"If you can't feed a hundred people, just FEED one. "---Mother Teresa
We think at times that all the world's weight are upon our shoulders....we complain, trash, and hurdle angry words at it. Wishing somebody would take part in all these dramas that we ourselves staged.
A particular realization that hits me right in the face at this moment. Here I tell you....
It's way past six, sweat drencehed, carrying my 5kilograms lappy bag on my left shoulder, with two bulgy speakers inside it, the laptop,my internet modem which I always brought with me anywhere and another 5-kilo handcarry bag where I got class records, projects, and piles of one-fourth papers of my students that needs to be recorded.
I'm grudgingly trodding along the narrow pathway on my way to my rented place in which I am thinking of these workloads that I need to finish off tonight. My stomach seems to complain too much 'coz it unshamingly gave the loudest fartlike grumbling sounds ever! I just remembered that I forgot, or to be honest at all, am on the edge of my wallet where I need to get both ends meet, in which a biscuit cracker would also do good as lunch already. Uhuh, hoping to trim my fatty waist sides. Ahahhh! Just trying to be funny, really!
I pulled out then my last precious crumpled 50php bill from my tattered and worn out coin purse and bought a chicken breast barbecue in the corner street where a series of stalls are already smoke-belching. It's a good damn 20php and I decided to bought too a dilis dried fish for tomorrow's viand over a steaming cup of rice.
In the distance though, a good ten feet away I guess(not so accurate when it comes to numbers hehe), someone on the ground caught my peripheral vision. At first I thought it was a dog lying on the ground, but no! The figure is bigger than any dog... I cautiously moved towards it then and saw that it's a man lying on his side. The pain in my ulcered stomach is quite uncomparable with the kind of pain that I felt wringing my heart out at that moment.
He looks just like a father to me, or perhaps a grandpa, his skeleton sides showing off on his bare upper trunk. Oh my goodness!
I called out to him, "Tatay! "(father)
He answered an audible, "ha? "...and that's what hurt my heart the most! I didn't realize that soft liquid are already swelling out of my eyes. He looks so thin, frail and it seems only his own bare back and the coarse, dirty pavement on which he lay down was his only solace. I asked him the basics, where he live, his family if he has, why is he out there lying...
He wasn't responsive at all until I realized that he was actually looking at what I have in my hand and seems to be savoring it's sweet tasty smell. Ohhhh, he's looking at my chicken barbecue hidden under a red plastic bag. My most precious chicken barbecue! I tried to swallow a saliva or two yet without any further qualms, hand it to him.
He shyly and with a measured gesture reached for it and tersely said "salamat iday"(thank you daughter). Hallelujah!!! I felt so good and all of a sudden I felt a kind of enlightenment both physically and spiritually. Good heavens, it indeed really feels good to give than to receive! ❤
God is truly anywhere. And He is a miraculous worker. His work may touched us out separately, HIS image was all clear. Be thankful enough and be contented with whatever you might have. Because as what some lines in the poem "Desiderata" means,".... there would be no greater or lesser person than you do. "
A penny for your thoughts? Hope I've shared something real good with you dearest angels.