Always Found Out

I have a subscription to Ron Hutchcraft’s “A Word with You.” Well, sort of. A member of an egroup has and was kind enough to share the word to everyone in the group.

Today’s introductory goes:

A while back I heard a comedy routine that suggested some humorous ways to finish this sentence: "You know you're having a bad day when..." Well, I heard on the news about a man who might be a finalist for the "baddest day of the year" award, and there's nothing humorous about what happened to him. You may remember an Avianca Airlines plane that crashed on Long Island a few years ago. It was a flight from Colombia to New York. Well, this particular Colombian man was seriously injured in the crash. That is a bad day - that's a really bad day. They rushed him to the hospital where it was determined that they would have to do abdominal surgery. And when the surgeons opened him up, they found little plastic bags in his stomach full of cocaine. He was a drug courier, and he had ingested those little bags of cocaine to smuggle them into the country. So after he crashed and then was operated on, he was arrested. Now who would have ever thought he would be found out? He was.

Reminds me of yesterday, which has been very revealing. It was like a culmination of all the stresses of the past week. I couldn’t be more thankful that I reacted the way I did. It has been very strenuous and it was so easy to give in to pride and give up. Thanks to God, I did not. As events unfold, the purpose for each and every ache and anxiety was made clearer. All the hidden angst, tacit insecurities, unspoken fears were all found out.

I wish I could elaborate in a dispassionate manner. Since I could not…silence suffices.

Ron Hutchcraft's story is bad, he said it's not funny, but I don't know, I find it comical.

[Mine was not funny, it was comical. But it lightened my heart's load and made room for humility, patience, understanding and forgiveness.]

à This was supposed to have been posted two months ago. For several reasons I decided against it. Well now, the reason no longer stands. I just hope that the lesson it brought would not escape my mind especially when it counts.

I should have been more prudent in making important decisions and a lot wiser in assessing the real intents of people. I could not all together put the blame on myself. I want to be fair to myself this time. Guilt-trip has been killing me for years now. Enough already. I should give myself some respect. I must stand by my convictions. I must recognize that I have no control over everything. It was a risk I took. I put my trust on people. Enough that I found out that not all people would deliver to the vows they make. That is that. I did my part. No regrets. Abuse must not be tolerated. Dignity, cautiously differentiated from pride, must be protected. It should suffice that I am walking away with self-respect. It has been a worthy learning experience. Pain will subside in time.

As if I haven’t witnessed one too many promises broken- being in the crux of Philippine politics. Hehehe. (This is an improvement, I actually found myself humored by my own crack. Thumbs up to myself. Hahaha. Not bad, no? :P)

I just need to remind myself that while it is important to trust others, it is equally important not to deliberately dismiss the smallest signals of insincerity. I failed to raise the red flag sooner: Sooner would have saved a lot of tears.

Well, what’s done is done. We are where we are.

Life goes on.

Help me, God.