While giving free haircuts in Geylang…



“A few weeks back one of the guys was telling me about some of the difficulties about his life as a migrant worker. In fact just the day before he had lost his phone. It was very devastating to him because that was his lifeline to his family. All his contact numbers to home were on that phone. I said let’s just try call your number, maybe we will get lucky. We were so happy when someone picked up! The person who answered said he found the phone in Little India. I offered to pay his cab fare to bring the phone to us and he agreed but said he could only get there in about an hour. So we sat and talked while waiting. We talked about all sorts of things. I got to hear his life story.



But an hour went by, then two. And now the guy wasn’t picking up the phone anymore. It was obvious he wasn’t going to return it. Eventually we had to give up and said our goodbyes.



A week later I got a call from an unknown number. It was that same guy and he had a new phone. Somehow he remembered my number. He just called to say thanks. He was really touched anyone would bother trying to help him and spend so much time with him.



He said, "I told you I have two brothers, but now I have three. You are my brother.”

