This next blog is a fiction story about a woman who made a wrong decision and suffered the consequences all her life. I guess we can all relate to this, especially young people. The situations maybe different, but the thought of losing something and regretting it is very familiar to us. This story was written sometime on December 2005, when I attended a Tertiary Press Conference at Leyte Park Hotel, Tacloban City.
There was once an old lady who stood by the sea and threw a vial into it. She made a little wish that somehow, someone might be able to find that common vial that tells about the story of her life.
Years passed, yet the vial remained floating in the wide and lonely sea. Soon, the old lady died unknowing if her vial was found or not.
Luckily, after twenty years, a young man found it. Moved by his curiosity, he opened it and read the thick, old notes enclosed in it. The story started like this…
“I was once a beautiful and famous maiden. I was rich and many men from our place and the neighboring places came to court me. But none of them fit what I dreamt. I long for that one thing I do believe would make my life complete: Love…
Rich as I was, I wandered off searching for that precious thing. I’ve met different people from different places, of different races. I’ve dated thousands of them yet, I still haven’t found the one.
Years passed, I lost my riches. I became a beggar, wandering off the streets, asking for alms from those people I once considered friends. No one ever suspected that I was a proud and beautiful maiden before. My body is almost covered with mud and I’ve experienced sleeping with the pigs.
Someone found me and maybe, took pity of me, so he took me to his home. He gave me new clothes, food, and a shelter to live in. At that time, I didn’t know that it happened because fate is gonna teach me how to find true love…and lose it.
Because I was already dressed with fine clothes, my beauty regained. And because of that beauty, the man who found me desired me. He took the chance that we were alone in the house, and raped me. Yes, I was brutally raped by a devil incarnate into man!
Months passed, I learned I was pregnant — pregnant with the baby I thought was a fruit of evil. Hatred grew more and more inside of me that it blinded my mind, and my heart. Without hesitations, I went to a quack doctor and had my baby aborted. I didn’t know that what I did was wrong. No one ever told me that God would be disappointed with what I had done.
After that incident, I ran away. I thought that I would be happy now that my “burden” is gone. But as the days passed, I felt my heart was empty and that a big part of me was taken. There were countless nights when I would wake up thinking I heard a baby cry. There came a little voice telling me something but I ignored it… Until I woke up one day and realized I lost in this game life let me played. I lost the very reason why I came up with all these miseries. I lost my baby and the chance to have found that love and joy he was supposed to bring to my life. I was blinded by my fury that I didn’t think the baby had nothing to do with the sin of his father. I cried, I yelled, and almost committed suicide. Had I known it, I wouldn’t be left here alone. And I would not be destined to die without being called a mother.
Now, with all the things that had come and gone with my life, I learned a lot of things. I learned that some things come to your life because of a reason. And that some of them may seem ugly in the beginning but those are the very things that shall give you a lifetime happiness. I’ve learned so many lessons but sadly, I learned it the hard way.
So I came up with this idea to write about my life. I want to share with others the mistakes I had done… and rued. I want them to know, especially to the women, how hard it is to live life alone. I want them to learn to listen to that little voice in their hearts especially in making tough decisions.”
The man, his eyes filled with tears, threw the vial back to the sea knowing that many people still need to read about her story. He hoped that those who have and will read it, will put her words to their hearts.
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