In life, when things don’t go as planned or people fail us, we seek someone to hear us out—either our parents, friends, siblings or special one that knows us more than anyone else.
These are the people we run to when the world seems so unfair, or the world has cut us deep inside.
As for me, I have this set of friends who had stick with me through my most trying times and has been there during my happy moments.
I’m just glad that though we now have gone our separate ways and work on different companies and chasing our own dreams, we gather every now and then, look back, share our stories and experiences, laugh or cry about it, hear their thoughts on things and then go again on our own ways.
These are the friends I run to whenever I feel so low, or whenever I am the happiest. The barkada I am so thankful of having. The buddies I will forever cherish.
Meet my “Colleagues Having Ultimate Chance Hurdling Individualism”—the CHUCHI gang.
“Kuya, please come to the hospital. I met an accident.”
My heart beat suddenly rose from its usual 52 count to nearly a hundred when I heard my sibling’s voice on the other line trembling.
I rushed to her not knowing what really happened and was only guided by the fact that she is in ER alone.
I arrived half an hour later leaving significant amount of uncompleted task at work to attend to my sister.
I was relieved seeing my cousins already there. They came to the rescue when my uncle called them upon hearing the news from me. My cousins related that my sister has a crucial fall in Buendia-Taft while trying to catch a bus going to Makati CBD. And that, this fall might result to a dislocated elbow or worst, a fracture.
An hour in the waiting area seemed like eternity. When I finally heard the doctor’s assessment, I became uneasy–he will do a manual reduction to bring back the humerus (the upper arm bone), the ulna (the larger bone of the forearm) to its original position.
Seeing my sister cringe every time feels like a dagger is being buried deeper into my heart.
I wanted to just doze off and wish that this is all a dream. But reality bit me hard and I can’t do anything but to hold on to Faith and let Him do His miracles.
Six hours in the ER, 3 re-aligning and x-ray sessions were carried out. After finally settling the bill, we were discharged and sent home.
During this ordeal, a few people reached out. And I realized most of these who got my phone ringing in the waiting area are people I have met online. I have shared my life through this past year that I made virtual relationships turn into real ones.
I might not be able to discuss this personally but through this post, I wish to share this story to all of you in its entirety.
And then just this weekend, we both agreed to meet and get to know each other more.
I don’t know what made you so interesting in my eyes and so pleasant to hear in my ears. But whatever it is, it sure made me do one thing crazy—travel more than 120 miles just to see you and be with you.
So here I am, about to take the bus to Baguio… crossing my fingers and crossing the bridge.
No, these are not the people that belongs to India’s caste system. These are not the people who are required to perform tasks that are considered so impure.
I have my own set of untouchables.
These are the people I always talk to. These are the friends to whom I share my thoughts and dreams. These are the persons that I show concern and love.
Yet I cannot even hold their hands during the moments that it is mostly needed. Nor give them a tap on the back during times that a push is needed. Nor hug them tightly because words do not suffice.
Because I only see these people online and I can only be with them on cyberspace. Aside from LOL, ROFL, WB, TC, XOXO and the expressive smileys, I have nothing but archived messages and status updates showing how much I care and how it was reciprocated —it may be written using my cold keypads but I am hoping it reaches them with warm feelings.