I used to see Gerard as a gasoline boy in gas station near my place. He was one of the most generous staff who always help me with my car. Although, I don't know him personally, I know that he came from a middle class family. He needs to work as a part timer in the
gasoline station while studying. Everytime, I see him, I always remember what I have gone through.
After the conference that I attended in Germany, I was back in town to finish the remaining paperworks in the office. On my way there, I stopped at the gasoline station and filled in the tank. I was expecting Gerard to assist me but he's not. I asked the other gasoline boy but he cannot provide me the answer. One year had passed, I had a phone call from an insurance agent. He wants to set up an appointment with me.
During the meeting, I was shocked to see that the agent was Gerard. He was wearing a coat with a tie holding an brief case. He greeted me and he smiled. He told me that he applied for this job to help his family. He told me that he was so sorry because he wasn't able to inform me of his resignation. Before the meeting ends, he said that he's very thankful because I've been generous to him. Later after our conversation, he waived at me before riding his
new Porsche Cayman.
