable lesson. Probably, with what just wasn’t able to happen, the next time I’d meet that woman again, I’d still see her texting while her child’s sitting on her thighs. I’d still have those with me the tremble when I almost felt like the child’s going to die. And of course, I’d still hear the noise annoyingly in execution by those blabbermouths.
All they did was watch her doing as she wished. She could have been reprimanded by the elders, well in fact, most of the passengers inside the jeepney were estimatedly above 30 years old. This is about enough age to be considered as trustable source for values education. But for me, they’ll never be able to get their reputations back. I can no longer trust someone who just killed but still amazingly lectures other people not to do so. Their credibility’s are already too far down from my standards. And what do you know, later, the elders got into a much more serious discussion. They were already talking about this generation’s youth, on how the attitude and values of the youth were (don’t mind how I was able to listen from their discussion, they were actually talking aloud). Shame! I hope the elderly would hear from me. There are things that they are always blaming to the kids. Well in fact, all who are to blame are them. Why? Because the rate how we, the youth, are exposed to evil, greatly depends on their care and means of discipline!
