Almighty Bean

I got my much needed break this weekend.  The free weekend could not have come any sooner!  As you noticed from my previous posts, I was really hanging on by a thread.  Now I can really say that when everyone else leaves you and when you are down in the dumps, your parents or whomever you call your ‘family’ are the best people to be around you.  In less than an hour from my post duty, I was whisked off by my cousins to my house at Lipa, for a mini-vacation slash rehab time.  The peaceful scenery outside my house, the fresh air, and the most comfortable bed was what I desperately needed.  As much as I love the city, a weekend at the province can be such a relief.  I got to eat a home-cooked meal, and then slept throughout the day… I woke up at 7 pm just to eat dinner with my family and relatives.  I wanted to go swimming too, but the sleep that I got was well worth it.  Then we spent the evening watching my original copy of “The Beyonce Experience”, one of the best concerts I have seen in my life.

Saturday went by so fast, and before I knew it, it was Sunday already, a day before my next duty.  I used to dread going to Sunday, but today, it seemed like the perfect thing to go to.  It was like the therapy or the psychiatry visit that I needed.  It was like the priest was talking to me directly, telling me that I could fix my life, and it is not too late.  I guess this is the sign that I was asking for.  I realized that because of all the built up stress I was bombarded with, I was drifting further and further away from God.  I was becoming the horrible people that I chose not to become.  I hope I remember what the priest told us that day:

1. Pray.

2. Do some sacrifices.

3. Do good.

Sounds easy, but we all know those are some pretty difficult things to do.  I have never been a devout Catholic.  But I realized how important my faith is because it is really what’s holding me together.  I am not saying that from this moment on, I will go to church every sunday.  But I do know that I will pray more frequently.  Maybe with just a little more effort, I will be able to remember what saving lives is all about.  Maybe then I will get the courage to get some humility for a change.

But before I forget, I’d like to say thank you to the friends that stood by me and are still standing by me.  Thank you to my parents who continue to support me.  Thank you to my cousins who have been nothing but angels to me.

But my battle has only begun.  And I am still young… If this is a test, God, then I hope I pass it with flying colors.  You must think highly of me to give me such challenges in life.  And you must really love me, for giving me few but true, special friends.