There is an old man in my apartment. He looks at least seventy-something. And yet, every time I see him, he would be collecting recycle trash. One day I walk to school around 7:30, and I would see him picking up recycle trash. Another day I walk to school around 7:00, and I would see him picking up recycle trash. And another day I walk to school around 6:30, and I would see him doing the same thing. No matter how early I come to school, I would see that man doing the same thing, picking up recycle trash. I come home from school around 6:00, and I would see him doing the same thing, picking up recycle trash. Some days I go out with my families or friends and come home later, I would see that very same man, still out there, picking up recycle trash. Do you think he's freaky??? If you were there to see that old man with your very own eyes, you probably wouldn't think so.  With old, dirty faded clothing, he looks like he always wear the same thing every time I see him. I wonders where his children are or does he even has kids. I wonder why his relatives would leave him to work like this; or does he even has any. Looking at him, I feel like an ignorant, spoiled little brat. I whines about how long and annoying my homework is without realizing how lucky I am for being able to go to school. I complains how my parents yell at me when I'm so lucky to actually have parents. I shows that I'm not content when I don't get what i want yet i don't realize how fortunate i am to have what  I already had. I whines a lot!!! Looking at this man who is about as old as my grandfather, working his butt off everyday just to get food on the table (he probably didn't do it as hobby), I feel fortunate yet guilty. I always bow to him every time we pass by each other as a form of showing respect to an elder. And every time, he would give me a very warm smile; yet for some reason, I can't help but feel sad. Well, not just sad but rather sad, pity, depress yet happy and guilty (a very indescribable feeling)..............: )