Telephone Scam

Our telephone rang so I picked the receiver up. Nobody answered at the other end. I placed the receiver back down and continued to watch the Azkals’ game against Laos. A moment later, the phone rang again. The call was from an agent of a so-called ‘Utama Electronic Company‘. I have never heard of this company so the word SCAM automatically entered my mind. Knowing that only our telephone company would have access to our telephone number and information, I decided to “play-along” to know what she’s got to offer. She asked me when we got our phone, I told he that we got it this May. So she said that they were giving out rewards for twenty phones that were connected this year. She said that I needed to present two valid IDs at the designated claiming center at the second floor of a building in this city where I live in. I had to look for “Green Top” and an agent was going to give me my reward item. Ughhh, that’s the building where there are a lot of ‘agents’ standing outside, telling passers-by that they have a gift certificate/reward that they can claim for free AT THE SECOND FLOOR OF THAT BUILDING. They gave me this “special code” to use when I claim the item. They asked me where I live and what my name is so that they could record it. I gave fake details, of course. When the call ended, I knew that I had to verify the company’s name and details. I surfed the internet. Articles about the company and the company’s call being a scam appeared.

I knew it! The next time you receive a suspicious phone call, listen to your gut and put the receiver down. Our telephone comes with a ‘Caller ID’ feature. If the same number pops up when they call, don’t pick up.

Ah, Are You Digging On My Grave?

by Thomas Hardy

“Ah, are you digging on my grave,
My loved one? — planting rue?”
— “No: yesterday he went to wed
One of the brightest wealth has bred.
‘It cannot hurt her now,’ he said,
‘That I should not be true.'”

“Then who is digging on my grave,
My nearest dearest kin?”
— “Ah, no: they sit and think, ‘What use!
What good will planting flowers produce?
No tendance of her mound can loose
Her spirit from Death’s gin.'”

“But someone digs upon my grave?
My enemy? — prodding sly?”
— “Nay: when she heard you had passed the Gate
That shuts on all flesh soon or late,
She thought you no more worth her hate,
And cares not where you lie.

“Then, who is digging on my grave?
Say — since I have not guessed!”
— “O it is I, my mistress dear,
Your little dog , who still lives near,
And much I hope my movements here
Have not disturbed your rest?”

“Ah yes! You dig upon my grave…
Why flashed it not to me
That one true heart was left behind!
What feeling do we ever find
To equal among human kind
A dog’s fidelity!”

“Mistress, I dug upon your grave
To bury a bone, in case
I should be hungry near this spot
When passing on my daily trot.
I am sorry, but I quite forgot
It was your resting place.”

The Indispensable Man

(by Saxon White Kessinger)

Some time when you’re feeling important;

Some time when your ego’s in bloom;

Some time when you take it for granted,

You’re the best qualified in the room;

Some time when you think that your going,

would leave an unfillable hole;

Just follow this simple instruction

And see how it humbles your soul.

Take a bucket and fill it with water;

Put your hands in it up to your wrists;

Pull them out – and the hole that remains;

Is the measure of how much you’ll be missed.

You may splash as you please when you enter;

You may stir up the water galore;

But stop – and you’ll find in a second ,

That it looks just the same as before.

The moral of this is quite simple;

Do just the best that you can,

and be proud of yourself – but remember;

There is no indispensable man

I heard this poem being read to me last Sunday. The topic was about humility.