..I Can't Let Go of a P250-Worth Shoes..

Once upon a time, we were poor. My family can't afford to buy me a "just-do-it" shoes. One day, fairy godmother heard my wish. The sweat on his forehead are on the verge of falling while his gloved hands reached for the crumpled bills in his pocket; all in the denomination of P20 topped with a P10 coin. I was utterly jubilant to learn that I'll be having a new pair of white duty shoes.

Fast forward.

It was my rest day when I decided to wash my ivory-colored duty shoes. I noticed some scratch, two or more tear on scattered parts and believe me, the soles are so flat I knew it wouldn't much of help to add up to my height. This is the shoes I wore when I first get into the real realm world of hospital work, same shoes when I had a taste of my first salary, my first Code, my first Stat patient for OR, my first shift as the Charge Nurse, to the first day I headed my 19 staffs.

I tried buying new one, but it nested on shoe shelf in peace afterwards.

I walked and sprinted from end to end of the Unit for years, traveled certain parts of the world, saw the clandestine corners of life, wrote 195 articles to this blogsite, passed all my Foreign Exams, and with all humility, blessed enough to pamper myself with one or more pair of "just-do-it" and more shoes. But my feet can only trudge freely anywhere with the only pair that captured my resilience to traverse wherever paths life will lead me. 

The once white shoes now turned into off-white. And sometimes, I'm careful when I run because of the fear that it might give up anytime. 

Rolenkim is wearing a P250-worth of shoes?

I am.

 And everytime I'm wearing it, I can see the face of a man with sweat on his forehead, crumpled bills from his pocket, who believed that someday, today's nobody could be a somebody in the future.

Thank you, Tito Rafael!

P.S.

Seeing those shoes settled at the corner, I was reminded how far I went through life, and how far I'll still be traveling. 

Yeah, no one gets out of this life unscathed.