"I know it's not too late to change for God is always there to lift up us during depression time..."
Family Reunion Last Summer
December 11, 2008We were having a family reunion last summer in a province where there is a place called “PARIL MOUNTAIN RESORT” it is really a cool place, you could relax with your family, enjoy their amenities, and the spectacular view of the entire province because it is located at the very top of the highest mountain of the particular province. The kids really enjoyed the pool and it’s man made water falls.On our way home, I was the one who drove our rented van because the company driver was really drunk he couldn’t hardly stand, and almost everybody is complaining the way he drives. And in the middle of nowhere I found no houses, no buildings only trees and lamp posts were there, then suddenly I heard a big bang behind us, when I make glance, it was our tire, so I stopped. The road was quite dark because it’s past 7 pm and few vehicles pass by, when I checked my cellphone I can’t find any signal, so what I did, I opened the baggage and pulled the tire then starts to walk to find some vulcanizing, but it took me 1 and a half hour to find one.
So I knocked the door and said “HELLO ANYBODY HOME…?”, but no one answered, I just sat and wait for someone to rescue me from the agony that I’ve experienced the whole night. For about 30 minutes, a guy approached and help me with my tire, I really appreciate his kindness,so we walked together back to the van and fix the tire.As I about to return the tools, I noticed behind the van that there is a large cloth covering something, so I checked and lift the cloth, I was really shocked of what I’ve seen because a spare tire was under it, I just laughed and said… “WHAT A WONDERFUL DAY…”
"STREET CHILD 2"
So together with the paramedics we tried to pull him out and brought him to the nearest hospital. With a small prayer along the way and with the doctors assistance the child was saved, I really thanked GOD for his goodness, for he heard my prayers. Then later on, his family arrived, with tears in their eyes, no slippers, dirty clothes and together with six (6) other children’s. So I asked the father about his job?
How he raised his children’s? He just replied, “I ONLY COLLECT PLASTIC BOTTLES AND OTHER JUNKS IN A GARBAGE AND SOLD IT TO A JUNK SHOP”… I can’t really imagine how he raised his seven (7) children out of junks. So I just gave him some money and the groceries that I bought. Then I told myself that I may have problems of my daily life, but there are some people who’s problems are greater than mine…
