ONE DECEMBER
I used to hum a tune to him while he crawled on the floor over an over sized banig and when he heard the tune he w
ould stop crawling and started to sway to and fro as if dancing to the tune. When the tune stopped, he would continue crawling, until he would hear the tune again. That innocent act amused everybody in the family especially Papa Perpe and Mama Nayang, the proud grandparents.
Lowell grew up to be a good boy. He was close to me and always asked me questions about his studies, his career and shared to me his dreams.
However, in December 22, 2002, he met a motorcycle accident that sniffed out his vibrant youth. He has just finished his apprenticeship in a ship and about to apply overseas as a seaman.
We were shocked. We almost could not believe that he was gone, most especially on Christmas time. On December 25, 2002, we grieved over the remains of Lowell while the world rejoiced for the birth of Christ.
Life is so unfair....so I thought.
TWO DECEMBER
Eight years after the death of Lowelll on the same date December 22, I received a call from CESBOARD telling me that I passed the Assessment Center, considered the waterloo in acquiring CES Eligibility. I was euphoric - in ecstasy actually. I almost could not believe that I passed the test because after the whole day assessment , I felt I did not do well. I thought this was the best gift God gave me during Christmas and suddenly, I remembered Lowell.
Eight years after the death of Lowelll on the same date December 22, I received a call from CESBOARD telling me that I passed the Assessment Center, considered the waterloo in acquiring CES Eligibility. I was euphoric - in ecstasy actually. I almost could not believe that I passed the test because after the whole day assessment , I felt I did not do well. I thought this was the best gift God gave me during Christmas and suddenly, I remembered Lowell.
Life is fair after all.
The Lesson:
So when your down today expect that you will be lifted tomorrow, but only after you will make an effort and learn your lessons. Remember also the lesson of Juan Tamad....it's not enoh to watch and wait for the guava to fall into one's mouth. One must climb the tree to pick the fruit.
