Sunday, March 02, 2008 Marcial: Google it By Gladys Lalaine G. Marcial My Turn
LAST Sunday, I went to mass and was late for the sermon. I decided not to go inside our church because I was late. I felt that it was disrespectful to be late for mass and disturb the other church members who were there early. I didn't want to look like I went there for a grand entrance.
After the mass, I handed my alms to the pastor. My grandmother was waiting for me in her car to give me a ride home, but my grandfather called me and told me he'd be the one to take me home so he could see the new house I am renting. I told my grandmother that I was hitching with gramps.
On our way home, gramps and I were very quiet. I didn't know what mood he was in so I carefully thought of what I could say to him that wouldn't ruin his day. At the back of my mind I had a conversation going. I was thinking he'd break the monotony by asking me how my business was doing. Then I would reply him, "Not so good." Then he would ask "Why? People don't like your coffee?
"I don't think it's that. I think people just want to be somewhere else drinking beer. Some I think want to be in places where they could people watch," I replied. Then he'd say his usual line when he's at my coffee shop that people should like your coffee best. And, maybe if it were nearer to the city, people would keep coming back to you.
But that's not how the conversation went. I told him that business was bad the past weeks and asked about his alcoholic son. He vented out his feelings and somehow I got his point. He talked about what happened after his son got out of the rehabilitation center and finished his story before we got to my gate.
After dropping me off, thoughts were running around my head. Mostly of conversations with people close to me that I had this week. People seemed to be in a bad situation that everyone who dropped by my house were venting out their problems. It was a good thing I was busy painting the house that I forgot about all my problems for a week. Now I sit in solitude in my front porch and all my problems just came sinking in. To my surprise, I don't have any problems that concern my emotions. Everything's just financial. But nowadays I think who doesn't have one? But all these shall pass.
I just wish that all problems could be solved with a duct tape. Wouldn't it be a lot easier for people if they could just put the pieces of their broken hearts with glue or pay bills with a credit card without a bill? A friend sent me a message on my messenger and told me his girlfriend left him because he splashed water on her face because she wasn't paying attention while he was talking to her. He asked me how to win her back. I suggested a couple of things but he said he's already done all of what I have mentioned. So I just told him, "Well, maybe you can Google that. They might have the answers to your questions."
When you got problems most people will tell you that you'll get over it or that other people are facing worst problems than you are, but when it's happening to you, it can feel like no one else in the world has ever felt the same way. It takes time for sadness to go away. Almost everyone thinks they won't feel normal again, but the human spirit is amazing and the heartbreak that problems cause always heals after a while. But how long will that take? Sometimes the sadness that one feels is so deep or lasts so long that a person may need some extra support. So just be patient with yourself or your friends, and let the healing begin slowly. It may take a while but like I said, the human spirit is amazing.
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