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I now see that the terms of 'good people' have switched a little bit (personal opinion). Everything, to become good, becomes more transactional, or there's a kind of 'currency' to achieve such goodness. Especially in this country, where morality still sits at the top of social discourse but is only treated as a cover while decadence is the thing that is actually happening: corruption cases in many levels of government structures, sexual scandal cases in boarding schools, theft and vandalism of public facilities, exortion from local communities or mass organization, and a lot of it. Becoming 'good people' even becomes currency, where you have to pay or give something to get the service or help from them. But fortunately, thank god, there are still some good people out there. I saw it on my way back home from the office weeks ago. Since I know that there are a lot of potholes on my route that left unfixed for long times, so I know where's the safest lane to go through. Sometimes it pissed me off to see that ignored potholes while cursing the government (who is responsible for that) and saying that "someday, someone will get an accident because of it". And speak the devil. Boom! It surely happened right beside me. Someone fell off because of one of the potholes. The victim was a young man who was on his way back home, and yup, he's not local people. He just tried to avoid the traffic jam; that's why he was trying another route.  In a matter of seconds, a few people gathered to help this poor man. Some of them initiatively brought him to the pedestrian, while others checked his motorcycle and all the stuff he had brought. And there was a guy who carefully asked permission to take his smartphone so the man could contact this guy's family members. (One friend of mine got his smartphone stolen when he had an accident)  And there was something that amazed me: suddenly, out of nowhere, a group of people came and gave him proper medical treatment. I thought someone called for a hospital or something, but it was purely a community or special group that helped him. I asked who they were, and they were from the ride-hailing community. They acted so quickly; once they helped to take care of him, they left.  Finally, his family arrived and brought him to the nearest hospital. And there is one, the ride-hailing community taking care of his motorcycle. What a great people out there. And yes, they still exist.
   Always amazed by those who are able to "make time" to visit God in the midst of their busy lives. #respect      source: prompted by myself via midjourney It's already been two days straight since I've been dreaming of building a big new house with my family. First, I quite clearly recalled that I bought land very close to my mom's house to build one bigger than hers. I saw that my late father was sitting there (in the living room; I miss him, btw), having a conversation with my brother and cousins. The house was in the process of being built, and I remember the shape wasn't fully built yet. The roof wasn't completely covered, there wasn't glass on its windows, etc. In the second one, which happened today, the situation was mostly the same. But what made me raise my eyebrows is that Dedy Corbuzier joined in hanging out with my family (totally weird, even though I never thought about this celebrity at all, so how come he could appear in my dream? lol.) This time, the progress was still the same, but the location was different where I saw that the house is built by the (kind of) lake.  source: google image. Dedy Corbuzier = Squidward.
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