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I Made A Stranger Cry Hello, read.cash friends. Just wanted to say I have missed you all. Today I am going to tell a story that had happen to me some years ago. Since Valentines' day is just a day to go, maybe this fits.

Some years ago, while walking inside a wet market as we call it here in the Philippines (outdoor market), a stranger called my name in a loud voice and patted softly on my left shoulder. It had me curious so I looked back to see who that person was.

**My Conversation With The Stranger** ***Stranger:*** *"You are Bloghound, right?"* ***Me:*** *"Uhmmm, it's me yes! Did we meet somewhere before?"* I asked in a minimalist sarcastic tone. The stranger started crying and tears began to fall on her face. ***Stranger: "****Bloghound, don't you remember me anymore? I am (Miss A) from the South of the Philippines. You helped me paid my groceries at ( Grocery A) before. That was before Holy week. The line at the cashier area was long and you were behind me. I wanted to go home at that time, but for some reason, I had no cash and I only had a check which I got from an NGO claiming some money for my mother. Unfortunately, no one helped me when I asked the people at the grocery if I could exchange my check to them and they will pay my groceries, no one lend a hand. Even the staff and crew just looked at me and said nothing. When I asked you if you could helped me, you asked for my name and where I am from and why I did not have money. Everybody was staring at us and people thought I was a scammer. You did not hesitate. You took the check and paid my groceries. You even gave me an extra money for fare. How could you forget that?"*

Honestly, I could not recognize her face anymore. Maybe she has changed a lot. She was dirty and skinny when I saw her at the grocery store. Setting my throat and trying to show some smile. ***Me:*** *"Oh! (Miss A)! Gosh, you have changed. How are you?"* I asked and we started chatting at the market and I asked her to come with me have a coffee talk somewhere close.

As the conversation faded, I had to say goodbye with tears on my face and turned away to leave. When I got back home, I sat into my couch, I thanked God for all the blessings He has showered on me so I could share it unto others. Nothing is more gratifying than being remembered for making a change in people's lives. Everyone lives. Everyone dies. While you have time on earth, spend it more with kindness. That legacy will live forever. I am not sharing this for praise nor recognition, but just to let everyone know that kindness goes a long way.

How would you want want to be remembered? Good afternoon once again and I wish you all a pleasant Sunday wherever you maybe. One love, @Bloghound `You can also find me here:` noise. cash https://noise.cash/u/wickedsoul Hive https://hive.blog/@bloghound Appics https://web.appics.com/s/p/appics-v1-appics-im-9736-B97deE7FCf?fbclid=IwAR0pnYG_Iy9iB3ee6q2BxenkYyOVQC9NwGAkTvYySijDSWnMTz13aXLfITk `#Bloghound #Bloghoundism and I am a member of #ClubBrokeBch` January 13, 2022 03: 10 pm In between the farm and the beach Philippines `(The photo is my own and taken by me unless stated otherwise)` Copyright @Bloghound 2022. All Rights Reserved. https://read.cash/@Bloghound/no-price-tag-85d0926d#copyright-at-bloghound-2021-all-rights-reserved `To my wonderful and amazing daily readers and my generous sponsors (old and new - Thank you very much from the bottom of my heart)`

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