Scribesmeister v4 (In Zero Gravity)

I saw my life hung by a thread, dwindled dangerously close to nothingness.

The most unimaginable thing happened last Sunday. And although most of you probably know about it already (things like this circulate fast), i still feel that there’s still so much more to be said, thankful for — or yeah, maybe to laugh at. And although I keep telling myself that I am alright, I am still not over the fact that it happened to me and my bestfriend Ghi.

After the mass at Greenhills around 7 in the evening, we started saying our goodbyes and heading to the exit to get a cab home. The rain began to pour as we tried to spot an empty taxi. Well, just our luck! We caught a cabdriver’s attention, he let us in. I remember Ghi praising, “Ang bait talaga ni Lord! Nakakua tulos kita(Nakakuha agad tayo)!” And moments later (an estimate of seconds to a minute), while we were about that corner to Edsa, just right in front of Ford Greenhills - the cabdriver halted and unlocked the doors to let those two guys in. The one jumped onto the passenger’s seat and the other sat beside me, slammed the door and declared holdup. Doomed. And we thought they were going to let us go after getting all our things, but no. We still took off for an hour of hell ride with the demons. There was no escape from emotional excruciation. All that you could do was nod with your anxious mind and numbing senses. One flase move and you’re dead. I swear, had it not been for our obliging stimuli to their death threats, i wouldn’t be here writing about this anymore. Some rumormonger will finally type up something real, and perhaps, we’ll make it to the tabloid headlines by the next day. But, even if I’ve been tagged as “malas”(well, by my crazy officemates), i still consider myself lucky for getting another chance to live. I realized that this was not my first time to get into a near-death experience, but this was my first time to be held a captive. This was the first time that I solely depended on saying unending prayers. And I felt God’s arms wrapped around me. Sheilding me from possible affliction. I was stoic. Short of breathing. Deathly pale. Uncertain of what to feel and certain of how to respond. But one thing struck me, I realized that I was not yet ready to die. God, spare me, I whispered. And He did. He saved both of us.

For everything that you lost, you’ll get something more in return.

“He is never a punishing God.”

He let horrible things to take place to make you realize something and to teach you a lesson you can share with others. In effect, others will learn what He wants to impart through you. And I believe that.

“Baka may nagawa kang mali these past few days?”

>”May mali akong nagawa pero hindi yung sukdulan.”

“Wala kang matandaan? Meron yan.”

>Wala e…wala talaga. Teka, bakit? ganon ba yun?”

If it’s supposed to be that way. That the incident last Sunday was a karmatic-manifestation for the bad things I’ve done… I still don’t think I deserve it. But I am positive that things will start getting better. For one thing, I’ve learned to appreciate my life more and second, I’ve learned to fully entrust my life to Him. I’ve learned to believe that miracles happen…and in a snap. And most of the time, it pivots you to a direction where you can change anything you want.