fly with mhe

As if I’d be conquering Davao City by storm when I’d only be bringing 10 youths for our annual summer camp. And I hope the rain here won’t pour over Davao City when we’re there. Hoping much.

It’ll be the 2nd time I’d be visiting that city and the 6th place (city/town) I’d be visiting for this month alone. What a travel.

Yeahha!! This is my 100th post for this blog. That is a feat for me since I am not a linguist person. I do not freely express my thoughts in writing or even share what’s happening in my life here in my blog. I cannot certify myself as a blogger for that. I blog for the fun of it and for my friends. Yet, reaching this number of post is a victory on my part. Pardon me for rejoicing over this little thing.

And for that, my student gave me the warmest hug I received this week so far. When she arrived, I played hide and seek with her and as if getting the cue, she searched for me throughout the school’s premises. She always does that.  And when she found me, it was like we didn’t saw each other for a long time that she hurriedly ran to meet me with her crooked steps and open arms and gave me a hug. We have summer classes everyday but her hug today was different. It was something I’d like to treasure from a student who every now and then unknowingly physically hurt me. That was sweet of her. And she didn’t threw tantrums today, which is good. I ended my class still energized.

The previous week had been a lesson of patience for me. I am impatient at times, I admit to that. I have to learn and relearn for the nth time to yield and wait on Him. I am impatient with some important events in my life, I walk hurriedly, I can barely wait for people during meetings and appointments, I rush things. Yet I am patient with other people, or is it just ignoring and tolerating that I do to them. Even so.

Firstly, I had done a very grave thing this week. I told myself countless times to wait on Him yet I rushed things at the sight of it slowly slipping out of  my hand. I panicked. A lesson to be learned. Now I had to bear the consequence and be prepared for whatever it is.

Secondly, the Cugman Boiz had asked me to do the bass guitar not only for 3 songs as was originally planned but the whole 5 songs.This was the something I mentioned in my previous post (guess what??). One of the songs to be played is a personal favorite and ever since I could recall, I longed to play the  bass guitar for it, even just for practices only. But He gave me a much heavier task. And it’ll be in front of a crowd. I have stage fright, I shudder at the sight of people looking at me when I’m up on stage or just in front of a crowd. I guess He has something else in mind prepared for me. But at least I learned to play it and I’d be playing that song, that’s what mattered.

Somehow, there’s always something, an event, a task, a person, our attitude that slaps us on our face unexpectedly. In my case, it was something big. Had to pick myself up again and move on, but not without taking something from it. And hope that I had learned my lesson. I may repeat this story in my life again someday, I might stumble into the same situation and testing again. But I cannot assure that I won’t fall into the same pit again. I am a work in progress.

The Cugman Boiz had asked me to do something. It may be a simple task but it is a heavy one for me. Can I do it? I may not be that confident and skilled enough to accomplish the task.

Been to San Francisco, Agusan de Sur last weekend. Was amazed with the progress of that town. Our family lived there when I was yet 2 or 3 or 4 years old. So I couldn’t remember much of the place. The familiar spots though were the DBP branch were my father used to live, their rotonda and a small grocery store where we used to buy goods. We could even pass by their back door going home usually cause it is much nearer to our house. I guess the owner and employees of that store were our friends, why else would they allow us through their bodega and to the back door if they weren’t. I even failed to visit our old place eventhough it was just beside the reception venue. I had a little chat with our old landlady though, she even related how I used to play with his son outside their house and all. I just can’t remember those. I don’t even know her lawyer son. Anyway. Just that. Nothing much. I desired to roam around some more but time was short. Maybe next time. I have a cousin’s place to crash anyway if ever I would visit San Franz again.