The Story of my Life

Last week Rector Paolo asked me to give a Talk at the upcoming YDWTL Weekend. I declined without hesitation. In my heart and in my mind, I knew I wasn't ready for such responsibility. Not yet.


Giving a Talk demands a lot of things from the person giving it. It takes a lot of courage to open up to people you hardly know. You share your life with them hoping that somehow they can learn something from your experiences. And as you do this, you relive the events of your life. You go through it all over again. You fee the joy, the pain, the sorrow and everything else that went with it. You go back to the past and then back to the present. They you try to understand what makes you a better person today. Which do you have more? hope, love, faith, courage or wisdom? Whatever it is, you have to believe that you've become a better person. You have to make your listeners believe that someone better came out of it because that's where they'll get their strength from.


I was going to talk about having a brave heart. I'm not sure why they picked me but I know, for sure, the talk is not for me. I don't know what people see in me that make them think I have a brave heart. I've had so many obstacles in my life but that doesn't mean I survived it all. I have this invisible bag where I put everything in. I carry this bag with me everywhere I go. It's weighing me down and I don't know if I can stand still in the next blow of the wind. I can't talk to them like this.

Pardon my dramatic post...My dad is sick. He's been sick for more than 3 years. Last night I found out that one of his kidneys stopped working. People would tell me "you have to be strong for him". Tell me, how do you do that? How can you be strong for someone? I really want to know because that's the only thing I can do for him now.