I was not able to blog in the past days since I went to Naga City last Monday, August 23 to meet my cousin and his wife there for business purposes. It was a productive trip though. I was able to sell 3 green barley boxes to three of my pastor friends.
I arrived in Virac yesterday afternoon, Thursday, August 26 and as soon as I got home, I just changed my clothes and proceeded to the State Colleges to conduct our Thursday campus Bible study.
At 4:00 o'clock today, me and my mother went to Baras, Catanduanes, that's like a 45 minute motorcycle ride from where I live, to visit a church member who is sick of diabetes. The man had been absent from church for like more than a month now. We arrived safe to his house and found the man having his right foot bandaged and was laying his back on a bench with his wife sewing some bedsheets on her sewing machine. They greeted us, shook hands, and we started our conversations. But as soon as our conversations are not yet exceeding to 10 minutes, the patient started removing the bandage on his right foot. I started to smell the stench of his diabetic wound that's been going for more than a month now. This is where I told him not to open it furthermore, not to show me the wound. But he seem to be not listening at all. I actually don't get the point why he is trying to show us that nasty uhhh! So he continued unwrapping his foot. I was trying to help myself by saying to myself, I came here to visit to encourage them and not to offend them by any means. So I tried not to show my disgust to what I'm seeing. Man, I just saw a rotting foot flesh! and don't forget the smell! That thing was like a huge sinkhole in a huge crater with a little choco and cream inside! hahahahahaha
But as the thing gets more disgusting, my eyes got hooked on it. I can't stop looking at it. Until I started to feel my saliva loosely flowing inside my cheeks and my vision started to get dim. I knew it wasn't a strange feeling for me, I had it before, and it always leads to blackout. I knew if I'm going to pass out, it's going to be the third time. I told my mother, I ain't feeling good, I can't see a thing. And that's the last thing I remember. Whew! I was sweating a cold sweat so hard and I just didn't knew what happened. I passed out. Then, I started to hear my mother's panicking voice little by little and I remember saying, I'm gonna be fine now...just get me some guava leaves so I can smell it. I tried to open my eyes and saw some folks from the neighborhood saying things like, are we going to take him to the hospital? What happened? Is he alright now? Man, I can't believe I wasn't able to help myself not to pass out. I felt helpless.
And so, after sniffing those guava leaves from my mother's hands, I recovered. I said, I'm back. I saw how my mother got so afraid. Maybe she thought I'm going to die, haha. She said, I looked like there's no more blood circulating my body. She said, I remember your father when he died. It looked so like that. Unbelievable...
Well, as soon as I was fine, his wife came out from the kitchen with a plate of pan de legaspi bread and a pitcher of orange juice. Oh come'on, how on earth do you think can I eat that? hahahaha
Anyway, we continue our conversations, talked about the goodness of God, planned an event and ended with a prayer. So we went home and arrived at exactly 7 p.m. I just washed my face and proceeded to another church member's house for our home discipleship class being held at that house every Friday evening. It was a great day though. It made me realize so many things again. Learned lessons and praised God for being so great that we always have to entrust our lives to Him, and give our lives in His service. Thank you Lord.
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