Friday, August 20, 2004
security of security
yesterday, as i was leaving the office, two of our security personnel who just finished their shift asked if they could hitch a ride up to a certain bus stop. and since they were headed my way, i gladly obliged.
i wonder, actually why it is that security guards from where i work seem to find me as the hitch car of choice. i mentioned to my partner that maybe it's because i look gullible, but she said, 'the way you hold your chin up? i seriously doubt.'
i won't really argue that point. and, frankly, i'm really not too concerned on why it is. but i'm grateful. i am reminded again that there are people who live a lot simpler life than i do, and can still hardly complain. nevermind that they don't ride or work in climate-controlled environments. they work at the oddest of hours, compete with ten of thousands of others for the same job (and us college grads think we have it tough)- and that's just with their work.
and i believe that most of them aren't of the 'silent suffering' type, either- it's just the indefatigable spirit in them, that there is always something to look forward to, something to laugh at, and something to share with others, that, at times, make me feel a bit selfish whenever i myself think that i haven't been cut enough slack.
and this spirit just sometimes transcends through them. the guards where i used to work always greeted me with extra kindness, and, where i work now, the guards try to find precious parking space for me, because they feel they need to give something in return. and though i am indeed grateful, it doesn't really matter, either. for having heard their stories, laugh with their jokes, and knowing the hope and perseverance that flows through them, it is enough that they teach me and remind on how to live life. so when they ask me if they can hitch a ride, it's a no-brainer, because i have been asked to serve as their transport and be in their presence.
and i am deeply honored.
yesterday, as i was leaving the office, two of our security personnel who just finished their shift asked if they could hitch a ride up to a certain bus stop. and since they were headed my way, i gladly obliged.
i wonder, actually why it is that security guards from where i work seem to find me as the hitch car of choice. i mentioned to my partner that maybe it's because i look gullible, but she said, 'the way you hold your chin up? i seriously doubt.'
i won't really argue that point. and, frankly, i'm really not too concerned on why it is. but i'm grateful. i am reminded again that there are people who live a lot simpler life than i do, and can still hardly complain. nevermind that they don't ride or work in climate-controlled environments. they work at the oddest of hours, compete with ten of thousands of others for the same job (and us college grads think we have it tough)- and that's just with their work.
and i believe that most of them aren't of the 'silent suffering' type, either- it's just the indefatigable spirit in them, that there is always something to look forward to, something to laugh at, and something to share with others, that, at times, make me feel a bit selfish whenever i myself think that i haven't been cut enough slack.
and this spirit just sometimes transcends through them. the guards where i used to work always greeted me with extra kindness, and, where i work now, the guards try to find precious parking space for me, because they feel they need to give something in return. and though i am indeed grateful, it doesn't really matter, either. for having heard their stories, laugh with their jokes, and knowing the hope and perseverance that flows through them, it is enough that they teach me and remind on how to live life. so when they ask me if they can hitch a ride, it's a no-brainer, because i have been asked to serve as their transport and be in their presence.
and i am deeply honored.
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