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Specially Abled
I believe that differently-abled people are very special. They were created by God uniquely, apart from others because they have an important mission in the world and that is to bring hope in someone else life. I remember during one of our charity work in Marikina, I’ve met a special man with cerebral palsy. His name was Gerry. He told me how he met his better half through that institution. She was a volunteer there and amidst the geographical, physical and mental differences, love budded and blossomed into a wonderful love story. During that time I was so broken hearted because my then boyfriend cheated on me. I lost hope that I’d still find God’s best for me until I’ve heard Gerry and Lena’s story. And of course you all know that I’ve met and married the man that God specially chose for me. I prayed and never gave up on love just like Gerry and Lena advised to me. I refuse to call people like Gerry differently-abled from then on, I prefer calling them specially-abled persons.
Easier Said Than Done
“Move on” is what people always say to you when there is something untoward that happened. It is just so hard to do sometimes, especially if you are the one who needs moving on. I loved living in the province. It’s my private haven. I loved it that I’m so close to nature that I could almost hear the trees talking to me. I love sitting by the brook eagerly waiting for the arrival of my characters in the stories that I’ve weaved on all the afternoons of my short stay there. Some of my stories started with kids running around, playfully splashing each other with the cool and clear water, or with women happily chattering while bathing or with men exchanging jokes after a hard day’s work at the rice fields. I still remember it all like it was just yesterday. That was 21 years ago. I was so heart broken when my dad told me one day that we have to move to the city right away for reasons not known to us. I didn’t know what to say feel or do. My mind has gone numbed thinking that I’ll have to say goodbye to my private universe. We left like thieves in the night. It was around 2:30 in the morning. The move was chaotic. The moving truck was so cramped that we needed to leave our other things. Things that had sentimental value to us. Things that would remind us of our wonderful time in the province. I was so mad. But what choice did I have, I was only 9 years old. It’s not like there was still time to look for a company that was to say the least at par with a boston moving company. If there was, I’m sure that though leaving our place was painful, our transition would have been pleasant, comfortableness wise. And most importantly, we needn’t have to leave any of our precious things. It’s been more than 2 decades already but I still can’t completely move on from that sad experience. I guess, it really is easier said than done.