As soon as I lowered my shoulder bag, I noticed
something different. The space between the seats is more expansive. “Maybe, I thought -
the airline is finally willing to sacrifice a few rows of seats for comfort.” As
soon as I sat down and groped for the seat belts, I heard a sweet voice, almost a whisper, close right to my face.
“Please put your bag in the overhead compartment. You are seated at the
emergency exit.” I turned my head and saw the emergency exit sign. I burst out
laughing – “OMG, I have been doing this for the last 37 years.” April 7, 2017
During my last vacation in November 2016, the clinic’s
driver handed me an envelope at the Abha airport.
“What’s this?” I asked.
“Certificate of Employment,” he replied.
I said, “I didn’t ask for this.” (During the last 10 years I worked at this private clinic, I never requested a certificate of employment.)
It is something you ask for at the time you resign because you need it when you
apply for a new job.)
“Saeed (manager/owner of the clinic) thought that you might
need it,” the driver answered.
I slipped the envelope into the side pocket of my shoulder
bag.
Weeks later: “Give me your certificate of Employment,” said
the local manager of Metro Bank. It was the first and most important document
that the bank manager requested from me. My wife and I were at the bank applying for a
car loan. A little more than a week later, my wife and I commuted to “Toyota Manila Bay” and drove home an Avanza G 1.5. “Thank you, God, for the car,” I said
silently as I went home. Although I didn’t have a car in the 10 years leading up to that day, it was actually my car, number 5, since 1980.
My return home in April 2017 was not part of my scheduled leave, so I
had to pay for my own ticket. I promised Nishreen that if she ends the year with
honors, I will fulfill her wish of going out of town for a break, but there was a problem – they were a victim of the DFA’s incompetence. The earliest they can apply
for a passport is May 26.
Everything happens for a reason, so I let Nishreen go on a
shopping spree.
“Why are you buying me anything I want?” she asked.
“Because you deserve it,” I replied with a smile.
“If I am at RGMS (Montessori/her elementary school) and not
at SCC (Senator Cayetano Memorial Science and Technology High School), how much
will my tuition fees be?)
Intelligent girl, I thought. “Something like 70k?”
“You mean I can go shopping?”
“Yea, scholar ka ng bayan e…” I teased her.
If God gave me a car last time I was home, this time He gave me miraculous gifts, not to mention ease and the daily comforts of living.
I thought that, due to time constraints, I couldn’t travel
home to Marawi to see my brothers. A few days after I arrived, I saw a post on
Facebook. My younger brother and his wife were on a flight to Manila. Wow, I thought
with glee. I called them on the day they were supposed to arrive. They didn’t
know I was home in Manila. The call was a surprise.
They directly traveled from the airport to PGH and had my
sister-in-law confined. Her kidney tumor had recurred a year after surgery. My
wife and I visited them in the hospital. Days later, she was declared completely free without surgery, confirmed by a PET scan. That was one gift of
life, but then who knows, that could be God’s way of bringing them to Manila.
There was this adage I suspected to be from Western writers meant to ridicule Islam: “If Mohammad cannot come to the mountain, let the mountain come to Mohammad,”
and people took it as a ridiculous joke.
On the same day, I had my own kidney ultrasound. I have been
taking meds to dissolve a kidney stone for a year. My stone also disappeared.
My eldest daughter had been waiting for a year, waiting for her name to be drawn from a visa lottery for a hospital employment opportunity in the USA. Her employer/agency had spent and done everything necessary, so the waiting finally came to an end. She received the Email she had been anxiously waiting for.
My son’s promotion also came at a time when I could be a part of
the cheer.
Miracles happen in our everyday lives, but only the keenly
sensitive notice. This incident is just one among many. Norayda and her
longtime high school friends often hang out at a Starbucks in Parañaque. Her
name, having been drawn from the lot, calls for a celebration. She asked me and
her mom if we could drive her to the place. We can take our coffee while she
joins her pals. The joint has only 6 parking spaces. It was packed, but as soon as I stopped to decide what to do, the driver of the car, whose front I had stopped, signaled that I should drive backward. He was driving out. Inside the joint, it was
packed. There were tables outside, but it was hot. Two men taking dinner at the table near where we were standing stood up and walked out. Weird; their meal was not even half finished, and Starbucks is not cheap.
BACK TO SAUDI ARABIA
The queue at the Saudia Airlines check-in counter was, as usual, long. Extreme to my right was the Business Class check-in counter, which was
empty. The Lady behind the counter was waving her hand at me, but I pretended
not to see. I was okay in my queue, but she waved to the lady employee, who
tapped my shoulder and told me to go. I have a new suitcase with four wheels that you simply nudge or push, so I went. Again, my seating was at the emergency exit, but not at the side column; it was in the middle aisle. The lady at the
counter asked me if I wanted to change my seat. She’ll find a way, but I said no. I like it there…I can stretch my
legs.
At Riyadh Airport, after passing through immigration, your passport is checked as you exit the door. The Saudi guy checking the
passports just put his hand over my shoulder and nudged me gently forward
without looking at my passport.
C’mon, guys, am I going to die? Strange things do happen to a
person who is about to die. Are you seeing my spiritual light? I thought
amusingly.
I reported for work a day after I returned. To reestablish
my routine, I needed groceries, so after my first shift (12:00 PM—4:00 PM), I walked 2.5 km to the town’s biggest grocery store.
Along the way, a beautiful flower sprouted from an unlikely place at the corner bend. I pulled out my CP, took a shot, and continued walking. I had never crossed that road before without looking to my left to make sure no car was turning right, but at that moment, I didn’t. My focus
was distracted by the flower.
To avoid hitting me, the driver steered his car to the
opposite lane. I was in the middle of the right lane. Fortunately, the opposite
lane was empty of cars. Both lanes, divided by an island, were empty of vehicles, and the entire stretch was more than 2 km. The driver just continued driving in the
opposite lane…
I have just wasted my life #8.
Wind Residences, Tagaytay
17th floor of Tower 1 - WIND RESIDENCES
Nishreen's 12th B'day: April 19 - Shell Residences
Norayda and her son are flying kite at the Wind Residences ground
My routine most of the time was walking the side streets
of BGC while waiting for two of my children to finish work at 11 PM.
