Last night, I received this text message: "uy, one more chance part 2. sa nov 25."
Yes, tuloy na tuloy na ang pagbabalik nina Popoy at Basha. But this post is not about them. :D
I had a highly emotional morning.
I decided to go to Pasig City Hall to claim my voter's ID. Braved the heavy traffic along Dr. Sixto Antonio Avenue, perspired like I just worked out, made my way through the bunch of angry people, only to be told that the releasing of IDs was moved to November. By God's grace, I was able to keep myself together.
I was already on a jeep to Tramo and just right after I got my change, the accident happened. The jeepney hit a motorcycle. Although the rider fell, he did not sustain serious injuries. Mas naawa pa ako kay Manong Jeepney Driver. Matanda na kasi siya at iika-ika na rin. The other passengers demanded their money back and just rode another jeep. I wanted to stay and wait until everything is settled but I also needed to report to the office. I left with a heavy heart. In fact, I was not able to hold back the tears. I felt that I could have actually done something to help manong but I chose my own convenience. On the way to Cubao, I was just talking to God, telling Him how sorry I was for what I have failed to do. I just hoped and prayed that the rider would have compassion for manong and would respond lovingly. Hindi naman din mayabang si manong e. He was humble enough to discuss the matter with the rider.
And because I couldn't contain the sadness that I felt at that time, I shared it with my brother who told me that life's like that, Sometimes you just have to accept whatever is thrown at you. And then I have this friend who has been a consistent source of joy since we reconnected a month ago, the same person who told me about OMC 2. He suggested that I buy a Happy Meal. Because I would actually pass by a Mc Donald's on my way to the office, I followed his advice. :)
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Then came my second chance. :)
On the final jeepney ride to the GMC, a group of street children handed over envelopes soliciting money for food. Good thing I just bought puto calasiao from an elderly woman on the street. So instead of giving them money (which they could spend on rugby or cigarettes), I gave them the plastic of puto calasiao. When they opened it, they all smiled and said, "thank you po." I was teary-eyed watching them happily eating and filling their stomachs with the little that I shared. It was as if God telling me, "ito na ang ikalawang pagkakataon mo, anak." Before I got off, they once again said, "thank you po." And that made me feel better.
I still think about manong but I was thankful for the second chance that God gave me to make others feel His loving presence. That's how good the Lord is. He does not give up on us. He believes that we are capable of doing great things, because indeed, we are destined for greatness. No matter how many times we fail, the Lord will never get tired of running towards us, picking us up, and inspiring us to try again. Truly, His love is extravagant and eternal, His grace is more than sufficient, and His mercy is everlasting. ♥
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Thank You Lord for the second chance, and the third, and the fourth, and the fifth, and the................ nth. You are simply amazing! :)