A Short Story
Tak tik tak tik, the sound of a computer keyboard in a quiet afternoon. The man is typing a typical short story. He loves to write but when he starts to write, he finds it hard to start and complete a story. He plays with words and from time to time when no detail comes to his mind, he switches to the computer’s game.
This would be writer loves to watch movies and dvd’s and cd’s and television programs. He loves entertainment, and there he finds comfort. When watching fairy tales movies, a question always pops up to his mind. “Will the happy ending of this story really happen in real life?” He makes a sigh and switches off the TV and went to his chores.
He was a minister in their group for a long time but he resigned due to his sins that warrant for his resignation and by leaving the church until such time that he can attend. It really broke him. For years, he did not have any job for that is the only thing that he knows what to do. He has a wife and together, they stayed at home for months, both of them having no work and I don’t know how they’d survived it.
It broke him. It hurts him deep, deep down to the point that he doesn’t want anything to do with people, even their relatives and neighbors. He was so broken that whenever he remembers or see anything in connection with the church, he felt the pain.
There was a time that he hated who he is and his past and everything about him. He always thought that if I hadn’t done this, this would not be happening. And because of this, he frequently fights his wife even for just a single misunderstanding. These are the issues of this want to be writer.
Self-esteem at its lowest. Expecting somebody to encourage him and to continue and go on. But no one came. So, this would be writer writes so as to express himself and take chances if he is really and can be a writer.
He searches for his deepest thoughts and tries to find what story and words he can make. “What if I continued to be this and that?” his thoughts…
“What if I worked in a bank, started at the bottom and because of knowledge in the job and interpersonal skills rouse to the top?”
“What if I remained there and sacrifice my calling, calling as a minister of God, neglected it and concentrated in being a banker?” “What do I think will happen?”
Well, I might be an officer of a department of a bank giving orders and having the self- confidence I need. I will have an A.T.M. card with money there and I will have a car, my parents happy and even boasting to their friends about me and speaking of me with delight, and always going out with friends in a fine dining style or just going out shopping? Will my life be complete?
What if I became a doctor? People see doctors as gods. Even the wealthiest bow down to them. And most or all patient is good to them. I have been in and out of the hospital since I was a child and it stopped when I was a teenager. Why didn’t I think of that? Why is it that I did not like or ambitioned to be a doctor? A doctor earns a lot money and even other perks that comes from the patients’ privileges. I think I can be a popular doctor whose skill’s average but anyone can depend on.
What if I became a lawyer? I’m good in analyzing and speaking and debating and even I think in defending the oppressed. What pride will it give to my family. Not only to them but to the whole relatives.
What if I became a politician? Experienced wise I have and dealing with people I can. I have a heart for the poor and wanted to help and make people’s lives well.
What if I became a manager of a company? Well, that will be a feather in the cap of my father and mother.
What if I won the lottery? The millions of pesos that I will have, I’ll give to the church and will give my family, relatives and will spend for our needs and save the others. And invest part of it like putting it up for business and others investing in portfolio investments.
But the fact is he’s not these. He has chosen a path others from these ways. And in his chosen road, he had failed and there’s no regret through all these things. No remorse for choosing his calling but sorrowful for the failure committed during his walk. What now as he ponders? There’s these very big possibilities that he can never return to the one he’s been loved doing and he thinks he has gifts for it.
Pity, pity, pity. Will that be his fate? No, as his faith in the Bible said there’s always hope. Yes, sure. Relationships have been severed and even broken. Pain and disappointments were felt. Trust violated and respect disappeared. But there’s hope. The God whom he is serving is a big God. Big in everything. Even big in sin, frustrations, violation of trust, disappointments and hopelessness. Yes, he wounds, but He also binds and heals. His love is very great. It transcends sin no matter how big it is.
That’s why there’s always hope. That’s why even in the prospect of not returning to being a minister God will give a fresh start for him. These thoughts pondering in his mind as he writes giving him hope.
Tik tak tik tak. The wall clock is ticking but the difference is he’s not impatient anymore. Not worrying even if he’s not doing anything, unemployed; but having this peace of mind and heart trusting God that in his good plan, He will make something good out of his life. And that is very, very soon.
Tak tik tak tik, the sound of a computer keyboard in a quiet afternoon. The man is typing a typical short story. He loves to write but when he starts to write, he finds it hard to start and complete a story. He plays with words and from time to time when no detail comes to his mind, he switches to the computer’s game.
This would be writer loves to watch movies and dvd’s and cd’s and television programs. He loves entertainment, and there he finds comfort. When watching fairy tales movies, a question always pops up to his mind. “Will the happy ending of this story really happen in real life?” He makes a sigh and switches off the TV and went to his chores.
He was a minister in their group for a long time but he resigned due to his sins that warrant for his resignation and by leaving the church until such time that he can attend. It really broke him. For years, he did not have any job for that is the only thing that he knows what to do. He has a wife and together, they stayed at home for months, both of them having no work and I don’t know how they’d survived it.
It broke him. It hurts him deep, deep down to the point that he doesn’t want anything to do with people, even their relatives and neighbors. He was so broken that whenever he remembers or see anything in connection with the church, he felt the pain.
There was a time that he hated who he is and his past and everything about him. He always thought that if I hadn’t done this, this would not be happening. And because of this, he frequently fights his wife even for just a single misunderstanding. These are the issues of this want to be writer.
Self-esteem at its lowest. Expecting somebody to encourage him and to continue and go on. But no one came. So, this would be writer writes so as to express himself and take chances if he is really and can be a writer.
He searches for his deepest thoughts and tries to find what story and words he can make. “What if I continued to be this and that?” his thoughts…
“What if I worked in a bank, started at the bottom and because of knowledge in the job and interpersonal skills rouse to the top?”
“What if I remained there and sacrifice my calling, calling as a minister of God, neglected it and concentrated in being a banker?” “What do I think will happen?”
Well, I might be an officer of a department of a bank giving orders and having the self- confidence I need. I will have an A.T.M. card with money there and I will have a car, my parents happy and even boasting to their friends about me and speaking of me with delight, and always going out with friends in a fine dining style or just going out shopping? Will my life be complete?
What if I became a doctor? People see doctors as gods. Even the wealthiest bow down to them. And most or all patient is good to them. I have been in and out of the hospital since I was a child and it stopped when I was a teenager. Why didn’t I think of that? Why is it that I did not like or ambitioned to be a doctor? A doctor earns a lot money and even other perks that comes from the patients’ privileges. I think I can be a popular doctor whose skill’s average but anyone can depend on.
What if I became a lawyer? I’m good in analyzing and speaking and debating and even I think in defending the oppressed. What pride will it give to my family. Not only to them but to the whole relatives.
What if I became a politician? Experienced wise I have and dealing with people I can. I have a heart for the poor and wanted to help and make people’s lives well.
What if I became a manager of a company? Well, that will be a feather in the cap of my father and mother.
What if I won the lottery? The millions of pesos that I will have, I’ll give to the church and will give my family, relatives and will spend for our needs and save the others. And invest part of it like putting it up for business and others investing in portfolio investments.
But the fact is he’s not these. He has chosen a path others from these ways. And in his chosen road, he had failed and there’s no regret through all these things. No remorse for choosing his calling but sorrowful for the failure committed during his walk. What now as he ponders? There’s these very big possibilities that he can never return to the one he’s been loved doing and he thinks he has gifts for it.
Pity, pity, pity. Will that be his fate? No, as his faith in the Bible said there’s always hope. Yes, sure. Relationships have been severed and even broken. Pain and disappointments were felt. Trust violated and respect disappeared. But there’s hope. The God whom he is serving is a big God. Big in everything. Even big in sin, frustrations, violation of trust, disappointments and hopelessness. Yes, he wounds, but He also binds and heals. His love is very great. It transcends sin no matter how big it is.
That’s why there’s always hope. That’s why even in the prospect of not returning to being a minister God will give a fresh start for him. These thoughts pondering in his mind as he writes giving him hope.
Tik tak tik tak. The wall clock is ticking but the difference is he’s not impatient anymore. Not worrying even if he’s not doing anything, unemployed; but having this peace of mind and heart trusting God that in his good plan, He will make something good out of his life. And that is very, very soon.
