To believe in retribution. Sometimes it takes time; sometimes it happens to your children and grandchildren. Sometimes the punishment is lighter than your crime, and sometimes it's heavier.
I saw instant retribution today, and I only wished I had caught it on camera. After a medical checkup, I took a walk down to Suntec. When I was done, I waited for the bus home opposite Suntec.
After settling down at the bus stop, I caught the glimpse of a man standing to my right tossing a piece of crushed paper into the bushes behind the bus stop. He looked up briefly to see if anyone caught what he was doing, and sensing that he's not going to get into trouble with anyone, he looked back in the direction of approaching traffic nonchalantly.
Even though the bushes behind the bus stop has already been decorated by previous passers-by, it was still a disgusting act, doing blatantly immoral things just because no one was going to report him to the police. Just like smoking where people aren't supposed to (which is everywhere, in my dictionary), if only his act of littering was caught on tape and sent to STOMP.
But retribution came knocking on his door soon enough. In the next minute after he got his cheap thrill of breaking the law without getting caught, he was easing himself onto one of the stone benches at the bus stop but his rear end missed the seat and he found himself associating his palms with the ground, almost at eye-level with his laptop bag that occupied most of the stone bench in the first place.
Stifling a laugh, I made a mental note to myself. Sometimes retribution may not happen to the sinner, but when it does, and when it happens so quickly, you got to believe it - if given a choice (which in countless cases we usually are), always do good.
