"A bone to the dog is not charity. Charity is the bone shared with the dog, when you are just as hungry as the dog." - Jack London, American author.
The past few days had been chaotic in the small island of Taiwan. Typhoon Morakot brought disaster in an epic proportion never before seen in the island's history- millions in damage in property, thousands left homeless, hundreds of death and still counting.
Thus started the telethons, the charity concerts, the hotline for donations across several media. Big conglomorates donated money by the millions. Celebrities manned phones on fundraising broadcasts. Politicians solicited money and goods from private companies. Companies willingly and happily obliged in the hope to receive some sort of public acknowledgment and publicity. If that is not enough, corporates also ran heartrending advertising campaigns to tell the public "We are here! We care about you!".
Humans are truly strange. They are easily touched by a moment's drama then forgets as quickly. If one really looks hard enough, one can see many human tragedies happening around everyday. There are many opportunities to do good to others, war-torn countries and starving children, but humans choose to turn a blind eye. Until it hits home. And when they finally decided they want to extend a helping hand, they do it with a purpose, a hidden agenda, an ulterior motive.
"I have decided I will make Becker-clones this Christmas and sell them to rich people for charity!" I proclaim to Mr. B. "I will manufacture 10 thousand of them and spread joy to orphans this holiday season!"
"What an honorable act." Mr. B. said dryly.
"Yup! They will be wearing t-shirts with my blog address printed on them!" I said proudly. "What do you think?"
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