IGME Files

     After scurrying through my termite-ridden papers, here comes a medical finding from the Univ. of the Phil. Infirmary (Infirmatay to some), "no significant findings in the lumbo-sacral spines; no significant findings in the right elbow and right heel."  In layman’s term, I guess, no fracture or any dislocation. 

     This was my second brush at mortality.  It was May 29th of 2002, I had to get my class cards.  A quick vision flashed in my mind I’d be hit by a car.  I didn’t mind.  It became true a half hour later.  It was no ordinary car; it’s a four-wheeled "van" to be exact.  Just as I was about to cross the highway, the red traffic sign became green as I was in the middle of the road.  This van was speeding at about 50 kms per hour.  There was a moment to turn back, but I didn’t.  A little moment of hesitation cost me.  And then bam, I got hit.  Funny.

     The side of the car hit me in the elbow and my heel, my small frame then was just scratched by the van.  I was never really hit. I thought part of my insides would come out, or my limbs would be cut into pieces.  Funny because I "only jogged" in quick small steps a few feet away, like I was flying horizontally.  My other pair of my sandal went a few inches further, so I had to get it.  This was an intersection, so the cars on the other side saw what happened.  The van sped a few meters away then stopped.  A guy in the passenger seat alighted and had a quick look to check that neither my arm or my insides splashed in the pavement, then he went inside again, and the van sped.  Just that.      

    A miracle?  Yes it was.  I got out unscathed.  Not a bruise.  I was only shaking my nerves out of shock and went to the infirmary.

    No.  Not a single "defeat" (the recent was last week) would faze me.  Not an institution, not a group of people would ask me what would be right or wrong for me.  If I’d based the many disappointments in my life, fate would invite me to drink self-pity and self-destruct.  I’ve had that stage, but not now. 

     I played the victim mode too long. 

     And as I go further, there are shadows lurking, believing I won’t get any far.  I have paid my dues.  Not even a speeding van would deter my spirit.  Not a career, a lover or a friend.  Not the world. 

     Have I told you, I’m also listening to Crowded House’ "Don’t Dream It’s Over at Utube while writing this. 

P.S. Thanks to St. Michael, my archangel.  I think he saved me.  I was born under his care.