
It was just a speck. I was fascinated. It’s not yet summer, and I wasn’t expecting to see this small boy of around 10 freely enjoying the soft afternoon breeze with his dark kite flying in the sky. This is my favorite spot, a place to watch the fluffy and cotton candy clouds on the horizon. It’s behind our house, an undeveloped phase in our area where most people take their morning stroll and exercise their dogs early in the morning. And it set me thinking, this laid back life that I am having now must be such a boring thing to most people. I seem to float through life without the usual enthusiasm, without so much perk and socializing has become text messages and occasional calls on my cellphone, moving in and out of this thingy called Facebook, adding and chatting with long lost friends in the process, and yes, writing my thoughts here in WordPress and updating my photoblogs at Multiply. Don’t get me wrong, I cannot abide spending much of my time doing nothing productive.
Six months ago, it was easier to plan everything that I wanted to do. I am one of those who live by some lists on what to buy, where to go, whom to see, what to read, what to cook for dinner or where to spend special occasions for the family. But six months ago, everything changed. Life could be cruel at times when you are not prepared to face what it throws your way. Sometimes, I look back at my life and wonder, what have I to show after all these years?
I was reading a blog by one of my friends regarding the support group called Carewell Community (Cancer Resource and Wellness Community), a non-profit foundation that provides support and hope to persons with cancer by helping them to become more positive and engaged in their fight for recovery. One of these days, I may find the courage to make a visit and share my own plight with fellow cancer patients. The pain might be bearable but the journey is quite difficult. You will never know how to completely empathize with a person who has cancer unless you have experienced the same thing.
I am just a cog in the ocean of life but one thing I learned while undergoing treatment was that, every suffering has its own reward and mine was this – I am stronger now to face challenges, never being afraid of what the outcome of my treatment would be in the future. And I am truly grateful for this experience because after everything that my family and I have been through, it has changed our lives for the better – more loving, more caring and becoming closer together.
“I asked God for strength, that I might achieve.
I was made weak, that I might learn humbly to obey…
I asked for health, that I might do great things.
I was given infirmity, that I might do better things…
I asked for riches, that I might be happy.
I was given poverty, that I might be wise…
I asked for power, that I might have the praise of men.
I was given weakness, that I might feel the need of God…
I asked for all things, that I might enjoy life.
I was given life, that I may enjoy all things…
I got nothing I asked for-but everything I had hoped for.
Almost despite myself, my unspoken prayers were answered.
I am among men, most richly blessed!” 12
– An Unknown Confederate Soldier,
A Creed for Those Who Have Suffered
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