Two days ago, I was approached by a random chinese guy. I saw him walking towards me from a distance but before I could do anything, he was right in front of me, talking at the speed of light in cantonese,,, why did it have to be cantonese?? I mean I don't understand a word. He looked really sad so that sort of made me decided to ask him to repeat again in mandarin. To cut the story short the guy just came out from being detained and he wanted to go home. I didn't think it was a fraud since he only asked for rm10. When I gave him the money the look on his face ( he looked so happy). It made me wonder whether the amount was sufficient to get him home. Then I brushed off the thought telling myself it was none of my business. I gave the amount he asked for already, so I've done my part. The guy took the money and left. But I found myself still standing there, processing what had just happened. And then a stirring started in my stomach. Before I know it,, I was chasing after the guy, I was really running,, and if you know me I really hate running. Back to the story, so I chased after the guy, caught up with him, and emptied out my purse. I really dunno why I did that, it was really on a whim. But somehow I know it wasn't just a coincidence. :) I really believe it was part of God's plan and I'm really glad I was a part of it. And I know it wasn't by my own strength that I was able to give, it was through His :)
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