Destiny is not a matter of chance; it is a matter of choice. It is not a thing to be waited; it is a thing to be achieved.

The Real Games I Won

January 10, 2009

                  Often, the audience only focused on the trophy we won over a competition nothwithstanding the hardships and bruises we got.

                  Life is a circus. I’ve known this harsh reality when I was barely eight years old. That was when my mother died and I had to live in Mindanao with total strangers that I entered the maze and was hopeless about how I would be able to go back home. 

                 There I experienced all sorts of games, big and small ones. Each event I had to keep winning to keep me going.

                 The first puzzle was how to reach the vast field of either rice or corn without falling down from narrow dikes or getting hurt from rough coconut husks. It likewise required walking through tall trees and coconut palms and crossing rivers and lagoons  rumored to be infested with cocodiles.

                 Going back was  as tough as reaching there.

              The second was how to get some sleep while all alone in a room I once thought was twice bigger than my new world. The third was how to keep my eyes awake every 4:00 A.M. so I could prepare food for our breakfast. The fourth was how to conquer my fears so I could get some dried palm leaves outside the house. The fifth was how to cook food in less than an hour before lunch hour. The sixth was how to imagine a different flavor of my daily banana snacks. The seventh was how to prevent mysef from joining other children who played happily after class hours. The eight was how to control my nervousness so I could wash the dishes in a very dark kitchen. The ninth was how to control myself from figthing back against a mean working student who verbally and physically abused me.

            And like all other carnivals, there is always a clown. I became a clown in my circus. I was a picture of a perfectly controlled stuff on the outside but a real teary-eyed softie inside. I pretended everything was only a game. That’s how i survived the ordeals…..

          Who shall heal the bruises that have left ugly scars to this clown? I know not. All I know is that I have to continue the game of forgiving  this time with my mask off.

                                                             -   END -

    //     Mrs. Elena Labrada, our school guidance counselor  who is now a Head Teacher of Values Education , told me to write my hurts. Wow! the more I wrote, the more I remember, and the more I pain. Then there were those I cannot afford to divulge for I might  hurt others, too.Besides, I want to forgive those who inflicted deep anguish to me. I forgive them for their tender years  and old age alike. Who are they?  Well, only the Master of the Game know them. This time it is a game I have to win so I can go home to His place peacefully.

 

                

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About Me

 

I am an educator at the same time a constant learner of life, a breast cancer survivor and a happy child of God.

Message Board

cure4mywifeca:

My wife breast CA has spread to the brain and I am looking any meds that can cure it as doctor take away our hope. would the lemongrass address it though what my wife has right now is more than brain cancer?

jenishian:

oh…i have sumting to share about that lemon grass,we’re going to make a candy from it to relieve or as a cough remedy…

fe:

Hello Brandy & Clair
take extra care always. God bless us

fe:

Hi Bran,
Take care always…

ellen:

hello miss highspirit! how was your christmas? 2010 is fast approaching and let me greet you a bountiful NEW YEAR. i hope and pray that Lord will give you all the blessings you deserve. God bless! :)

Dale:

Wow! we had lot of those in our community…

Brandy:

are there no new news about lemongrass and and cancer? this has been the same rehashed research for ther last many years, are there no new reaserch findings about lemon grass?wats the side effects? nobody seem to have said that!

fe:

More information about lemon grass and malunggay etc so check this site next week. God bless us all.

gershom:

hi every body. we have a lot of lemon grass. please e-mail me if you need a bunch. may God, Christ Jesus, the One True Living God Most High. Amen.

Clairw:

Hi, Thank you for the information about lemon grass. Pwede ko ba magamit to? I’am a muscular dystrophy patient…my case i a rare case to and i’m researching a medicine to improve and could heal me. Could please assist me I guess your God send. I’m inspired by your faith I too believe that God who made our body knows how to heal us. I’m still hoping for my cure… Mind you I’m inspired by you…God Bless you.

mybebe:

hello…….highspirit..how are you? hope everything is fine.. i was diagnosed with breast ca last june 21, 2008. thanks to god…… i’m already 8 months surviving….

god bless us all….

jona:

hi! where is kahayag center in cebu?thanks

highspirit:

For Kurt: God is good! This disease may affect us physically but dont let it kill your spirit. YOU are in my prayers. Take care. I eat veggies daily, particularly malunggay with lemon grass. Take care.

giian riisa:

what kind of cancer that is being cured by it???

giian riisa:

does this really work?? what kind of cancer can cure it??

argeif:

i pray for you please pray our father hail mary all is gone

Daisy:

knock, knock… where are you?

highspirit:

Hi dear! Derek is my nephew. Lotlot and Jan’s second child. Tomorow, i will post his photo here. I love you..

highspirit:

thanks a lot Daisy.. I truly owe you a lot. I miss you too.

highspirit:

To Nisha: Im sorry, its only now that I read your plea. If you are in Cebu City (I hope) please let your mom join Kahayag Center where CA patients and survivors like me get to know and support each other. With us are ongcologists and other invited NGO’s who give tips, seminars, and other wholesome activites.Do keep me posted, okay? God is good.

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