I've been in several serious accidents within my 20 years here on Earth. I don't know if I'm an accident magnet or always been favored by the Almighty.
After a few months of separation, I finally had the chance to be reunited with my Psych friends. It was just a simple dinner celebrated at Robinsons Magnolia. It was also my first time to see my friend, JR after quite a long time. Like the usual, we shared a fine meal, reminisce, and had the all time favorite "kwentuhan" for dessert. It was a little less of a crazy night. Maybe one the first reunions we've shared as "adults."
That night made me realize how several months away from each other changed us--molded us into different persons; how we grew a lot, how we stayed the same, and how fragile beings we could be. It was a night to be remembered...and so it did.
My friend offered us a ride home. When we reached a little over the Nagtahan bridge, almost at stop...a huge gasoline truck smashed the car we were riding. I felt the tail of the truck ground to the nearest door to me. My heart was in a temporary pause, as the door endured the friction. The truck did not stop (almost a hit and run)...but we were saved by the stoplight. No one was hurt, but the car was quite totaled.
Immediately, we asked for help. We were left with crippled hopes, emotions, stranded as we were with a heavy downpour from heaven.
Definitely, we all grew from who we were. And we were given another chance to keep on growing. If people could change in a span of several months--life could also change in a matter of seconds. We just gotta keep proving with deserve every breath bestowed upon us. Because every breath is a second chance.
