An Unexpected Miracle

With so many things happening all over my world, I needed this moment to recollect my thoughts and weed out whatever is unnecessarily eating up mind space.

Last night as I was driving (read: crawling) along C5, I opted to listen to Easy Rock 96.3 instead of getting more typhoon updates from any AM station.As usual, I sang along as I tapped the steering wheel to the beat of the music. My logical mind told me that Pepeng is packed with strong winds, thus I needed to secure my home by placing tape on all glass panels and moving stuffs to the second floor in case of flood.

What if they shut off power tonight? Well, we have a couple of flashlights ready.

What if floodwater enters the house again? The place is all wet anyway.

What can we eat? Hmm, there are some canned goods in the trunk.

But I’m hungry now! I’ve been stuck here for more than an hour! Oh, there’s a guy selling Tempura (the junk food, not the real ones!). Kuya, pabili po!

Good thing I allowed my creative mind to rule over. Instead of worrying, I ended up calm and even enjoying the drive back home. Music has indeed this amazing effect on the human spirit.

Then suddenly there was this strong urge to talk to someone. At that moment, there was no one else in the car but me. No carpool-mates, no hitchers, nobody. I turned off the radio, and there was awkward silence.

But there was this gentle tugging inside me. A soundless voice that invited me to pray and stop worrying. An invisible hand comforting me beyond the effect of music.

That’s when I began to pray the Rosary, a very beautiful and powerful prayer for those who truly believe in it.

And as the rain poured, I cried like a lost child finding her way home once again.

Simple but real miracles. They still happen.

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