A SALESMAN LAUGHED AT AN OLD MAN IN A SLEEVELESS SHIRT BROWSING CARS — BUT EVERYONE TURNED PALE WHEN HE PULLED OUT A WOVEN BAG FULL OF CASH
Inside the woven bag were tightly bound bundles of money.
Thousands upon thousands.
The bills carried the scent of soil and time—
but they were real.
This was the life savings of a farmer who had spent forty years tilling the land, saving patiently for his family’s dream.
Greg froze.
The pen slipped from his fingers and hit the floor.
The laughter of the other agents died instantly, replaced by shock.
“M-money…” Greg stammered.
He rushed forward, gently pushing Paolo aside.
“Sir! Sir!” Greg said quickly.
“I’m the Senior Sales Manager. I’ll personally handle everything so the process will be faster. You’ll receive full VIP treatment!”
As Greg reached for the bag, Tatay Berting calmly tapped his hand away.
“Don’t touch it,” Tatay Berting said firmly.
His voice carried a weight and authority that made Greg lower his head.
“A while ago, you told me to leave. You said I was ruining the ambiance.
Now that you’ve seen what’s inside my bag, I suddenly became a VIP?”
Greg’s face flushed red.
The showroom manager stepped out after hearing the commotion.
“What’s going on here?” the manager asked.
“I’m buying a car, sir,” Tatay Berting replied calmly.
“But I don’t want this man to receive the commission,” he added, pointing at Greg.
“I want it all to go to the young man. He was the only one who saw me as a human being—
not as trash.”
Greg had no choice but to bow his head in shame.
The other employees began applauding Paolo and Tatay Berting.
When the new vehicle was brought out, Tatay Berting got inside.
Before driving away, he rolled down the window and looked at Greg.
“Son, respect isn’t like a car that money can buy,” he said quietly.
“It’s given freely—even to a man wearing nothing but a sleeveless shirt.”
Tatay Berting drove away, leaving Greg standing there in stunned silence—
while Paolo wiped away tears of gratitude,
his blessing born not from wealth,
but from kindness.