Good Morrrning!
7:53 AM / Comments (0) / by {C-Q Family}
I'm up early today! Wanna know why? Well, I got hungry. And I admit - FOOD is the only thing that can drag me out of bed this early. LOL! I guess it's true when they say that when you're pregnant with a boy you have a heartier appetite. In my case, I can eat up to 8x a day - 2 BIG meals and 6 small ones. And while blogging this, I just finished my first meal of the day - Goldilocks ensaymada with macapuno and a glass of milk with 2 teaspoons of Hershey's syrup. Yum! But I'm not full yet. I need another round of milk. I'll be right back here after a refill. See yah in a bit!
A Touching Story
8:51 PM / Comments (0) / by {C-Q Family}
So I walked to the door and knocked. 'Just a minute', answered a frail, elderly voice. I could hear something being dragged across the floor. After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her 90's stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940s movie. By her side was a small nylon suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets. There were no clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils on the counters. In the corner was a cardboard box filled with photos and glassware. 'Would you carry my bag out to the car?' she said. I took the suitcase to the cab, then returned to assist the woman.
She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb. She kept thanking me for my kindness. 'It's nothing', I told her. 'I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother treated'. 'Oh, you're such a good boy', she said. When we got in the cab, she gave me an address, and then asked, 'Could you drive through downtown?' 'It's not the shortest way', I answered quickly. 'Oh, I don't mind', she said. 'I'm in no hurry. I'm on my way to a hospice'. I looked in the rear-view mirror. Her eyes were glistening. 'I don't have any family left', she continued. 'The doctor says I don't have very long'. I quietly reached over and shut off the meter. 'What route would you like me to take?' I asked.
For the next two hours, we drove through the city. She showed me the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator. We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when they were newlyweds. She had me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl. Sometimes she'd ask me to slow in front of a particular building or corner and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing. As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, 'I'm tired. Let's go now'.
We drove in silence to the address she had given me. It was a low building, like a small convalescent home, with a driveway that passed under a portico. Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up. They were solicitous and intent, watching her every move. They must have been expecting her. I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door. The woman was already seated in a wheelchair.
'How much do I owe you?' she asked, reaching into her purse.
'Nothing', I said
'You have to make a living', she answered.
'There are other passengers', I responded. Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug. She held onto me tightly.
'You gave an old woman a little moment of joy', she said.
'Thank you'.
I squeezed her hand, and then walked into the dim morning light. Behind me, a door shut. It was the sound of the closing of a life.
I didn't pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly lost in thought. For the rest of that day, I could hardly talk. What if that woman had gotten an angry driver, or one who was impatient to end his shift? What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away?
On a quick review, I don't think that I have done anything more important in my life. We're conditioned to think that our lives revolved around great moments. But great moments often catch us unaware-beautifully wrapped in what others may consider a small one.
PEOPLE MAY NOT REMEMBER EXACTLY WHAT YOU DID, OR WHAT YOU SAID, BUT THEY WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER HOW YOU MADE THEM FEEL.
She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb. She kept thanking me for my kindness. 'It's nothing', I told her. 'I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother treated'. 'Oh, you're such a good boy', she said. When we got in the cab, she gave me an address, and then asked, 'Could you drive through downtown?' 'It's not the shortest way', I answered quickly. 'Oh, I don't mind', she said. 'I'm in no hurry. I'm on my way to a hospice'. I looked in the rear-view mirror. Her eyes were glistening. 'I don't have any family left', she continued. 'The doctor says I don't have very long'. I quietly reached over and shut off the meter. 'What route would you like me to take?' I asked.
For the next two hours, we drove through the city. She showed me the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator. We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when they were newlyweds. She had me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl. Sometimes she'd ask me to slow in front of a particular building or corner and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing. As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, 'I'm tired. Let's go now'.
We drove in silence to the address she had given me. It was a low building, like a small convalescent home, with a driveway that passed under a portico. Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up. They were solicitous and intent, watching her every move. They must have been expecting her. I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door. The woman was already seated in a wheelchair.
'How much do I owe you?' she asked, reaching into her purse.
'Nothing', I said
'You have to make a living', she answered.
'There are other passengers', I responded. Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug. She held onto me tightly.
'You gave an old woman a little moment of joy', she said.
'Thank you'.
I squeezed her hand, and then walked into the dim morning light. Behind me, a door shut. It was the sound of the closing of a life.
I didn't pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly lost in thought. For the rest of that day, I could hardly talk. What if that woman had gotten an angry driver, or one who was impatient to end his shift? What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away?
On a quick review, I don't think that I have done anything more important in my life. We're conditioned to think that our lives revolved around great moments. But great moments often catch us unaware-beautifully wrapped in what others may consider a small one.
PEOPLE MAY NOT REMEMBER EXACTLY WHAT YOU DID, OR WHAT YOU SAID, BUT THEY WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER HOW YOU MADE THEM FEEL.
Winter is Here!
11:49 PM / Comments (0) / by {C-Q Family}
Took this shot this morning... Winter is definitely here!
Good Morning!
2:48 PM / Comments (0) / by {C-Q Family}
Hello everyone! How's your day so far?
As for me, same as usual, it started out LATE coz you know me I'm a night owl so I always sleep and wake up late. Hehe. Well, this is one of the perks of not having kids in the house yet but a couple of months from now, I know it will be different. As in... a whole lot different! Well, some say it's hard but for my lil munchkin and my hubby dear... I will do everything for them.
Okay.. enough drama.. haha! I better get going. I have a lot of tasks ahead of me and I need to be out later to surprise hubby with a cup of hot choco and sandwich for his snacks at work.
As for me, same as usual, it started out LATE coz you know me I'm a night owl so I always sleep and wake up late. Hehe. Well, this is one of the perks of not having kids in the house yet but a couple of months from now, I know it will be different. As in... a whole lot different! Well, some say it's hard but for my lil munchkin and my hubby dear... I will do everything for them.
Okay.. enough drama.. haha! I better get going. I have a lot of tasks ahead of me and I need to be out later to surprise hubby with a cup of hot choco and sandwich for his snacks at work.
Holy Chocolatey!
10:47 PM / Comments (0) / by {C-Q Family}
Guess what!? Someone left a bag of chocolates outside our door this afternoon and I have no idea where and who it's from. Must be an early present from Santa... but I hope not coz I didn't ask for chocolates. I want something bigger and something that will last for many years. What is it? Only old Nick knows. Haha!
Well, anyway, whoever left the sweet treats on our door.. I thank you with all my heart. You really made my day. And I'm wishing and hoping that it's not the last one. LOL!
Well, anyway, whoever left the sweet treats on our door.. I thank you with all my heart. You really made my day. And I'm wishing and hoping that it's not the last one. LOL!
