When he came home from the audit task surabaya Argo angrek Train which I was riding from surabay turi Market Station slowly into the station Jatinegara. The passengers who will fall in Jatinegara I see is getting ready at the door, because it was the pick by the family. Jatinegara atmosphere was crowded as usual.

Meanwhile, from the window, I saw some people porters / transport workers raced into the first train that still runs. They raced to the train, their lives just to keep pace with the pressures of life of Jakarta. When the train actually stopped, passengers rush down and porter services are increasingly competing to offer a thick felt. Meanwhile, outside the train I see the urban bustle that would use the train. They were mostly standing, because the facilities lack adequate seating. An old song PT. KAI is always and always played with the faithful.

Suddenly the little boy’s voice interrupted my fun watching people’s behavior in Jatinegara. I saw a boy about 10 years old standing beside me. Describes the physical condition of heavy pressure for her life.

Filthy black skin with clothes tattered and torn here and there. His body was emaciated from malnutrition signs. “Yes?” I asked him because I had my concentration saw people outside the carriage. “Excuse me, are drinking water that was not the father of need?” he said politely, with his finger pointing water over the food and drink side of the window. My view immediately follow the direction of finger boy. Oh, bottled drinking water in the glass of the catering cart that I did not drink. I do not even care at all with it. Last night I just want to drink bottled water glasses just in case and refused to rice given by the stewards. My stomach was filled with enough food at home.

“No. Want? Here …” I said, handing bottled water to the boy’s glasses. Received water with a smile. A sincere smile.

A few minutes later, I saw through the window of the train, the boy walked beririringan with 3 friends. Each kresek bag in his hand. The four children were then seated in a circle on the floor emplacement. They sit just like that. They did not bother to clean the floor that looks dirty. Each bag and pulled out the contents of each crackle.

Once I noticed, it seems it is a “treasure” which they found on the train. I see there is a live half the bread, an orange field, also half; remaining rice catering cart, and bottled drinking water in the glass!

Furthermore they cooperatively share “treasure trove” of their findings from the train. I see the biggest boy kissing a former rice train catering to ascertain whether or not stale. Without touching the rest of the food, the rice box is then handed to his friend. By his friend, leftover rice is also smelled. Then, she laughed with joy as he held up a piece of high-fried chicken thigh. I see, fried chicken thigh that was not complete. Clear bite someone.

But the boy did not care, hungrily eating the chicken thighs. Similarly, other leftovers. They ate with great relish. Indeed, a “party” extraordinary. The party then ended with a share in the bottled drinking water glass!

Watching it all, I was stunned. I see myself right in front of the eyes, portraits of children less fortunate who tried to survive the hard life. It seems that their lives are what they get for that day. Life is today. Tomorrow is a dream and mystery.

Ideals? Future? More absurd.

For me personally, a valuable lesson I learned was, that I should be getting smarter grateful for all the good fortune and blessings given by Allah SWT. And no longer look at trivial things that seem trivial, such as for example: bottled water glass. Because it could be something trivial to us, for others very significant.