In the interest of “sober perspectives” – which again is ironic considering the nature of the word “sober” and my often incoherent rambling – please read this article from The Philippine Daily Inquirer.
You’re a very fortunate kid, and I don’t mean that in the stereotypical and undeserved “rich kids of Xavier School” sense. I mean it in the sense that you had an opportunity many of us – admittedly – never had, and that’s to spend four days being a grocery bagger at SM. I’m pretty sure that years from now, everyone who read your article will hold you accountable for whatever promises you made for blue-collar workers.
Many people have criticized you over the past few days, many people had more than a few things to say to you. And – admittedly – at first I was irked by the lessons you learned in that stint bagging groceries. Perhaps what irked me the most was the innocence of it, or maybe the naïveté of it. I’m old, maybe a bit jaded, had one too many groceries bagged over the years that I tend to forget the importance and value of these people in my life.
I thought about it, and I had a change of heart. Maybe I don’t agree with the entire idea of immersion entirely, or perhaps with the lessons you learned. But I’m glad you learned a lot from immersion, but there’s also that other place we need to be immersed in: life. I don’t claim to hold a monopoly on the right way to view it, or the proper way to see it. But hear me out for a bit, if you will: I’d like to share in your lesson, too.