OH. MY. god.

Blag!

"Sandali lang ho, yung mama!"

He was lying there, duck-like, fallen from his seat-- his eyes, almost white as pearl, and his tongue was sticking out unresponsively.

"Mama gising!"

Then he began to shudder, mild at first, and then he began shaking vigorously. All was concluding it was an epileptic attack, but I could have known better-- it was heart attack. We passengers were filled with shock and pity, everyone, especially the women began all but trembling with alarm and all that.

We brought him to the nearest hospital and I ought to say that he was extremely fortunate that when he passed out, we [the bus] stopped up exactly in front of a police station and the hospital was just three or four minutes away from the station.

God is so good.

When we arrived at the hospital, he was brought inside at once, of course. Then people began asking other people who would like to stay with him for he got no one to accompany him until his family arrive. It was a sad thing that no one dared to stay with the man, as they claim they don't know him and it was like goddamn it that...

"Les, gusto ko bumaba..."

...that I wanted to go down the bus and stay in the hospital. I saw the whole thing [except the time before he fell], and I could answer medical questions thankyouverymuch for the man-- but I was just a teenage high school student who may have looked like the I-don't-care-one most people would have perceived at that time inside the bus.

I was frustrated that I wanted to do something to help him. Tears began filling my eyes as the bus head off from the hospital so I began to pray-- for it was the only thing I could do at that time.

All the while, I was telling God to save the man-- to keep him out of serious harm. I was filled with sympathy. And I began to realize a sense of calling.

I'm not certain. But it's like I was awakened from something that right now makes everything I am looking forward to rather confusing. I wanted to save the man-- probably to save his life-- a calling for a medical course? Am I going to be a doctor?

But my heart isn't there [in Medicine]. I don't even know if I wanted to be one. I really am supposed to take up nursing in college, but hell how I hate it. I never wanted to clean bedcovers infused with vertebrate waste, I never wanted to bathe old guys!, I never wanted to make subo to guys who find it difficult to eat without someone's help, I never wanted this and that.

Think what you want to think. But I'm so plain maarte.

If I'm gonna take Nursing in college, I'll make it sure to proceed to Medicine after.

Anyway, you know where my heart is? MANAGEMENT and/or DESIGNS. I prefer management. I won't elaborate muna.

Basta all I want is to be a corporate woman someday

And Friday nights, babe.

Hah!