Musings on one Thursday afternoon

Posted: September 27, 2013 in Student's Life

I was seated inside the first car of the MRT when a frail looking woman carrying what looked to be a gaunt ten year old. The passengers near the door gave way to her and as she sat, she thanked everyone who cleared the area. She sat there quietly, her daughter comfortably enconched in her arms.

Someone offered her a seat and began to ask her what is wrong with her daughter. I failed to catch her answer, just that she said she had to be strong for them both. They were frequent passengers of the MRT, as her child needs to go to the doctor often. Apart from the doctor’s professional fees, she had to kepe buying a P500 worth of medicine which lasts only three days. A lady gave her money but she refused. She said “may awa ang Diyos.”

When we reached SM North, she carried her child back to the platform and without missing a step she soon vanished into the crowd. I remained on the farthest part of the platform. I heard her speak but I refused to listen. I knew where she was but did not glance at her direction. I mentally kicked myself. How did I become so apathetic? Any other person would have been reduced to any form of emotion except numbness.

I was numb, deaf and blind. Too many of us I guess have been jaded by life that we became like automatons. We pretend that if we did not know or meddle, it will not affect us. But it does affect us, indirectly. This is the reality. If she can be brave for her kid, turn down a stranger’s dole out money and keep up a positive attitude, then what is stopping me from being a human being for once and feel?

So I am writing about it now, about this mother who remained strong for her child, this stranger who did not have second thoughts in giving out money and this skill that I can use to give light to her plight. There are many like her who deserved our help, who were cheated by greedy people like Napoles of the money to come up with an efficient public health access.

It may be a long journey before I make any difference for people like her but I got to start someday, and that day is now.

 

 

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