Been having a rough day…been thinking a lot lately…been early to bed…been up early. Did I make a difference?
Oh anyway, check this out. Go to http://www.inspirationalstories.com/2/282.html - I didn’t know what has gotten into me, but while I was reading that story I was silently crying and trying to hush myself. Aww… it was such a beautiful story.:) I wish we could all find someone who’d love us like that.
I got another assignment in my subject Marriage and Family. We have to list down the things that we like and things we don’t like in our own families. I know I’d have a hard time thinking what I would write in the latter because I couldn’t think of one. I like everything about my family…even the hardships and the trials that we face. I like the way my parents brought us up. I like the way my sister and brothers are treating me. I like the way we always work things out. Maybe, if there’s something that I d\wouldn’t like, it would be that God allowed tons of problems to permeate in our family. I mean, it’s nobody’s fault. Things like these just happens.
My professor was sharing about the transplant patient and the donor. And the story was really similar to my own. The characters in the story were brothers. The only difference was, they were not close and have drifted apart through the years but still the donee found the heart to give his organ to his brother. Maam was sharing the story as if it was a first-hand experience. For all she and everybody know, I’m presently feeling the pinch…the impact of that event in our life as a family. Everytime I look at my mom, my dad and my brother, I wanted to cry. When I heard about the doctor’s news which informed us about the possible effects and setbacks of the operation/kidney transplant and the expression of helplessness on my brother’s face , I wanted to scream at the doctor and make him stop telling all those lies. I could see that Kuya Angel couldn’t and won’t take it. He was mad. My mom tried to console him but he couldn’t stop ranting. He said he’d rather not undergo the operation and take Kuya Erwin’s kidney because it would be useless…He wanted to live normally, but the only thing that would change is that he won;t be having a 3x a week dialysis session and a catheter anymore. He was disappointed…rather, depressed..and I was, too. I held his hand and assured him that it would be okay…trying to coax him out of it. But he was shaking his head and I could see tears welling up in his eyes. I wanted to cry. Dammit!!! If I tried to talk, I would have let it go. But I couldn’t let those tears fall because I wanted him to be strong. I wanted to be strong for him, to stay positive. I wouldn’t want him to see that I failed in trying to cheer him up. Argh…the worst sight is seeing someone you love cry in front of you. I headed to the bathroom and drained the tears from my eyes.
