Stories Category

Saturday, November 21st, 2009

People get old, but love shouldn't

Couple still in loved even without hair, even how old they are.

Couple still in love even without hair, even how old they are.

Eventually, every one of us – no matter how young we are now, we will get old. We will have white hairs and we will have wrinkles here in there and yet, we cannot stop it because it is part of being human. But what’s worst if you have someone dearly to you who have illnesses such as cancer.

Cancer is deadly and we all know that very well, but it doesn’t mean we should feel pity for that someone we love, we must think positive and give them support, we must make them feel that no matter what happens we’re there, right?

Often times, victims of cancer undergo chemotherapy to have a longer life but because of these they lose hair.

Sadly, some look at them differently once they see them without hair; they forget inner beauty and treat them as if they are an outcast, as if they’re someone they don’t know:(

And that is wrong!

We must stop this kind of treatment, they are people – fighting for their lives, fighting for their right to live longer and spend more time here with us. Shouldn’t we at least make them feel loved? Make them feel comfortable, and if you can, have let them have a hair replacement surgery. Their confidence will come back and along with that, it’s best you treat them with so much love.

Wouldn’t the world be a better place if everyone knew what the beauty of life is?

…and for me, that is LOVE.

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Sunday, September 13th, 2009

A glimpse of hope…

She stared blankly as she walked. All that she could remember was the scene when he was shouting out her. “It’s over! I’m so tired of this relationship! We’re just always fighting and arguing!” And then he left.

It was dreadful, and all she could wish was things to be okay soon – no matter how clueless she was how that would be possible. She walked and walked, until she couldn’t just walk anymore and cried. As tears fell down her cheeks or she could do was remember how vague every memory was.

All that she could ever remember was every sweet word he once said “I won’t leave you, I’ll always be here”. All she could remember was all his promises, but now all she could do is be numb because everything went too fast, and now he went away.

It’s as if the world had fallen because he was her everything. Everyday, he’d come and fetch her from home. He’d treat her for lunch, would tell her funny stories that made her laugh. Everyday he carried her heavy things; he’d warm her up with his embrace when she felt cold. And during the days she was sick he was there to cheer her up and take care of her. But now, every thing seems hopeless.

As the memories played on rewind in her head, she didn’t realize that she got to the church. It melted her heart to tears even more when she noticed someone at the church was having a wedding. Once, it was their dream to get married there. At that place, they made a vow their cherished moment was to be there. But all she can do now is watch as her dream fade away, and burst into tears.

She cried so much she didn’t notice everything around her. She cried and cried, and didn’t mind all the people who looked at her, until a stranger sat next to her.

“Hey miss, take this.” The guy was giving her a handkerchief, but she declined and just looked at him with wonder. She was afraid he was some kidnapper but to her he wasn’t. “You can talk to me if you need someone to talk to you know.” He talked and while she was only listening, still crying.

“You must’ve lost hope too huh? Me too…”
He continued on and didn’t mind the girl.

“I’ve been looking for a job for a long time now. But I still haven’t found any.”
She assumed he was some new graduate, but what bugged her is why he was talking to her.

“Don’t lose hope. He listens. He’s there you know, you’ll get through everything.”

She cried at the thought of what he said. Yes, God was there. And she can be strong. Even without her so called boyfriend. She can be better. She can…

“Excuse me sir” Another voice came in. But this time, this person is familiar.

It was him; he pulled her hand and took her to another seat. And he had these kind eyes. Kind eyes she was longing for.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry I hurt you. It’s just that I lost my temper, please forgive me?”

And she couldn’t do anything anymore when she heard this.

“But you said we’ve broken up?” Tears fell down her face again.

“Did I?” He said.

“I forgot I did, so please don’t cry now baby?” He embraced her as he pleaded sorry.

She cried again but this time, tears of joy. They talked a bit and she mentioned about the guy.

“Beside you? Well, I saw an old guy.”

“No, the guy was only about ten years older than us!”
She pointed back to where she was sitting but they didn’t see anything.

“Oh, he must have left already. But I swear…”

“Come on, let’s go home. It’s raining. Maybe He went by to tell you something.”

He pulled me close to him and walked out of the church, I kept on thinking…I wonder who he was?

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