Hero (Bayani), when I was a little boy I always wanted to help the poor and I am a very disciplined kid. Though I have my share of naughtiness, I am determined that whatever I want to do, I always find a way to do it. I have lived in Marikina for many years and it's about time that I make my hometown a beautiful, clean and loving place. Whatever the class, status and position every Marikeno is a happy, good natured, calm and patient citizen. We are disciplined and brave. We are resilient and just, we make sure that our people especially the elderly, children and person with disability are well taken cared of. I am not certain about the other cities but I know that every Filipino is hard working, close knit and strong in ideals, heart body and mind. We don't easily give up and we always want our families and love ones happy and secure, moreover share whatever we have to others who needs it.
Bayani! Bayani, asan ka?, bili ka sa tindahan ng suka.....
Opo, Nay!.....Bayani said and after given the coins he will obediently does what he is ordered to do. And as he grew older he never changed. He made sure that as a student and professional, he is determined to help the people of Marikina when he became the Mayor. I was still a teen ager then when he made Marikina one of the cleanest and riches city in Metro Manila. He is an Engineer and really wanted to make Marikina the next Singapore but it didn't happen because he died due to an accident fixing their roof one day while I was with a crowd receiving the government's subsidy for indigents, eligibilities and PWDs'. It's heartbreaking to hear this bad news. Ahhh......
Greta, what are you doing there?, a girl called out my name while I was sitting overlooking on top of our motel's roof and pondering on the stars, memories about my past and people I have met and have beautiful experiences with.
Are you coming down now? let's eat dinner, I have cooked lasagna and just used the cheese, whatever you call that cheese, that Sister Teresa sent a while ago. You should thank the teacher for it, huh!?, Liz added and stopped calling out to me when I agreed to come right up and smiled for my sisters slash co-employees generosity and good heart. She takes good care of me along with my roommates and friends working at the motel. So long and God bless your soul, sir BF. I hope I could make a difference too just like what you did in our hometown. Huh, I think I can run for office, haha, well, As inexperienced as I am in politics, I think cleaning and fixing things are my specialty. I really wanted to become a lawyer but Sister Beatrice, who is the new head of St. Clare's Community, wanted to sponsor me for my chosen career but I refused since I wanted to work for it. But maybe I can be human and lower down my pride a bit and receive help. Since I always refuse other people's help because I know I am still able to work and strong enough unlike those who have disabilities or with no special qualities or skills in certain jobs or opportunities. Haaa....well, maybe, just maybe. I already accepted Sister Teresa's help so maybe I can accept Sister Beatrice's generosity, again!, Greta thought while coming down the roof's edge and while entering the window placing her foot on the sill, she saw a fire fly, and wished that she can fulfill her destiny of becoming the best version of herself and be a person who helps and provides to other's aid or donating money maybe in the future if she becomes super rich, hehe! I wish!
The firefly flew high and as if lighting more beautifully reaching the clouds to God maybe. Greta didn't know that her prayers has reached the heavens. That her life is about to change, sooner than she thought.
I didn't know that being an artist, a writer is hard and money can be scarce unless you have sold your books and all. Haaa....I have decided to work in a call center industry to sustain my family's life but it's still not enough, why my brothers needed to work abroad. But pandemic came and many businesses in Dubai collapsed or got bankrupt that even our business was badly affected.
And then I was called to serve the people, which I formerly chose than having a family, yet, as a lay person, I can still marry or have a family of my own, if I decide to, maybe in the future, I thought while checking on the supplies we received from some benefactors we have from Armenia, England and California.
Zifred, a new found friend from Tumana who helped not only the citizens of the town but also some nearby towns in Marikina. I am thankful for his help and though I don't want to impose, he insisted since my work of helping others, the people of Favela, is far more important than my pride.
Sometimes, it's a humbling experience being with another needy, because we can't be strong or healthy all the time. Sometimes, we need other's helping hands to get by the day, week, month or year. So, don't neglect to be thankful. Be grateful, trust God, our prayers will reach him. And once it does, doors that may have closed from us will open to bless and shower us graces that are unthinkable, unimaginable or even impossible. For with God everything is possible.
Greta had a great time with her sisters in the hotel she is working at. She is treated with kindness and they bring her to travels even at the supermarket or other inns to get a glimpse of what it looked like in other motels, hotels or inns. Greta one time rode a transport vehicle that looked like a jeep but has an opened back seat. Maybe it's made that way so passengers can sit and ride the vehicle with ease. Greta was delighted to ride it but lost her slippers when she rode immediately since Liz is in a hurry from passengers like competing who's going to grab the seat first. Liz was quick and when she pulled me close to her so as not to lose me, I forgot my slippers and Liz needed to buy me new ones so I can walk with her to buy groceries in the nearby market before we head home after the inn visits. My guardian, Uncle, who cared for me owns several inns and motels aside from the hotel we are working at. And they are exquisite and pretty when I see ladies, men and children wearing expensive and shiny clothes which depicts them as rich or famous maybe, in the 80's.
Liz, I'm hungry!, I poked on Liz's side and told her. Ah, okay, you poor thing! You're not used to walking and checking on other inns so you get tired easily and go hungry too. Hang on, we will visit this resto I love to eat at after inn visits. Thank you, ma'am, yes, we will come back for these next time!
Ramen House?, I thought and smiled, The smell of the noodles or some stuffy buns are amazing, I can feel myself drool and tummy growl from hunger. Liz ordered, mami and siopao, dumplings and bao. Oh, my God, am I in heaven? I said to Liz when I bit one dumpling and sipped on the ramen which was still hot but oozing with delicious beef and maybe pork meat inside. Haha, Liz laughed while eating her siopao and dumpling, with me.
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