Some people may never care what happen to your life; recently, however, at the age of 42 I met someone who did.
It was drizzling that day when I went to a public library to use the free Internet access. I had been doing this, everyday, for about three months now. Before I could use the computer, I had to register first; after which the attendant would issue a card number of the computer I am going to use. There were student-trainees every now and then, but all of them didn't bother me at all at what I should have to write on the form. That day, however, was too different. Behind the desk, I saw a new face -- a young boy. Holding my card number, he seemed to be waiting when I would finish writing before handing it to me; so, I bent and was about to write. By now, he was already beside me, helping me in filling up the form. Pointing to a specific spot, he told me, "this is for your name. " After I had done writing my name, I was about to check the column for college when he interrupted me by saying, "No, that is not for you; this one, 'professional,' with his index finger pointing at it. No, that's not for me, I said. I'll better check this one, bringing my hand, which was holding the pen, once again to the column for college. Shocked to what I was doing, he looked intently at my face in utter disbelief; then he blurted out, "Are you still a college?"
It was drizzling that day when I went to a public library to use the free Internet access. I had been doing this, everyday, for about three months now. Before I could use the computer, I had to register first; after which the attendant would issue a card number of the computer I am going to use. There were student-trainees every now and then, but all of them didn't bother me at all at what I should have to write on the form. That day, however, was too different. Behind the desk, I saw a new face -- a young boy. Holding my card number, he seemed to be waiting when I would finish writing before handing it to me; so, I bent and was about to write. By now, he was already beside me, helping me in filling up the form. Pointing to a specific spot, he told me, "this is for your name. " After I had done writing my name, I was about to check the column for college when he interrupted me by saying, "No, that is not for you; this one, 'professional,' with his index finger pointing at it. No, that's not for me, I said. I'll better check this one, bringing my hand, which was holding the pen, once again to the column for college. Shocked to what I was doing, he looked intently at my face in utter disbelief; then he blurted out, "Are you still a college?"
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