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people do give
Hauled myself out of bed yesterday even though the morning was lovely; dreary and rainy, the sound of rain quietly pattering against the windows. Trudged through the rain to get to god forsaken Ang Mo Kio (anything on the red line beyond Newton is considered ulu) and started raising funds in the rain. Who would donate, you ask. So I strategically plonked myself at the traffic lights next to Koi, and since you have to wait for the traffic lights to turn colour, it presented me with a perfect opportunity to accost all those pedestrians waiting at the lights. Sometimes it's quite interesting, people would go out of the way and step into the rain just so as to avoid me and my can. Please, I don't have chickenpox for goodness sake.
Yet clanging the can and seeing how people from all walks of life generously donate, I am touched. Some of them just come right up to me and plonk coins into the can. Some empty their wallet of its coins. One kind lady heard about the cause and donated $10, something I hadn't expected from the heartlands. Somewhere deep down inside, Singaporeans care, very much. I'm thankful for that.
I like standing by the sidewalk shaking my can, trying my best to collect donations, because I feel like I'm actually doing something for the cause, rather than trying to knock on countless closed doors, sending in proposal after proposal and ending up with naught.