The rain was pouring horredously like millions and millions of icicles darting to pierce the ground, only to melt into the charcoal-coloured earth the moment it makes contact. I was driving...in fact crawling due to the low visibility. But then it didn't blurred my vision of a figure sitting at the back of the lorry in front of me, totally drenched, and perhaps shivering as the rain continued its attack on his body endlessly. He looked foreign, perhaps from PRC and I thought he was somewhat embarrassed, with only a tattered and torn umbrella as his only defence (what a useless defence) against the harsh rainfall.
I was thinking aloud, how poor he looked and how inconsiderate the driver was. I stepped on the accelerator a little harder, wanted to catch up with the lorry. On the front, besides the driver, was another adult with a kid in the middle. The poor man could have been given a seat in front, while the kid could most probably be seated on the lap on the other adult and viola, no one will get wet. That poor man could have contracted pnuemonia in such a violent weather. But does anyone cares?
As much as I might dislike the idea of seeing foreign workers loitering at my void deck, drinking the night away but apart from that, I can't help but feeling compassionate towards them. Having to leave their hometowns, to leave behind their families and loved ones, to leave behind all that familiarity, and into a land so foreign and perhaps even strange to some, to work hard for their futures so that they may have better lives.
I feel so blessed that I am not in any of this situation and especially in these diffult times, with the dark blooming financial crisis and what-not, I just prayed that their employers could just be a little more considerate and also to treat them like fellow-beings. We are all GOD's creations and nobody should be treated any lesser nor any superior than the other.