A priest told this story.
One day in college he and a classmate went to Jollibe. They had just taken a long and difficult exam and they wanted to treat themselves. So they ordered two trays full of food.�
As soon as they sat down on their table in came a young boy and his dad.�The boy was in school uniform, the dad in a pair of old faded jeans and a plain white tee. There was a white face towel hanging from his neck. He was carrying a wooden box. It was obvious that he was a jeepney driver and that he was just on a break from work.
The boy and dad sat beside the two college students. There was a lone burger and just one small glass of softdrink in their food tray. The dad greeted his son, "Happy birthday anak!"�
The two college students' hearts melted instantly. And they ended up sharing their food to the boy and his dad.
My heart melted too upon hearing the story, especially since it reminded me�of a similar personal encounter I had in college.
It happened during an outreach program where I had volunteered as a tutor in a public grade school in Quezon City. It was home visit day, which meant us volunteers chatting with our students' folks.�
In the course of my conversation with the mother of one of my wards, she told me how she encourages her kids to keep studying well. "Lagi kong sinasabi sa kanila mag-aral ng mabuti. At kapag nagka-honor sila, mag-ja-Jollibee kami." (I always tell them to study hard. And if they end the year with honors, we will celebrate in Jollibee.")