Sunday, October 2, 2011

Pedring and Quiel

The past week was wet and wild.

Pedring and Quiel wreaked havoc in Luzon.  In less than a day, streets were inundated with water.  Roofs were blown off, BMW's in hotel parking lots went  a-floating in the murky flood water.  Tempers were aflame... well, my temper mostly.

My job requires me to stay when everybody else has gone home.  I am obligated to spend some weekends and holidays in the office, sober, when everyone else is drunk.  I have to wait for that all important call that my services are needed, however long that might take, or wherever it may take me. 

My question is, does it always have to be me? Every time? As in everyday? Sure its part of my job, the implied but not stated part of the contract.  But we signed the same contract! Not unless theirs said "send her-always-not you-never you."  But after a minute, or two, or three of *&^%$#@ .... i stay.  I wait. 

And i do what Lighting McQueen does to prep himself, I close my eyes and ...."NO! I do not say speed, I am speed."  I tell myself, better be the helping hand than be the one waiting for help while clinging to a tree trunk that's being battered by the current.

Better go without food for a day than fall in line for days on end for some relief goods.

Better be cold and wet now than sit on the roof watching all your stuff being swept away except for the clothes on your back.

Better be in the safety of the office than surrounded by rising flood waters, waiting for a rescue boat to come and get you.

So I whisper a prayer for them.... from a lucky me... and wait.