Again... I have proven it. I am blessed. I am lucky. I was completed. I've proven it the second time. It's when we visited the Children's home in FIAT last January 19. It's my second visit there but it feels like the first time. I still don't know how to react; how to deal with them. Every time I enter that place, it feels like I'm in the other world. World where everything is unusual. Once again, I'm with them (children that needs love) just what I am now. We planned to assemble in front of CSC, 8:30 sharp, in waiting shade. We will be going to FIAT as part of our activity in Health Econ. It was raining. I planned to dress up with my black top and jeans and havaianas. I hate that day. Imagine waiting an hour in waiting shade while raining? We waited there for our classmates to come. After an hour, we decided to go. On our way, I still figuring out what will I be going to do. Upon arrival, we headed in the octagon hall. Children were there and we were instructed to interact with them. I approached several kids. We took pictures, played with them, and ate with them. I can't describe mu feelings that time. All I know was I am enjoying the moment with them. While waiting, we were assisted to roam around the orphanage. We first went to sala, there were medals which was according to the superior, it was for children. We headed to the kitchen, bedrooms, nursery, chapel, and play rooms. It's amazing. And there's a feeling of jealousy. And I thought that they were lucky also. But not as lucky as I am I guess. According to the superior, there were around 80 children in their orphanage. Eighty children which was deprived.
I can't define my feelings when I saw the babies. They were not given a chance to be in their own happy family just what I had. They were not given a chance to cherish the essence of complete and happy life. In the earliest stage of their life, they never feel the tender loving care of a mother and a father. They don't even experience the real life outside. Indeed, I am lucky. I am now feeling the guilt. I wished for more. I never think that what I had is enough. And I'm guilty. I'm down the second time. I learned from them the second time that life is truly a gift. A gift that must be cherished and lived happily. And it feels good the second time, realizing the meaning of life at a time. Indeed, I am not worthy to be given another chance because it's too much. I've proven that once I was busy picking up stones while there were gems and diamond around.
It's proven...once again.
