It’s been 130 days since our lives drastically changed and normal started to bear a new meaning. For some, it is a glorious time to reconnect with family ties that have long been weak because of life’s everyday demands for survival but to others, like myself, a 27 year old young professional and a provincial girl stuck in the city alone, it’s a pause, a rewind and a forward button in one.
I live in a dormitory at the heart of Brgy. Fort Bonifacio and I belong to a company that takes care of its employees well. We have been in a work from home setup since the risk of the pandemic heightened in the country and support from our leaders have been exponentially evident which makes me really grateful. My work starts at 9AM and when it ends at 6PM, I would pull my blinds up and enjoy the sunset from my window til the sky gets covered with stars. That is when I would see nightshift workers at the frontlines “begin their day.”
It was new, being able to watch them from my small window. Maybe because I never really stayed inside my dorm for a long time til we were forced to be indoors. That sight started as a habit and then it became concerning when my attention was caught by a building guard who sits by the gutter all night long with a damp towel on his head to protect him from being sick. I knew I was being called to do something. It was a still small voice telling me that I can be a conduit of kindness.
I didn’t know how to make it happen, I tried to ignore it but it came to a point where it gave me sleepless nights, I couldn’t even pull my blinds up because I know that if I did, it was another day of hearing my heart break for the security personnel of that building. But true enough, every situation brings timeless lessons and eventually I realized that at one point in your life, your heart could break for the right reasons.
Pay day, I decided to heed the call. I went out and bought loaf bread and sandwich spread. I invited some of my dorm friends to join my little mission. We were able to give out 55 sandwiches to the front-liners around Fort Bonifacio, security personnel, street sweepers & police men. I felt that subtle warmth that comes from giving, it was something else.
To thank all those who helped me make it happen, I posted about it on social media and my inbox was flooded with messages. There was an outburst of people who wanted to give more. It was surreal. From sandwiches, donations came left and right, I was magically connected to the right people and we were able to treat one full meal to all the cleaners of Brgy. Fort Bonifacio. 70 meal packs. That’s more than 100 front liners in total, far from what I even imagined and it all started with one window and a still small voice.
I mentioned earlier that the pandemic is a pause, a rewind and a forward button in one. It is a pause button because alone time became a recollection of the things I have been blessed with. It is a rewind button because I was reminded of the people I took for granted and it is a forward button because it magnified the things that matter most. Being of help to others was God’s way of speaking in my life, it was His way of telling me that He is by my side, alive and using people like those nightshift front-liners I met to secure my heart that we are under His wings and He is in control.
This story is an entry to ComCo Southeast Asia’s “Write to Ignite Blogging Project”. The initiative is a response to the need of our times, as every story comes a long way during this period of crisis. Igniting and championing the human spirit, “Write to Ignite Blog Project” aims to pull and collate powerful stories from the Philippine blogging communities to inspire the nation to rise and move forward amidst the difficult situation. This project is made possible by ComCo Southeast Asia, co-presented by Eastern Communications and sponsored by Electrolux, Jobstreet and Teleperformance.