Each of us has its own story about life. We all have our own dreams to reach.... When i was a kid, i want to be a priest, for i know i want to serve God and His people. Unfortunately it didn't happen, for the reason that until now is a mystery for me. One of the reason i believed in is that, I was not meant to be a priest. maybe it is the best reason to cover up my disappointment. But then, as the years goes by, reasons comes just like lightning strikes a poor driftwood. One fine day around 6:00 in the morning, i was at the LRT station waiting for the train when i only see darkness, total darkness, all i know is that i was trembling and hearing the voice of those faceless people around me and then it STOPS!!!! When i opened my eyes, i saw a couple of images wearing white and a light... a terrible light to the eyes. They are talking but i can't comprehend. One of them asked for my name, my address, my parents ..... i know i answered them. After a while i saw one of them holding a syringe, i asked them why, to my dismayed, i feel pain then... went blank. When i woke up, i was in a bed and my mother was beside me, she was crying, i asked her WHY mom? and she said .... nothing, and kissed my forehead. Days passed by when i finally figure out where i am, In the hospital. My father told me that i faint at the LRT station and those faceless people are good enough to be a samaritan that they brought me to the nearest hospital. I asked my father, why am i doing here? lets go home, im fine... he said, we have to stay here for a couple of days. The whole day, my parents are quiet, that was strange, they love to talk, then i asked them, Is there something wrong? the answer.... lets wait for your doctor to arrive... after the long hours of waiting, the doctor came, and asked my parents to be with him at the office... and so i wait with lots of question in my mind. Finally, they're back... they are smiling but then i saw the sadness in their eyes.... the doctor follows, he grab my hand and said, " I Know you are a brave young man, i need to say something to you" i nodded and wait for what the message is... "Tom, you have a brain tumor..." As far as i remember, i just cried in silence... and figuring what will happen tomorrow... From that very moment my life changes, i became restricted with so many things - sports, hang-outs, food - totally, i feel that i am not a normal person. Depression really makes me feel that i am dying little by little, but then, at the back of my mind, i want to live for i know theres a lot of things stored for me. With Prayers and support of my family and friends, i survived. Now, im letting myself explore those things that i missed when i was a prisoner of sickbed. To date, every single day, i treasured the seconds, minutes and hours that passes by and trying to collect those happy moments, for i know someday, i will go back to the arms of the creator.
