“You must go straight home!” This
phrase continued rolling over my head as I was thinking whether to go to Manila
that night or not. It was Friday night when a traumatic incident happened to
me. Never did I imagine I would be in such hopeless scene that is commonly seen
on TV.
A
small yet audible voice that came from somewhere played over my mind. I know,
in some point, it was God telling me to go straight home, not to explore or to
meet anyone anywhere that night. However, I refused from listening. I just
ignored it. In pursuit to having a “break” after a weeklong work, I decided to
follow what my flesh wanted to do. I went to Manila with a heavy heart.
On
the trail of taking a ride, the small voice became loud and clearer in my
heart. “Go straight home! Go straight home!” it said. I closed my ears from
hearing it, however it almost struggle me from within. It just stopped when I
arrived to that place.
It
was getting dark when I decided to go home. I was nervous. I never had this
feeling before. Someone from nowhere suddenly followed me and captured me from
behind. He has a knife straightly pointing to my side. He grabbed me. He asked
for my money and phone. In fear I surrendered. He pulled me to a dark side, and
got every valuable thing he saw in my bag. I was shaking. I can hardly shout
for help. I was in shock. He got my purse, where I put my salary, and my phone.
I almost fainted. The moment he ran from me, I gradually recovered. I came to
my being by then. I seemed like a crazy boy thinking about the things stole
from me. “Yung phone ko. Yung pera ko.
Paano ako uuwi? WHaaaaaa….” I cried but no tear fell. I asked God why that
thing happened. I almost have given up!
Suddenly,
I was reminded of the small voice telling me to go straight home. I said to
myself, if only I listened to it, I might have not be in that awful hopeless
situation. If only I went straight home, I should have still my phone and my
money with me; I could be safer. I shouted all my lungs out, signaling I wanted
to give up. But, God is too merciful! The moment I almost have ended my life by
crossing the busy street and letting a car hit me, a man approached me. I was
reminded of the SOP. I asked where the nearest Police Station is. He told me the
direction. My fading hope suddenly became stronger. I came about the Police
Station. All the officers noticed me and asked what happened. They did it
without a little condemnation. They comforted me and relaxed my being. I told
them the whole story. They quickly contacted other stations and reported what
had happened. Thirty minutes had passed; they decided to lead me home. But
because of what happened, I was broke. I did not have a single coin in my
pocket. They gave me enough money to go home.
On
my way home, I rode an FX so I would at least safer. The driver saw me shaking.
He noticed it and told me everything will be fine. I was comforted. I came
about home. My mom hugged me and my father patted my back. They asked me what
happened. I told them the story while sobbing. That was traumatic! They comforted
me.
My
mom told me she also had the feeling to text me and said go home straight. She
just didn’t do for she trusted me I would. She said, if only she did that, I
would have not experienced such traumatic incident.
No
one wanted that incident to happen. No one wanted me to be such a situation as
that. No one has to be blame. However, those if only thoughts keep me haunted
of the incident. I can hardly sleep that night. I was traumatized. “Why did it
happen to me?” I asked. I never blame God for what had happened. Instead, I
asked Him what He wants me to learn. I was at peace when I finally realized
that things I supposed to do yet I refused. Yes it’s hard to come to a point it
was all my point, but He comforted me through His mercy and grace. He helped me
accept I lost a lot of material things. In the same moment, He made me realize
He is big enough to replace what I have lost.
Yes,
I lost a big amount of money. Yes, I lost an important thing in my life—my phone.
Yes, I almost have given up and ended my life. But, God is too good! He is!
Though I refused to listen to Him, He never let anyone hurt me, at least,
physically. He never let any worse thing happen to me. I may have lost these
things, but I gained an experience and I learned a lesson: ALWAYS LISTEN TO THAT
SMALL VOICE.
One
thing is for sure; His voice is still audible to those who believe in Him. He
is always guiding us to what He wants us to do and to where He wants us to go.
We should only have to be sensitive and we should always have to obey Him.
Trust Him though the road may seem dark and unsafe. Let Him be the navigator of
your journey, rather than the driver. He know what is best for us! He loves us,
He really does!
