Remembering What Matters
It's been nine years this summer since we met. It was a volunteer project to teach the basics of Math, Science and English to incoming fourth year high school students. We don't know each other well. We were strangers in Mindanao and we were trying so hard to make things work so that our jobs will be easier. We were tasked to teach for two and half weeks. It felt like eternity.
The first week was okay, we had loads of fun and we were able to adjust to each other's quirks. The 2nd week was difficult because the students were getting sick and we had to rush them to the nearby clinics in the middle of the night. The final stretch was horrible. I knew I'd miss them all.
On the way home you sat beside me throughout the flight, unaware of people; unmindful of what the team would say. We were savoring each moment of being together. I was too exhausted to argue and when you told me to lean on your shoulders to sleep, I was only too glad.
I slept peacefully on your shoulders, at times feeling your fingers run through my hair that attempts to cover my face. How I wished that moment would last forever...
Like all good things, the moment was fleeting and we were really glad that moment even transpired. You taught me how to email and for a while we started exchanging stories, arguing, discussing, simply enjoying each other's company.
Then it was time to work again. You ignored me for most part of our stay together in the University until I decided to leave for further studies. There were moments when you would grant me attention, but always, when there was no one else to see.
You left for your PhD in another country and in 2002 I managed to get hold of your email address. Again we exchanged emails, sent corny notes and simply shared what matters. You were home in the Summer of 2002, in time for my defense and your brother's wedding, however, you decide not to see me. The phone conversation we had was lovely. I was really looking forward to seeing you... but you decided not to see anyone that summer.
It's been four years since we talked. Your visit to the dorm on April 3 this year was a welcome surprise. You are an aswered prayer and God's gift to me. I thank you for staying longer and chatting until almost ten in the evening. Then you left without a word...
God's grace is sufficient for His power is made perfect in weakness. I have missed you much. I am hoping you will see me again soon...
The first week was okay, we had loads of fun and we were able to adjust to each other's quirks. The 2nd week was difficult because the students were getting sick and we had to rush them to the nearby clinics in the middle of the night. The final stretch was horrible. I knew I'd miss them all.
On the way home you sat beside me throughout the flight, unaware of people; unmindful of what the team would say. We were savoring each moment of being together. I was too exhausted to argue and when you told me to lean on your shoulders to sleep, I was only too glad.
I slept peacefully on your shoulders, at times feeling your fingers run through my hair that attempts to cover my face. How I wished that moment would last forever...
Like all good things, the moment was fleeting and we were really glad that moment even transpired. You taught me how to email and for a while we started exchanging stories, arguing, discussing, simply enjoying each other's company.
Then it was time to work again. You ignored me for most part of our stay together in the University until I decided to leave for further studies. There were moments when you would grant me attention, but always, when there was no one else to see.
You left for your PhD in another country and in 2002 I managed to get hold of your email address. Again we exchanged emails, sent corny notes and simply shared what matters. You were home in the Summer of 2002, in time for my defense and your brother's wedding, however, you decide not to see me. The phone conversation we had was lovely. I was really looking forward to seeing you... but you decided not to see anyone that summer.
It's been four years since we talked. Your visit to the dorm on April 3 this year was a welcome surprise. You are an aswered prayer and God's gift to me. I thank you for staying longer and chatting until almost ten in the evening. Then you left without a word...
God's grace is sufficient for His power is made perfect in weakness. I have missed you much. I am hoping you will see me again soon...
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