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Wednesday, May 25, 2011

I want to help

Over three years ago, after I graduated from College, I met my cousin's American fiance. We've been talking for hours and he asked what my plans were now that I graduated and what I wanted to do in life.

Being naive and honest, I told him that I would take the board exam and if I do pass, I would look for a job and hopefully I could work abroad. We all know that working abroad pays more and that you could actually get rich.

And being the idealistic kid that I was, I told him I wanted to be a missionary and help people around the world. I also told him that I wanted to be a Red Cross volunteer.

I thought he would be happy.

Instead, he told me that I am so idealistic and naive. And that I would just be wasting my time.

Of course I got upset.

But his words did not dampen my spirit.

At present, I am unemployed again. But this year, I'm hoping this would change after my Australian Trip.

And my dream to help would materialize. I just need that one reply saying that my help is appreciated and wanted.

I need that sign. I need that chance to help.

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Gone Too Soon

It's just Facebook.

But somehow, it has connected people around the world, whether they knew each other before it became popular or they just met in the hottest social networking site up to date.

When I was new in FB way back early 2008, I would accept everyone who invites me. Thus, I have more than a thousand friends. But I stopped accepting people I don't know.

One of the people I've accepted was Michael Caccioppa. I don't even know how to pronounce his last name. We became friends March of last year and we were exchanging mails while I was in Singapore. Coincidentally, he was there too.

I checked his profile and I was doubtful as to his real appearance. For me, he was too good to be true. I mean, come on. He was hot. Well, he was a model, afterall.

He told me he loved the Philippines and he actually had a charity that has been helping poor children in our country.

I let it pass.

So I asked a common friend whom he shared a very unique bond. They were close. And she told me some things about him, thereby, verifying his identity.

And he went on with his life of modeling, charities, jet-setting and law school. And I went on with mine.

Last February he posted on my wall, commented on my photos. He loved to connect with people he knows. And I actually appreciated his gestures. From that, I could see that he was a good man, a great man perhaps.

At a young age, he was able to do a lot of good things like help a lot of needy children not just in our country but to some other third world countries as well. He and his family have changed the lives of the people they have met and helped.

And I admire him for that.

But God has other plans for him. He passed away a few days ago, shocking the cyberworld.

It was indeed a tragedy to lose someone so good at a young age.

But I've said this before and I'm saying this again, Who are we to question God's plans?

Death, however untimely, intentional, due to illness or old age, is part of our life, and if it's really your time to go, you have to go, no matter what.

Of course we can not help but feel the loss and ask why him?

Maybe, just maybe, he has served his purpose here on earth. After all the goodness and the great things he has done.

One thing that boggles my mind is that, had he not died, would we have the chance to have met here in Cebu? He was planning to settle down here after all.

I would have loved to have met such a wonderful guy.
I knew he was coming here. I just put it aside because I had some things to attend to back home and I had to go away on a short trip with my family.

I truly regret not being able to meet the guy and show him Cebu even though he had been here many times.

But I will make it up to him. I will help his family here. I may not have the financial resources but I have enough time and effort to help.

For being the man that he was, he showed me the better things in life, and he inspired me to be a better person.

Michael Caccioppa, May you rest in peace.
An Angel in Disguise


xoxo,
dee