Humbled
Wednesday, September 27th, 2006Two weeks of school have come and gone and I’m battling a bad case of cold. Last Sunday, I woke up as if my body weren’t my own and my head and vision were spinning. The day after, I still mustered all the energy I had just to go to work. The fact that I have carried on three teaching hours and still managed to attend a three-hour meeting after made me feel more miserable than ever. I despise the rainy days and all the air-borne bacteria and viruses they bring. The irony of it all: I am religiously taking my Vitamin B, C and E pills everyday aside from my usual dose of multivitamins, a slew of antioxidants, and juices. I guess too much work has finally caught me offguard.
Last night, a manghihilot popped out all the globules of lamig in my back. Call me superstitious but she has this unique way of detecting globules of knots (or lamig) in my back. First, she mumbles some form of chant or incantation and then with her sheet of paper, she wipes my back with it and if it sticks, there goes your knot. She will then apply some herbal oil and massage it away till it pops. And to my surprise, I did feel better a few minutes later. I was able to regain sensation of my overworked body. Believe me, the stress is of gargantuan proportions and I might reach my breaking point if I push myself any harder. Now, I only have the swollen lymph nodes to worry over and this nose running farther than a country mile.
In times when health failed me, it was my faith in God who kept me going and so does my mom’s tender loving care and cooking. It is in these times than I am able to contemplate that without Him, I am nothing. I am no devout Catholic but there is a part of me that belives in a Higher Power. There are things in this world that are beyond my frail and faulty human capabilities. Sometimes, complete surrender is the key. It reminds me that life isn’t always work, music, movies, books and the like that fit my daily routine. My dad never saw cancer coming when he was strong and well. But seeing him accept God in his last days brought some form of solace to my heart. Witnessing such things at a tender age of 25 has left me forever humbled and prepared for all times.
To soothe my weary mind and body, listening to a Norah Jones CD has always been the wisest course of action.
Humble Me - Norah Jones
Went out on a limb
Gone too far
Broke down at the side of the road
Stranded at the outskirts and the sun’s creepin’ up
Baby’s in the backseat
Still fast asleep
Dreamin’ of better days
I don’t want to call you but you’re all I have to turn to
What do you say
When it’s all gone away?
Baby I didn’t mean to hurt you
Truth spoke in whispers will tear you apart
No matter how hard you resist it
It never rains when you want it to
You humble me Lord
You humble me Lord
I’m on my knees empty
You humble me Lord
You humble me Lord
So please, please, please forgive me
Baby Teresa she’s got your eyes
I see you all the time
When she asks about her daddy
I never know what to say
Heard you kicked the bottle
And you helped build the church
You carry an honest wage
Is it true you have someone keeping you company?
What do you say
When it’s all gone away?
Baby I didn’t mean to hurt you
Truth spoke in whispers will tear you apart
No matter how hard you resist it
It never rains when you want it to
You humble me Lord
You humble me Lord
I’m on my knees empty
You humble me Lord
You humble me Lord
So, please, please, forgive me
You humble me











