I was surprised, actually, that I woke up on my own without the sound of my most-of-the-time-useless alarm; perhaps it's the drive to help. (Doesn't sound like me.. at all.) Thanks to Bourne Legacy's shooting, the road was clear, and tada, I arrived earlier than the call time. Being Filipinos, we left an hour later, but arrived at Rizal just as scheduled. By the time we got there, the kids were already at the Function Hall, all set for the fun day ahead of 'em.. and us. It felt so good to see how the kids' faces lit up when they saw our bus. They gave as flowers us part of the welcoming ceremony, and oh what a delight to be hugged by those tiny, cute hands. Being a child-friendly person, you can't imagine how elated I was.
The first thing we did was Bible Study with Sister Julom, followed by a story telling courtesy of Lowell, and finally, the most interesting part of the day.... Outdoor games!! We played agawan-base, badminton, and I mostly stayed with the boys because there was this cute kid who became my closest buddy and asked me to be his partner. :"> Aww, isn't he sweet?
Right after playing, the kids, together with some parents, had merienda. There was this little boy who kept poking me, asking for water. I felt *how do I put it in a right way* pity over the kid 'cause he really really looked tired, with clothes worn out and wounds all over. So I went inside our bus, took my bottled water, placed it in a plastic cup and had him drink I even gave him my Marie. It wasn't my intention to brag. But this incident made me realize how blessed I am. That moment, I thought to myself, here's a kid who doesn't eat enough, compared to me who wastes food from fancy restaurants. I wish I could do more, probably, given the enough resources I would extend my help. But I'm just a student, also trying to recover with every day's crisis. My hope is with the rest the of the world who has all the resources: HELP. Even in your own little way. Even just for a day. It makes a BIG difference.
