Crumbs of Society: A Hunchback and His Pushcart

(Photo not mine)

You know the countless heartbreaking images you see about starving street children, old people who are left dying in wherever, and bloodbaths in war infested places? Well, the experience I had last night didn’t come close to all of those, but the heartbreaking feeling was as surreal as when I see any of the situations mentioned above. It was about eight hundred thirty hours in the evening when me and my boyfriend saw him. 

We crossed the intersection from Mcdonalds And Xavier University. He was there- an eighty year old something man, back severely hunched, pushing what seemed to be a cart full of local streetfood he sells. He slowly passed by us, painstakingly pushing his load with every bit of strength he could muster. My heart was literally crushed, even Edmund’s. The scene that took place made us look over our shoulders again and again as the old man went farther away from us. 

We decided to buy three pieces of balut (chicks that are supposedly about to develop but are half-cooked instead) from him. I ran to him before he turned to a curb and stopped to ask how much it costs. He replied in a very low voice I had to stoop down a bit. He opened a cellophane and slowly took out three eggs. While he was at it, my tears just fell down like a waterfall. I had to hold them in before he saw my face. We gave him a hundred bucks and didn’t ask for the change. 

I thought to myself, these old people shouldn’t work anymore. Where were their family? Their sons or daughters? Why do they have to leave their fathers and mothers like this? They should be in their homes right now, relaxed, feet up on the couch and watching TV. 

I wish to be able to help people like them in the future. I seriously don’t want my parents to end up like that – no family nor friends – it’s unbearable I can’t even begin to imagine. I hope young ones shouldn’t make fun of those people – they who are often called “the crumbs of society”. 

If you guys know any of his relatives, please contact them and tell them to take him in.

My chest still hurts while I’m writing this. I have to end now before I well up again.

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