The only reason why i didnt take up nursing is because i have a phobia in blood. Yes, there is a part of me that wants to take up nursing for practicality's sake. Dollars, cars, mansion, name it, then a nurse can have it. Following the whisper of my heart, here I am taking up Mass Communication. Afterall, this is my passion. Life!
My life is concentrated on the four walls of Guy Hall. The old building serves as my training ground as I continue to quest for excellence as mass media practitioner.
My anger and pain to all nurses goes down deep into my bones. Why are those people taking that stupid course? Why? Et al.
A beautiful Sunday excites me to wake up early to attend a retreat of a religion class. The fact that it is a required activity for the class; and the truth that my crush is attending. Then here I come playing such immoral act of flirting just to get the attention of Samuel. Eventually my attention turn to other things - the scenery was great. The bridge, the river, the sea, the cottages gave me the nerve to appreciate the beauty of the world. The cold wind that blew my face gives me a courage to move on and forget about Joey. At least, in one way or the other I stay away from thinking of him, which will end up of being afraid in the future that we can never be together.
Being confused with religion and spirituality, I was challenged with something that renew my entire self . The meditations calm me down, and refresh my mind from the stress. Yes, the purpose of the retreat was successful on my side. The 250 peso contribution was worth it.
Finally we reached the end of the retreat. He drove his motor alone. As I watched him getting farther from me. A loud noise crashed the serenity of the place. I rushed to the place where the noise came from. I cannot believe that it was him lying in blood along the street. The incident was fast. I can’t even recall how did I get there and most of all how did I ended up hugging him with his bloody clothes. I hold his hand as tight as tight as I could, I can feel his breath as I go near him holding his head. My tears just feel from my eyes, And I cannot control my emotion but just sob in sadness. Just as I arrived at the hospital, my heart was beating like the beat of drums in a festive event of Sinulog event. The next thing I knew he is in a choma state. I cant help but ask the doctor the condition. " He's on the stage 7 of critical condition." What is the posibility of it? Possibilty? He will die.
My vision became blurred- it was a black sunday.
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