Metaphor: Wheelchair (Assignment 4)

Once, our high school chorale was invited to perform in a charity program conducted by Dole Philippines Inc.  This program aims to give wheelchairs for amputated, disabled, special, less fortunate, some senior citizens, and marginalized persons.  We were not there just to sing for the doxology and intermissions.  Our instructor, who happens to be one of the foundation heads, requested us to help hand on hand in giving the wheelchairs.  He added additional assignment and that was to interview the beneficiaries of the chairs.  It happened that I was assigned to interview a special child.  I did not understand his answers and he maybe did not understand my questions as well but I felt his happiness when I touched and rubbed his back.  I also did interview some disabled beggars and they said they were very happy that they were given the privilege to attend in a party and eat delicious foods and then given a wheelchair as well.  The ones that touched me so much were the lolos and lolas who were still working as a street beggar or ice cream vendors.  Some said their children left them and had their own family and some said that their jobless children still are dependent to them.  My tears fell when one lola cried because it was her first time to that someone talk to her as if like a true apo.  I remembered my lola and the moments when we all had the time talk with each other but I did not appreciate those times.  At the end of the program, I have realized something—that we all are blessed in different ways and that the only thing we need is to appreciate every single blessing—that we must not waste a single moment doing irrational things that gives irrational payoffs.  To these people I talk about, the wheelchairs they have received mean a lot.  Those wheelchairs mean that they are cared and that someone cares for them; they saw family and friends because of those wheelchairs.

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