VOF WEEK 4: (MY DREAM SAYS, "CATCH ME IF YOU CAN!")
Daddy walked me out in the national park, I was 2. He was holding my right hand since my left hand was busy holding an ice cream on stick. On our way home, Dad told me that I saw a street child asking for food. I then requested him to give some money so that the kid would be able to buy food. He said I begged him to bring the kid home with us. My reason, as he recounted that instance, was that, “it is not right to see a kid on the street without any of his parents to hold his hand because it’s dangerous and to buy him food in case he gets hungry.” I asked my dad why he didn’t bring the kid home, and how did he avoid me throwing tantrums for not saying yes to my request. He said that instead of saying no, he gave me a problem to solve. He said, “If we bring him home, you have to bring every street kid you will see because it’s unfair to pick him and not the other kids. If you do that, you will not be able to sleep comfortably in your bed because you will not have a space. Why don’t you ask your guardian angels to help you find a solution?”
Honestly, I can’t remember this instance but it’s good to know that dad remembered and reminded me of that childhood problem. I’m sure, I didn’t sleep that night because I was demanding my guardian angels to talk back to me and give me an answer right away, like a spoiled brat who would not accept “no” for an answer.
Right now, I still don’t know how to make every child on the street housed, stuffed, and supported even by a surrogate parent/s. But I know in the future, I will have my own center that will cater to at least 10 children out of misery. I know that I can definitely convince some friends to support this cause. Now, I realize that my childhood dream is to become a mother to the neglected, not to share their misery but to give them comfort and love whenever I can.
I don’t have the money to manifest my dream now but in time, I will have a clearer vision of how it’s going to be. For now I’m content to share positive energies to people I meet; to show support when they need it; and to make them feel good about themselves like they should.
I should not be a Correspondent because I have something better to say, since everybody has something important to say. I should not be a Correspondent because I feel I’m privileged and have a stronger voice than most because I don’t know that; I don’t want to assume.
So why do I want to be a World Pulse Correspondent?
Checking the dictionary for meaning. Correspondence (Etymology): Harmony. Agreement. Similarity. Together. To Answer. Communication. Letter.
World Pulse calls to women, like me; and everything connected to her, like everybody and everything else. I want to be a Correspondent because I heed the call.
Being a Correspondent, I’d like to be in harmony with the women around the world. I would like to be agreeable; to find similarity despite the diverse backgrounds whether it’s in our vision, our story or our dreams; to be together with the rest of the people even with small or vast spaces in between; to answer when I’m asked and to listen where I must; to communicate and connect; and to write letters, the open-secret passion I dare re-awaken and focus on.
Yes, I am a weaver.
Yes, I am a diviner.
Yes, I am a blogger.
Yes, I am a dream catcher.
Yes, I am happy, happy to know that it’s all true.