|They're willing to learn, if you'll just let them.|
Transforming lives isn’t something that anyone normally does. Nor is it something that we always have the chance to do. But please don’t get me wrong, I don’t mean to insult anybody, let’s just face it, it doesn’t seem so fun at all. I would rather sit down and drink coffee and doodle, than go forth on an epic journey to touch hearts and transform lives. I am not as powerful as Superman or as hardworking as Mr. Peñaflorida, I’m just another face in the crowd, that’s how they say it. But recently, it took just one subject and a class—not merely to teach minds but more importantly to touch their hearts. I know that’s what they really needed—a little love.
This learning experience for me is something different, something new. Most especially that I already belong to a whole new block, consisted of various personalities that I get to like every single day. I call them my “friends.” This idea of doing community service instead of just the boring set-up class discussion gave me something to feel giddy about. I don’t really like going out to meet new people but since these people we’re meeting need special attention, oh why of course, I’d be much happier to give whatever I’m willing to give. And suddenly I felt this urge to at least do something special. It isn’t that hard to leave my coffee anyway.
Of course it wouldn’t be complete with just a subject and a class. People in the person of facilitators have to be there to guide and serve as inspiration to their students and influence them to be just the same. Our facilitators kept us company until the last hours in the community. Though we didn’t had much time to get to know each other much better or at least develop a better understanding, I guess their company could be just enough to fill the small space.
I have to say that the most important lesson I’ve learned or let’s just say, relearned, is the act of giving importance to what I have right now, just simply being happy about everything that I am because heck, not most people have the chance to attend to good universities, to eat three times a day, wear good clothes, watch TV on a rainy Sunday or have books to read while I’m here wasting my chance to learn journalism and conduct research that I don’t have a single idea if it might change anything in the world, big or small. I just realized how one big stupid lady I am to think that I could live like this forever. I am so stupid to think that I am the biggest loser in the world whenever I feel rejection. I didn’t realize that there are children out there who have lost the chance to study just to sell lumpia for his family’s dinner. I didn’t realize that there are children who have no fathers, with such innocence thinking that they went looking for greener pastures and yet still hoping for them to come back. I didn’t even realize that there are children who don’t have this simple ability to count and write their own names. It’s just so sad in such world like this, life could sometimes be unfair. I feel sorry for them, but I feel much sorry for myself, for losing the eye to see what’s real.
Apart from all these, the thing that I would always remember was the time I bid goodbye to Jethro and Lexter, those two adorable little creatures. I remembered them saying “Kaya na po namin umuwi mag-isa.” That made me think that they’re both too young to be left alone on the streets. They need someone to accompany them, at least now that they’re still growing up. I hope one day I meet them again. As much as I wanted to see them growing up, I can’t. Why? Because I need to undergo some growing up too.
I know, I’m not Superman to have special powers or not as hardworking as Efren Peñaflorida to win a CNN Hero of the Year Award. I’m not as great as them, but I can leave my coffee for those who need me, even if it’s already cold by the time I come back. Anyway, it’s worth it in the end.