Whew. I feel much2x better.

Despite the plethora of advices that only relieved me for a few, I was convinced that there would be nothing that would really bid my bitterness goodbye. Or so I thought.
Just this afternoon, a guy from our school got injured. Scouts to the rescue! I thank the Red Cross for their very effective first aid training (that would include slapping you silly after the pep talk and the speaker would then say: "so you would remember").

I asked the necessary questions, judged it to be a fracture (as confirmed by a physician later in the evening) used a neckerchief as a triangular bandage and poof, with the assistance of an adult, we were off to the hospital. My pessimistic mindset courtesy of the awards ceremony in the morning was replaced by a very concerned one.

We were caught by traffic for some minutes and then we arrived at the hospital. I, personally, was told of his family situation and who his guardian was. Turns out, his problem is far more than just having the feeling of deprivation of honor. My problems are far more minimal in comparison to mine. He got x-rayed (i know rayed is not a word. hahaha) and we spent some time waiting for his guardian.

But then, a thought struck me: "Why am I doing this? Isn't it true that I'll get scolded for going home late? Who am I doing this for?" flashback approx. 8 hours back, in the awards ceremony, one of the speakers said: "The award for service is in service itself". I was mindlessly serving then. I was just serving because I want to serve. That's the true meaning of Magis. When we went homebound, my superior told me: "Dabs, thanks for your time and selfless service". I reflected on that and I realized that I'm in no extravagant ceremony wearing formal clothing. I'm just wearing PE uniform, in an ordinary family van, but I'm in a very extraordinary situation. Because for this ordinary phrase, I felt extraordinary fulfillment. Maybe God intended the lashing activity in school in the afternoon to be postponed and i have to wait. Maybe He intended me to be in that situation. Maybe He intended me to serve someone that would take up time and effort. Maybe He intended to teach me what Magis means not by the words of people but by the words of action. Either way, it was really enlightening.

I'm now ready to move out of this very faith-challenging chapter in my life. Past is past as they say.

I'm very sorry for the expletives in my last two blogs. Even if there's no censorship, even if this blog is in anonymity, even if we live in a democratic country, I know that some words would be very inappropriate regardless the gravity of the emotion of the blogger/writer.

But hey, fundamentally, we're in a democratic country and my blogs include no names, no forms of identification.