Archive for February 2012
I may be late to talk about this but earthquake hit in some parts of the Philippines this month, this year. It hit our area too five times but thankfully, it wasn't that disastrous like how it cracked the lands of Negros. For the first time in my 25 years of existence, I've experienced such horrifying work of nature. It was not even as hard as recent quake that hit Japan but it made my heart jumped with fear. It was my first time to experience that hard of an earthquake for five times in a day. Must it be what others have said, the end of the world?
It occurred around noon. I was in my apartment, well, obviously as a blogger I was in front my computer while my father was outside drinking coconut wine and sister was upstairs sleeping when the shake happened. It wasn't that hard at first, merely unnoticeable but moments later the earth shaken me off my computer chair. Then I heard people outside screaming, "earthquake! earthquake!" Father hurried inside to call us out. We three then hurried outside the apartment to join our neighbors on the road in panic. It is advised to be outside a building when there's earthquake, preferably on a ground under a clear sky to avoid falling objects. We followed it. God knows how scared I was, we were rather. I was both worried for our safety and so as my mother because she was far form us.
Since it happened nearly Valentine's day, some youngsters here joked around saying the Earth was thrilled for it was almost time to celebrate the hearts day. Tsk, youngsters! They've managed to laugh about it while the people wherein the disastrous quake fell had suffered with horror. The horror was further intensified by the tsunami alarm. My mother that day sent us all a message that we should all gather together and run to a higher ground. If the Earth that day was thrilled for the coming of Valentine's day, it sure was in a bad way. I hope and pray that it will not happen again.
posted by Rechie L on blogging
Really heart touching! Read it PLEASE though its too long!
I was walking around in a Big Bazar store making shopping, when I saw a Cashier talking to a boy couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years old.
The Cashier said, 'I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy this doll. Then the little boy turned to me and asked: ''Uncle, are you sure I don't have enough money?''
I counted his cash and replied: ''You know that you don't have enough money to buy the doll, my dear.'' The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to. 'It's the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much . I wanted to Gift her for her BIRTHDAY.
I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there.' His eyes were so sad while saying this. 'My Sister has gone to be with God.. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister...'
My heart nearly stopped. The little boy looked up at me and said: 'I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall.' Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me 'I want mommy to take my picture with her so my sister won't forget me.' 'I love my mommy and I wish she doesn't have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister.' Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly.
I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. 'Suppose we check again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll?''
'OK' he said, 'I hope I do have enough.' I added some of my money to his with out him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll and even some spare money.
The little boy said: 'Thank you God for giving me enough money!'
Then he looked at me and added, 'I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so that mommy could give It to my sister. He heard me!'' 'I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn't dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose. My mommy loves white roses.'
I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started. I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind. Then I remembered a local news paper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young woman and a little girl. The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma. Was this the family of the little boy?
Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the news paper that the young woman had passed away.. I couldn't stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wishes before her burial. She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest. I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed for ever...
The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine. And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him.
posted by Rechie L on personal