Full of disabled man begging on the street, Homeless people searching for shelter, a ragged child seeking for parents to protect and guide him, a lonely kid looking for friends. I was so close of becoming one of them but luckily someone came to rescue me. I am blessed with a beautiful name Amanda, complete senses. I have treasures that cannot be replaced by material things who are my friends, parents and siblings. We're neither rich nor poor but we can afford our daily needs. I got all the attention of my teachers and friends except for my parents.
One day, on my graduation day, I woke up so early and prepare my gown. I am so eager to see my batch mates wearing togas, spending each moment full of boisterous laughter and taking pictures together. As I ran out to my room I saw my mom rushing for something. My mom then apologizes for she can't attend my graduation because my baby brother is attending field trip. So I waited for my dad to come down but a note on the refrigerator caught my attention. I read it and saw a message from my dad saying sorry. He can't attend my graduation too because he'll be going to Cebu for an important meeting. I felt so terribly bad and heartbreaking. Tears went down to my cheeks. Instead of being so happy during my graduation I've been pondering things on why they're treating me like adopted. I feel like I am abandoned because there a lot of evidences and reasons for me to think that I'm not their daughter.
After the graduation I planned to leave home and stay away from home. I thought staying away from home is a better idea. The night after the party I packed my things with tears flowing down to my cheeks and feeling confident in the outside but deep inside I'm scared with my fast heartbeat. As I went out the main door I glance again to my house and all I can recall are the memories when I feel miserable. I am confident at first but as I go on I saw people with no shelter. I saw kids playing so happily but so ragged, no slippers, torn clothes and looking so haggard. I feel so sad for them. I don't know why I felt the same way they feel. Little by little I felt so nervous. A beggar with torn pants and has only one old shoe with disabled hands came and approach me and asked me if I run out and leave home and I say yes. When I say yes, he cried and holds my hand and talked to me. He then told me that he also run out and leaves home. He told me that it would be so difficult for me to adjust especially when you get used to of having what you wanted to have like material thing or could be love from your family. He told and scare me that I'll be like him, so poor and hopeless, if I won't go back and still stick to my decision to stay away from home. I stared at him while he was talking. I looked at him closely in the eye and saw nothing but sorrow in his eyes. I gave him a piece of bread and water then he gave me back a smile. As I walk, I passed by in a church and went inside to seek for help to God because I'm confused, he's my only hope. As I went inside the church I imagined myself wearing the same clothes of the beggar asking for answers to my questions. While I'm praying, I come up with a thought that the beggar is God. Because the man is making me feel that I got the wrong decision. From that moment, I realized that the beggar is God's sign for me to go back that it's not too late for me to correct my wrong decision. Its midnight and the street are so discreet. After I went to church I ran quickly as I could back home. Shockingly I saw my dad parking our car in our garage. I was so nervous of the reaction of my father. But I put in my mind that I need not to keep my emotions longer. I need to be honest with them. I need to understand them. Confidently, I went inside the gate and hug my dad tightly. Full of sad tears went down to my cheeks. He then talked to me and I told him exactly what I feel. My father told my mother and so they did understand me.They apologized to me for not attending to my graduation day. And they say it's natural to be jealous.
I am glad to be home. I realized that I was wrong. Compare to those kids in the street you must be happy with your life because you have your parents and peaceful life and a happy family. You must be happy because you are blessed with wonderful things in life. Because of what I did that night, I was inspired to plan some charitable works and I successfully did. The beggar with torn pants and has only one old shoe with disabled hands was with me, talking to me laughing so happily because of the help I offered. He cried so hard and thanked me. He hugged me and I said " I thank you too for inspiring me to come back and correct my wrong doings". The old man smile back and I whispered to myself " You helped me learn and see through things which I cannot see and I know it's you, God". Thank you God for sending someone to rescue me.
