On my way home last Wednesday after getting stuck in the The Medical City because of the heavy rain, floods and understaffed. I was very excited that day I even wanted to already go home early of that morning but my OIC keep pleading on us to duty because there is no one but us she can rely and because patients should always be on the center stage, we go even with so much longing to feel our bed and even with dizziness, we still go on and continue with our AM shift.
When I am about to go home at 3pm the rain starts to pour hard again that made EDSA a huge parking lot with continuation to Quezon City hall. It was a four (more or less) travel time. I wanted to cry not just because I miss home so much but because my urinary bladder is about to explode but then I realized I have no right. I have no right to fret, I have no right to complain. And, the men who made me realized this are the bus driver, the conductors and the Navy man standing in front of me. I stayed three days inside the hospital to do my duty and to cover the duties of those who wasn’t able to cross , I get paid to it, I was given a free meal, although I was not given a hot shower for my tired body I am inside an air condition facility which will not make sweat. But the driver and the conductor they will not earn the money they used to earn on usual days. They even joked about it while findings means to survive, they were planning to catch frogs, thinking of borrowing money to their boss, even wildly thinking of applying on “riding on tandem” but of course they were just joking. I firmly believe they were just joking. The other man is the man in army uniform, if my ears heard it right he’s from Navy and he is heading to Tandang Sora to rescue. Because the (intrigerong) conductor kept asking questions we knew that the gentleman haven’t eaten and slept since yesterday. After rescuing the people from Cainta they were rescuing people from Tandang Sora on that day. So, hail to all the rescuers they have the most fulfilling job in the world. They were indeed at our service across the land, in the name of Honor, duty and Valor and always in the first force.
Home is where the heart is but to these days I guess home is where the heart breaks. When I was working for the second day a colleagues told me that there was a landslide in Commonwealth and my stigma made me dialed our number and ask them if how are they at home. I know it is so impossible to have landslide to where we live and even far to be flooded and I thank God for it but I just don’t know maybe the first thing that will come to your mind when you think about tragedy is family, is home. Thank God that we are all okey and safe. The landslide that took away the whole family of the father and left him all alone. The tragedy that took away their home and broke his heart to little pieces. I know up to this night many were still on evacuation sites finding a temporary home, recovering and putting up the pieces of the broken heart.
I know a lot of us still on recovering stage-recovering from the massive stress, recovering from floods, recovering our houses from mud and recovering from all sorts of recovery. As we recover let us all remember that tougher nights are about to come but we will live for as long as we hold on to our super power and that is HOPE. And as we hum this Kelly Clarkson song “what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger”, let us invite good vibes and pray for the speedy recovery of our nation especially those who had the most destruction. Always remember that despite what Metro Manila had been trough we still owe God a lot and take this challenge as a major call to clean our drainage, to reuse, recycle and reduce.
Can we just please set aside our personal issues and think how lucky we are. Let us set aside petty love life issue, unhealthy cravings and selfishness and give to those who are in need, I didn’t mean materials things help could also be in the form of prayers.
This has been Liza tapping myself to realized.