the Deluge and the Filipino
there are doubtless many stories about the deluge in manila. when there is great difficulty, there surely will be a lot of heroic stories.
yesterday, at the height of the rains, i said goodbye to my wife and kids because i had to go to the hospital and help some patients.
“daddy,” my son began, “we don’t have classes. why do you have to go to work?”
“it’s because i have to,” i replied. “there is no one else.”
“unfair, daddy,” he said. and he sulked. he was looking forward to spending the day with me.
“life was never really fair to begin with. but what makes it worth living is that you can always choose to do something about it,” i explained.
we braved the tire-deep floods, my driver and i. he who braved the floodwaters to bring me to the hospital. i did not ask him for this, but he came to work anyway, “kasi madami kayong pasyente (because you have patients),” he said.
i salute you, my faithful friend.
in the endoscopy unit, i overheard the nursing staff scrambling to fill in the posts of those who could not come to work. there were many who had to do overtime work. there was a nurse, a trainer, a former endoscopy unit staff, whose work now mainly involves overseeing and guiding new nurses, whom i saw pushing a patient bed in the wards. there were the endoscopy nurses and technicians who came, despite the warnings to stay at home, and helped us finish the work that needed to be done.
to these nurses, my thanks and gratefulness, for braving the waters with me, and choosing to care.
after the essential tasks were done, i started for home. i was looking forward to spending this time with my family, ensuring their safety.
open the television, and there are still many images of the waters and its effects on the Filipino. to those abroad, there are still many safe havens. if they can blog, then they are safe.
notice, however, that during these times of hardship, the poor flock to the churches and schools. their sanctuary. it has always been this way. it will always be this way. because being a christian, a catholic, means that we must care for ALL, even when it is inconvenient. even when we are at our knees from the battering of public opinion.
the government is mobilized. the people work together.
gone were yesterday’s arguments of the corruption of priests and the immorality of politicians. there were no more voices of the Netizens condemning anyone, just pleas for help.
why does it take a catastrophe before people start to care?