Why am I in this world? Does anyone know why I am here? Why I still breathe? Why my heart still beats? Perhaps, I have a mission to fulfill in this world.
When I ask people what’s their mission, some would answer me to spread God’s words, others would say to be filthy rich and most would answer me to finish their studies. Then, they would ask me back, “What’s your mission?” I fell silent. I don’t know what to answer…I don’t know what my mission is. Suddenly, I remembered my younger sister.
It was 24th of October 2009 when Mama, my younger sister and I went to Dumaguete City to take my sister to a quack doctor named Ali because she has a problem in walking. At first, my father didn’t agree to the idea of taking her there because he didn’t trust Ali. He preferred taking her to a real doctor instead where she could be treated properly but mother insisted and refused to take her to a hospital because she believed that the “engkantos” (mythical earthly creatures) were the reason why she can’t walk. Father has no choice so he agreed but on condition: they will take me with them because Papa could not leave his office.
When we arrived at Ali’s hut, he said that I should wait outside because only the patient, which is my sister, and mother could come. I didn’t obey him of course because I too don’t trust him and father ordered me to never let my sister out of my sight. It was a horrible sight when I saw my sister being massaged by the quack doctor on her injured leg. She was crying and screaming in pain but mother didn’t do anything. She just listened and watched her scream. I was going to tell Ali to stop because my sister was already screaming in agony but mother stopped me. She said it was for her own good because the “engkantos” would not leave her body.
There was nothing for me that I could do. I went outside because I can’t stand seeing my sister in agony and I don’t want her to see me cry. At that moment, I promised to myself that I should and would become a good doctor so I could treat my sister and other people.
I now know why I still breath, why my heart still beats and why I am her and that is…to become a doctor and not just an ordinary doctor but a great doctor.
Yes, all of us had missions in life.
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