In our life there are those days when we are at the peak of our happiness.
But there are also those days when we are at our worst.
Tonight the incharge of our dorm entered our own room.
We call her "Nanay" which means "mother" in our language.
I was in the bathroom at that time, taking my night shower.
So it was my roommate who received her.
I knew that she would come to our room as he had let me known in advance.
When I entered our room, I found her sobbing while telling my roommate of her unfortunate situation and the attempts she made in order to get out of it.
I sat in the chair near my desk while I still had the towel around my body. Then I saw some money in her hand.
Actually, she was asking for money from us.
I had known her misery prior to my roommate as she told me this morning.
She has serious illness. She cannot rely on her own family. Her husband is sick. She has two sons; one already got married but only has the means to support his own family and the other already died by suicide. They can beg for money from their rich cousin who is the owner of this dorm. But they hold back because they don't want to bother their cousin anymore as their cousin was the person who spent huge amount of money for her husband and her son who died.
She doesn't have money. All she can do now is to solicit money from friends, neighbors and rely on those who have mercy on her. But the closest people to her now are us, my roomate and me. The money she was holding was from my roommate.
My roommate and I were in silence as we listened to her distress.
Later on, I grabbed my wallet and gave money to her.
She was really thankful to my roommate and her mother, as well as to me.
To be honest, I did not know how or what to say to her. All I did was to hand out money and fulfill her personal request to me which is to write a letter for her deceased son. Then, I'm concerned that I cannot understand her feeling. But I take comfort in the fact that the money we gave her could help her alleviate her pain in some way.
It was not my first time to witness someone begging for money.
There are lots of people begging in the street. Some acquaintances of my mom and my dad also begged for money from them. Yet, it's a really different feeling when it is I who is asked for money. I felt involved. I feel the load. I imagined the steps the incharge of the dorm had to take in order to ask money from us. She must have been courageous as to face the consequences of her begging. And she needs my humanity.
"Can you help me, even just a little bit, in order to save my life?
And will it be all right with you if I can't return it now?"
Some say that humans, no matter how competent and prideful they are, in the end, have to rely on other humans, especially when they are in their worst situation.
To me, that was just a passing thought.
But tonight, I'm made heedful of it.
The incharge left us in our room.
But my roommate and I sat in utter silence, reflecting what had just happened.
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