Normally I travel by bicycle, but on days when I'm in a hurry or tired, I use a ride-hailing motorbike. That day, after enjoying a delicious snack, I thought about sharing it with my ride-hailing driver. So I asked the shop owner to pack the food, and after the ride was complete, I sent the snack as a token of my love to the driver. I left a small message with some hand-drawn pictures that read: "Thank you for bringing me home safely. This snack was delicious, so I wanted to share it with you. Enjoy your meal!"
I think some jobs receive less attention and appreciation than others. But God the Father has taught us to "love your neighbor as yourself," so I hope that through the language of love, everyone will feel more respected and loved. Because the language of love can warm the whole world. And now I'm thinking, next time I'll print posters of the language of love to give away too, haha. 😁