Arguably, one of the most important gifts man can receive in his lifetime is the gift of trust. Implies depth and assurance of feeling that is often based on inconclusive evidence, as the dictionary defines it, I have given it away one too many times at my own risk. And almost always, I end up being surrounded by traitors and chameleons in a race of abuse.
             Meet Luis. He was a regular customer in the shop. And because of my adept skill in handling any kind of person, I instantly became friends with him. As the days have gone, he has opened his problem of his need for education. He didn't have any money, or a relative to send him to school. And so I told him, "Look for a job, bro. In a fastfood or something. I tried it and I didn't have any regrets."
             The journey of the clockwork's hands turned the days into weeks until finally, Luis had told me of his application to a job at a mall. I was happy for him. But he said he needed cash in order to pay for his uniforms.
             I am not a generous friend. In fact, the only time I pull out my bills for all to see is when I pay my fare at the passenger jeep or when I shell out the humongous fees in school. But the problem with me is when I easily feel pity for others. I was also in the same situation as Luis's back then, when I wanted to support myself because my parents were demanding me to be someone I was not, and my solution was to look for a job so I could provide for myself without getting their help. I actually didn't have anyone to turn to except for my mom who understood me better than anyone else at that time. She lent me money for the processing of my documents. In Luis's case, his parents didn't have decent jobs. In our previous conversations, he mentioned being the only child of his parents, and that his elders didn't support any of his plans to look for a job and to finally school himself. So I calculated the money in my wallet and I asked God, "Should I lend my f...