My World: Chapter Three

Last Saturday, we were asked to come back to school for our Values Ed. Culminating Activity. It was unlike any usual days. By the end of the day, we all ended up crying. Well, most of us. I kinda expected the crying scene. So, I pretty much didn't give my all back there. It was way, too embarrassing. Anyway, we all shared the same "jumpy" mood until the end of the day. After the activity, most of my friends and I went to SM to slack off a bit and unwind. All of us had fun. Then, in one very unexpected moment, I saw news in front of me. With very little details that aren't even accurate. 

My friend called me and tried to verify if it's really our past English teacher she saw coming out of the Flip-flops shop. Our teacher, as I remembered, had been with us when we were in sixth grade. She was very kind, and somehow good at teaching. She's a kind of teacher that I think could surpass any level of standard. For that, I admire her. I naturally believed that she would become a great teacher someday. But in one unforgettable instance, I happened to see her with a few people, holding a baby, wearing a plain and shabby shirt paired with a seemingly authentic shorts, and a pair of rubber slippers. She was carrying a bag that looks like a baby-provider-keeper. While her companions looked somehow well-groomed and elite. 
Believe me, I really don't want to make silly, false assumptions, but the thought about the possible resonances keep on running through my head. It's just very disturbing. 

What if one day, you treat a person with such respect knowing a predictable profession lies ahead of them, and then the next thing you'll know, you'd end up meeting them again working for someone, or doing jobs that don't seem to fit their portfolios when they were still in college, or just walking around collecting garbage. Not that you don't show respect anymore, but just think about what they've become. I'm not stressing out that these kinds of  occupations are somehow below the belt. What I'm trying to say is, it's such a pity seeing people that were so productive, so witty, so reliable beforehand. Yet again, they end up at a future that I never expected seeing them in. I want to believe that they're happy, that they somehow chose this future of theirs. Whatever the case, I just want to express the gratitude I have for them. For being such strong individuals. I'm pretty sure they've overcome strange obstacles before they thoroughly settled in their chosen path. And I'm positive that God personally picked them up in their past line of life, and carefully placed them to the line where they belong. God knows better. And he ought to have a better plan for our future than we have for ourselves. Just make sure to cling to him at all times, and nothing can possibly go wrong. :)