I am on the comfy couch watching our newly designed receiving area. I guess being sleep-deprived causes an emotional instability, and I thank moment like this when I am prompted to make an article. It's the best solitary thing in the world to do when the rest are savoring a good sleep. The gloomy weather outside is no match to the warmth of the scene on my front view. I remember painting the Nativity few years back when it became our habit to design our flat every holiday season. I am withdrawn by its serenity amidst the lights as my eyes are transfixed on the image. I can lay here still, revering on the canvass with my melting heart. Life has been hard, but life has been good to me. In Every Trial, There Is A Treasure, I recounted as I am driven away by the image of the Nativity..
I was about to enter college. Life was then hard for my family having my mom as our sole provider. It seemed that I am on dilemma taking my course since it entails a multitude of expenses. For a parent rearing 2 kids alone, I would understand if my mom would pre-empt my decision. But she didn't. I got the whole emotional support I needed without a word of uncertainty. My father left us with nothing. Or so I thought. I went home one afternoon after taking my entrance exam when I learned that my father did left us not only something, but the very treasure we needed in life.
The afternoon of April when he passed away, the big amount of money of the company entrusted on his hand was never touched. Gold cash. And not a single cent was missing. It was given back to his Boss complete as it was the following day of his death. "You could have used it, he was on emergency state", his Boss said. But it was too late for money to save his life. But not late for my future. I became the recipient of my father's honesty when his Boss paid my college tuition fees! Miscellaneous included! And this happened 7 years after his death. Just in time when his daughter is in need. A father's love echoes even in grave.
I received my diploma few years back, with some honors included. Tita Rosit, my father's Boss, my benefactor, who happened to be my Ninang also, was there with me. The hardships and toiling days now counts to be the stepping rock to see a greater, more fulfilling and comfortable life. You see, those dark pieces did not make sense, not until all the pieces fits together to complete the whole picture. Back then, I may have asked God why good people suffer. Fast-forward to the present, I can now answer that good people suffer, so they become better.
I'd like to offer this article to everyone out there who are in pursue of their dreams, who are in doubt for that dream to come true, and still waiting for a dream to be fulfilled. I was once in your shoe, you are not alone. Dragging days may give you failing hopes, and it's ok. What's not ok is to believe that dreams are just dreams. So gather your strength, no matter how faint it is. I believe that help is always out there. It may come from the most unwanted circumstance, unwanted dark piece, and most hurting experience. Believe me, I also thought that it's just a cliche that there is treasure in every trial. Not until I reach the stage of harvesting the fruits of that trials. I'm with you in dreaming your dreams. Keep the faith!=)
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