ME, MYSELF AND I

I know all of you did not know how cruel life being independent.  It is the hardest thing I have experience in my entire life and I am proud of it because it made me strong.  I will never forget this chapter that pass through in my life not only in my mind but also in my heart.

I am a working student and I’m employed for more than three years in a fast-food chain in Libis, Quezon City.  My life is like an air pot, full of pressures, in our house, in my work, in school and even in my relationship with other people.  I can’t stop thinking of what will happen if one of my responsibilities and obligation has ended or stop here.  Does my future end in what I don’t expect?  Does my conscience find me at the end of the road and tell me that there are so many opportunities have been wasted because of giving up in life and ask me if this will be the end?  And I think it’s not…

My journey started when I realized that education is indeed the best treasure that parents can give to their children, but what if your parents doesn’t know the implication of having a degree. 

When I was in elementary my grandmother visited us in Antipolo and I found out that she is a grade school teacher in Albay, Bicol.  She’s become my inspiration to fight and face all the obstacles and problems that come my way.  That’s why even though I am now three years older to my classmates; I show them how eager I am to finish my studies and have a degree, especially when my grandmother died last year.  When she died, I started thinking again on why this thing happened to me?  That of all the people, why she? I even questioned God’s inequality. 

Then I suddenly realized that I didn’t question God when he gave me a perfect life.  When I still in grade school, I was enrolled in an exclusive school in Antipolo.  My father is working then as a successful manager in one of the biggest and respectable company in town.  We are the perfect picture of a happy family.  We owned our house; we have an expensive car, a good school, lot of toys, nice dress and everything we want.  And yet forgot thanking God for all those blessings.

I was in grade 6 when my father lost his job because of his pride, from a manager he become a tricycle driver.  He started to sell our appliances while my mother still trying to cope up with our everyday needs. Because of the financial problem that our family encountered me and my other siblings forced to live with my grandmother in the province.  We started to lose our trust to my father because of what he did to our family. 

After a year when all the hopes are gone, my father was hired by a business millionaire.  That businessman let my father handle one of his businesses.  My father bring us back to Antipolo to make our family complete once again.  I am very glad to what my father did this time, everything’s went back to normal but there’s one thing did not change… his pride,  the pride that almost destroy our family, the family that he and my mom build. 

I just want to share how hard being a working student.  A student in the morning and an ordinary worker at night.