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It’s always been a dream to win the lottery. The fantasy that goes with
such thinking is unreal. There are places to see, people to meet and of
course, money to spend. But there’s a lottery that most people dread.
It’s the knocking of misfortune on one’s door which can come with
some unpleasant surprises causing anxiety, pain, and grief. I had
misfortune visiting one day. My world nearly crumbled.
It started a day like any other. My wife settled herself in the living
room playing the piano piece she loves. Midway, she felt a pain in her
chest, the kind that she has never felt. Her breathing became difficult,
as though constricted, like a ton of brick lay on her chest. She gathers
her strength to call out for help. A neighbor rushed in, saw her leaning
on the piano, and instinctively, she’s brought to the hospital’s
emergency room (ER).
Meanwhile, unaware of what’s going on, it’s a normal day in the office
for me. Past noon, I got a call from a number I did not recognize.
Rather than ignore it, I answered. I was told my wife was in the ER
and if I can come immediately. I asked if I can speak to her thinking
could this be the budol-budol gang? Our neighbor instead spoke to me.
That was when I knew it’s her. It’s serious, too. I dropped everything,
left word with a colleague of my family emergency.
Reaching the ER, I saw the pillar of my strength, my soul mate and
partner, lying on the bed, helpless, hapless, but not humor-less (she
raised the L-sign, laban she signals) while being administered oxygen,
intravenous fluids, and what not. She loathes attention, ironically,
she’s attended to by as many as a basketball team. One nurse
approached me to confirm my relationship with the patient. She asked
me more questions. All the time while I answered, my thoughts were
racing, God, please give her the strength to pull through….
Yet, trust in the only One who has the answer. Only the Lord can
respond, totally and completely in times like this. I did the best thing.
I prayed. It’s praying that will move mountains. Realizing my
incapacities, I turned to my greatest ally, and implored Him, “Lord, I
pray for your mercy and compassion. I know that now, I see only one
set of foot prints, Yours, as you carry me in this difficult moment. I lift
all of these to You and your infinite wisdom. Your will be done!”
As mothers are linked to an invisible umbilical cord, what ails her child
she feels. My mother is based in Toronto. The time zone alone affords
a 12-hour difference. Her night is my day. While I chose not to inform
her of my predicament, my prayers may have crossed boundaries and
somehow, Bro managed to send her a distress call. She says she just
had a feeling of longing for me all too suddenly. Mother’s intuition?
I told her of my wife’s condition. I knew that she was also in tears yet
she was trying to be strong for us. She assured me that there’s
nothing to worry about. “I love you, Son. And God will be with you
now. I’ll pray for both of you.”
The next morning, I got a call from my brother. Mother not only
prayed for us, she also sent money which came in the nick of time.
Like a mother’s love, the cash came fast and convenient. I used it to
complete the funds for her angioplasty. She survived the ordeal. She
has the heart of a lion now. It’s my jackpot moment!
Toronto is cold and detached, Mother observes, but she ignores this.
While there, she is able to earn, save, and share, with us. This is not
luck alone. It’s God’s blessing. I just have to pay it forward, in the way
she expects: by loving God and my family just like how Mother always
does, unconditionally, even from half a world away.