” Oh Chiquita! I love you, you know… I cant believe you are so young and so loving doing these kind of job. “ she said to me as we drove off in my car. I had met her just a few months ago, and somehow, she has really adored me.
” You’ve got a degree, you could’ve done so many other things, but you didnt… you know… it’s very touching. ”
I didn’t know how to reply her, so I just smiled.
” Thank you… “
In my mind, I could hear the ego speaks…
” … or maybe, she is just trying to escape and find the easy way out. She’s just a weakling… ”
I never believe the good I have done or contributed by following the path that I followed. For the longest time that I could remember, I have always doubt myself and said, time and time again… that this is perhaps, more than I would ever admit it, some kind of escape… A deviation from what I know some other great things I am capable of doing.
I never believe nor understand the power of my own actions and words… I don’t believe the words and praises she told me. It sounds good, but I don’t think it really applies to me… I think it’s just a bunch of wonderful flattery put together.
” Chiquita… you know, you are a lucky person… They said when you are born in dates that add up to 5 then you are lucky… so like you, born on 14th, 1+4 is 5… or someone born 23rd… “ she proceeded to tell me her beliefs after she asked about my birthday.
Since then, her words have always stuck with me; they set me off to a long winded trail of the memories of how my life has unfolded.
” Am I Lucky? “ I would keep asking myself.
And today, is one of those days that her words ring through my mind.
” Lucky? Heck! I am fucking Blessed! That’s what I am. I am B L E S S E D. ”
” I don’t know what I do right, or wrong… But I know I am very B L E S S E D. Thank You! Thank GOD! “ I hear those whispers in my ears again.