There is something good in everyone. The midthirties lady who cuts in line in a grocery store counter, the “gentleman” who shoves you off when he passes by and doesn’t even apologize about it, the copassenger in a jeepney who happens to be a pickpocket, or the little street kid who asks for loose change but snatches your bag away as you’re trying to get your wallet. Perhaps the premise here is everybody’s altogether bad, but behind the misdeeds, something good lives within the fabric of our being. A budding flower that needs just a little streak of sunlight for it to blossom and eventually take the front line from the bad. Call it over-optimism, but really, it’s just looking at the brighter side of things.
I lost two cell phones from a pickpocket kid. I was almost shoved into a busy highway by a gang of street kids. In a place where you’re always looking over your shoulder, it’s a stark struggle to stay an optimist. Even kids have been robbed of their supposed innocence due to obscenities circulating in today’s media. We say they are supposed to be at school. Or playing with fellow children. But in a country where 8 out of 10 are poor, that’s too much to ask. (Okay, don’t mind the statistics. I made that up. But you pretty much get the picture, right?)
Earlier today, a group of friends and I went to Franciscan Sisters of the Sacred Hearts Children’s Home to share some goodies to the hapless kids. Most of us aren’t financially rich ourselves, but knowing these children are orphans who rely only for donations to get by, we know we have more. And it’s a perfect opportunity for me to actually put my New Year’s resolution into action, which is to be kinder to everyone.
I haven’t been kind all my life. I was the black sheep of the family. The rebel. In other words, I’ve been practically a b**ch. I even pierced two more holes in my right ear just to get back at my father for hovering over me while I was in College. And I did that myself in the comforts of my own room (with the help of some cold ice and a sharp needle). For somebody who’s afraid of blood (from a wound, that is), that was a pretty tough thing to do. But when you’re bursting with anger, you can pretty much do anything. My point is, though I was a bad ass in the early years of my life, there’s still something good in me. Some people somehow saw it, which might be the reason why it’s not so hard for me to stay optimistic with things. Because some people have been seeing the good in me when, all the while, I thought I was a hopeless case.
I am currently editing a religious manuscript that tackles the verses in the Bible. I can’t call myself religious, but I believe in Jesus Christ, so this is something I have to share. The author said, when the first human beings, Adam and Eve, had fallen prey to Satan’s dirty antics when they ate from the tree of the knowledge of good and evil, they, along with all their descendants (us), lost the holy bond with God. He added that from that point onward, we ceased to be children of God and became children of Satan, which explains why there’s so much evil going on everywhere. Although Jesus paid the price thru his crucifixion, it didn’t stop Satan from wreaking havoc in the world. However, as a rule of thumb, evil cannot exist without good. So there must really be something good in each one of us, and we shouldn’t be fazed by the bad things happening because in the end, it’s always the good that wins.
And who doesn’t want to win, right? So I chose to be a good girl since then. It also helps that I have a strong support system backing me up. I have to thank Redh for taking the hardest role in the world–to be my partner. Of course, my family is also just a text away. Plus I’ve got friends who are amazing just the way they are. Cheesy as it may sound, but my heart skipped a beat when I saw the invite. This kind of outreach program is something I wanted to do since Christmas, but I never had the chance to organize or join in one. (Let me rephrase that: I’ve been utterly lazy.) To the woman of the hour, Celest, thank you for taking the first step and inviting us to this once-in-a-lifetime experience. I couldn’t explain the joy I felt when I saw the children’s smiles as I handed out food. And their thank-yous were music to my ears.
In closing, I can’t end this blog entry without thanking God Almighty for showing me the way to righteousness. Just like most of us, I’m a Christian in progress. And that’s a lot more progress than what I was back then.
(Pictures to follow.)