How to define a person

By Gil delos Santos

I used to define a person by looking at their "deeds".

Today, I find this traditional method as manipulated truth.

I know public servants who try to show good "deeds" in the name of duty as obligation rather than of a genuine service.

After coming out from work, after switching to personal mode, - that's when you see bitches on saga feast in Facebook.

While in the office, it's unbelievable how they can fake actions.

How could a public servant provide public service then later bitch? Where's the passion? The public does not deserve actors.

I even see people in another instance hand gifts to rather feed their ego than to know the real necessity of the people they try to help. Chocolate is chocolate, rice is rice if you know what that means. Or maybe it is just the way of aspiring politicians.

Receiving a heartfelt "Thank you" after providing a sincere service with passion, is a ticket to heaven. The VIPs we assisted because they're VIPs against the ordinary people we serviced with less enthusiasm still count the same regardless of their social statuses. Why treat people differently?

Thanks Mark Zuckerberg, your innovation is such a great discovery for behavioral science. I now conclude that what defines a person is through their MIND...not through their actions.

Thank you for providing the brilliant Facebook wall of fame or shame where people can express their mind and show true colors.

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