I LOST IT!

Tuesday midnight’s rains were horrific. Sure, there were no howling echoes like that of Milenyo, the Sept ‘06 super typhoon has brought us, yet it still gave me the same chills Milenyo had me last year. The tent we’re loitering at the middle of the street that night was swerving. The then already ebbing flood tripled again with the big heavy drops of sky tears.  It was really something to BLOG about. It’s 3am when that happened and I swore to myself that if the rains don’t stop or at least subside in the morning, then, NO OFFICE DAY for me!

Since I was raised in the land of broken promises, I still went to the office at 730 and worked til a little past 5 since I have to attend to my church obligations at 6, Wednesday night. It practically rained the whole day and I swam my way going to and leaving the office. I only had a couple hours of sleep and I decided to rest my eyes a bit while I was at the air conditioned AYALA LOOP passenger jeepney. It’s alright for me to do that because I have my cell phone, that’s usually on my hand, already zipped inside my bag safely. My tri-fold umbrella was securely tucked in between my legs and my wristwatch like no other was latched at my left arm, which I inserted inside my jacket’s side-pocket [rhyme eh!?]

Time to disembark at St Andrew’s Parish… The door was opened for me by a very good man since it was dark inside the jeepney that makes it hard to find the door lever. After I said my thanks, I went down the street hastily since it was, again, pouring kingkongs and godzillas that I had to run going inside the church. I heard somebody calling, but since it was raining really hard, I hardly understood what was being shouted, and of course, I just ignored. When I was already close to the church entrance, as I turn right from the parking area, I saw a man in red tri-fold umbrella; folded baggy pants, white-collared shirt and slippers waving at me. At first I thought it’s someone I know from the church, but as we went closer together, I noticed that he’s waving with my wallet on his hand. OMG! I forgot to keep it inside my bag pocket after paying the driver which is very unusual for me.

My eyes widened and I felt the chills at the back of my neck when I identified that that wallet is really mine. I am again, super grateful to this man, who at the very least, took time to run after me even if it’s not his stop yet just to give me back the wallet I irresponsibly lost for 60 seconds.

And yes, this man is the same man who opened the jeepney door for me that I said thanks to. This man whose good deed didn’t get unpunished; since he faced the high water just like I did is a gift to people who need such heroes. Whoever you are, again, my heartfelt thanks, man.

I didn’t offer him money cause I thought it would insult the person just the same way I would feel if I’d run after a person who will accidentally leave his wallet. Also, I didn’t have Pinoy cash inside my wallet except from the remaining coins left not even enough to get him to another jeep. Haha. What makes my wallet very valuable aside from my ATM cards, IDs, doctor’s prescriptions and some HK dollars is my picture with SM Tina and Superfriend Idjea. Bwahaha!

Good Samaritans exist. If there’s something I lost that day, it would have to be my skepticism that honest guys don’t wear beard. Peace \m/. Haha.

That’s my little swearing not to go to work the night before prophesied.