Just want to share a little of my story how I started from the bottom. I know everyone is wondering if do i also experience the hardships in life? Of course I do. Worser than what you think. Just like everyone who graduated in college, I also want to find a job as soon as possible. I want to become independent. I want to show to my parents that I could already support myself. So after graduation, I left our province to find my luck in the city..in Manila.. as what the poet describe.. Manila is a city in the middle of the forest where wild animals are ready to tear you down if given a chance. But Manila is also a place where countrypeople dreamed of going to find their luck. And I’m one of them.. a country-girl who believes that the grass is greener on the other side of the pastures. To make the long story short, I went in manila bringing all my credentials and few cash in hand.. enough to go back home if ever I didn’t find my luck in the city. Manila is 22 hours away from my province via ship. I prefer taking a ship cuz I want to think longer if where to go as soon as I arrive there. No relatives. No close friends. I went there alone… all by myself. While at the pier, I saw a long time friend. She was waiting there to fetch one of her relatives, coincidentally same ship I took in. She asked me why I was there. I told her I will find a job. She asked me if I already have a place to stay. I said No (but praying she would offer her place). Seems like she read my mind, she offered me to stay with her together with her siblings in one small roof. I was relieved! I felt she was a God-sent to me. But that’s not the end of my story. I have to learn how to get along with all her relatives living under that same roof. And it’s hard. I’m not used to it. I’m not used to do household chores for anyone. Because in our home, someone was doing that for me. But I have to. No choice. Looking for a job is not easy. I thought if you have the credentials and the diploma, you can already find a job easily. But no… its not. Days passed, I still couldn’t find one. I have only few money left. I have to eat one meal only in a small eatery just to survive a day on the street looking for a job. I felt pity on myself. I cried a bucket. But going back home was never an option for me that time. I don’t want to go back home a failure. During one of my walks of finding a job, one beggar came to me, asking for some money .. according to her, she will use the money to pay for her fare because she wanted to go back home to her province. I asked her how much the fare costs, she told me the amount and I was shocked, It’s equivalent to a 3 square meals for me that time! I was in dilemma whether I will give her part of the amount she needed only, or not anymore. But in the end, i gave her the exact amount. I told to myself, God will never leave me. When I handed the money, the woman was so thankful to me. She even asked of my address so that when she arrived in her hometown, she would send me some fruit crops. But i told her, “don’t bother grandma, just pray for me that i could find a job.” I was in tears saying that. She was in deep gratitude that she offered a prayer for me that very moment and assured me that God will surely answer my prayers. Later that afternoon, i found a job. Coincidence? No, it was God working. So, this is a part of my story. The rest is history. Goodnight everyone. God bless!
Posted on: Tue, 08 Apr 2014 17:54:30 +0000
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