Dear MS reader and friends,
Im sorry to cut the series of the story, "When Scarlet Turns Gray"to give way to the everyday happening I will share with you all before our election day comes. Its just barely four days more to go and its our national election time. But I'll talk about it on different diary post because I wish to share with you all the urgent accident happened yesterday. I will return to the story after the election fever we have. Here's the story.
The story:
Yesterday I was just at home doing a general cleaning for some weeks that I didnt do it. I thought I could finish it early because I have no political meetings to attend to. But my cleaning up stopped when my daughter who is manning our store called up. She told me that my son who is living in our house away from us, texted that there's fire burning some houses already in a nearby street. So right away I went there to see if my son and his wife who just give birth a month ago, were okay.
While riding in the jeep, I wish I could push it fast so we can reached to the place right away. I saw and heard sirens of fire trucks passing by so fast, and cars were giving way to it. I was so tense, I felt butterflies fluttering in my stomach. The traffic adds tension and nervousness to me. Im imagining things like what if my daughter-in-law gets nervous and she will have a relapse. The baby is just a month old and she is just recuperating from giving birth. I was praying to God to save my son and his family and also to other people to save their lives.
I was already approaching the place when I saw 8 to 10 fire trucks lining up the streets. The fire was under control after it has damaged four houses. The streets were flooded with water coming from the fire trucks and by people who were there and some politicians too. Someone told me that my boss, a three termer former mayor and now a mayoralty candidate, was there at the scene earlier, trying to pacify the victims.
I went to check my son if they were okay. And he said that his wife and the baby happened to visit his in-laws, so he was just alone in the house. But he already prepared some of the computers he has for evacuation in case the fire is very near already. My son has an internet cafe in our house, thats why he secured his computer first. When I was sure that he is already safe and my neighbors too, I went to the fire victims and assist them to a place where they can stay for the meantime. My boss, the now Barangay Chairman ordered to open up the day care center to house the victims.
There were two teachers who were with me in the day care center who help the victims. I told my friend to list down their names so we can account how many were victims. There were 41 headcounts of 15 families, composed of adults and children. Some are house owners and some are renters of the four houses that was burned. I called up our disaster office to bring foods for that night and some mats, blankets and milk for the baby. I also contacted the staff of the vice mayor for more additional things necessary at the moment which includes clothes and additional milk. Although some neighbors have given use clothes and towels already.
I can feel their sorrows of loosing their belongings. Some were crying while some were just quiet, maybe cant believe still, that it happened. Some were arguing of how the fire started, because there's rumors that someone did it on purpose for vengeance. They're yelling each other while under investigations. But I didnt mind them anymore since there are people who are attending them. What is important to me I can bring other victims to a safe place to house them.
I went home about 11pm last night after I make sure that they are safe in the center. I feel tired but glad that my day was filled with so much work but its worth it for the day to get busy. I can rest anytime anyway. I thank God that my son were not affected. Its in times like these, that I feel more closer to our Creator and stay humble for being the servant of the needy. I feel that we need not be greedy to share some of our time in cases of emergency when there's an urgency to be of help to other people. Its better to be the helping hand than being a victim. After all life is about giving and sharing. The happiness that you feel inside, that you have done something worth for the day, has no amount of money can pay for it. Its the precious time that you share and a little care that you showed to your fellowmen that makes it worthwhile. They will remember you for what you did, not necessary knowing what's your name. Honestly, last night I feel I fulfilled, something very precious when I see the smiles and gratitude of those people who said "thank you," for what I have done. It maybe little things I have done, but for the victims, its a great help. What is important, I could say, "Thank God, they are ALIVE!"
