8 is my fave number so I expect this day to be uber lovely. Though it turned out NOT to be the typical great day I usually experience in such occassions and events, this day I discovered MY MISSION. Yeah, I discovered and have my mission. But before I elaborate further that “mission thingy” of mine, lemme first tell you about my thumb [specifically, my right thumb] because of the fact that my thumb got stucked in the door yesterday after I took a bath. Woah. I thought that 8 was a lucky number which means that my whole day was going to be a blast but look at what happened to me, my right thumg got numb and I can’t move it. I have a hard time writing well, holding things and even texting. Gahd! This is what you call torture. Anyway, I just placed band-aid around it to ease out the pain. Hehe.

Now, back to what I’ve told you a while ago about that mission of mine. Yesterday, I was talking with Ms. Ayan, a teacher in our school. We had a heart-to-heart talk about my rebellious classmate who doesn’t go to school already because of so many reasons and problems she have in life. This time, I love Ms. Ayan more. She made me realize things. She opened my eyes, and yes, my heart. I realized that I’m such an idiot because I only saw the negative on my classmate. I won’t tell you anymore what we’ve talking about the whole time we were together because it is something personal. I realize that was my mission—to mold her into a better person. Kailangan ko siyang tulungan papuntahin sa taas dahil matagal na siyang nasa baba. That is the task God gave me or rather, the mission God gave me.

It is really a challenge for me, actually, to be able to mold this person. That is because we both belong to two very different kinds of world. But I should be positive despite negatives. I need to be hopeful and have faith in God. He will help me “transform” my classmate. If there’s a will, there’s a way…

I wanted to apologize to her badly because in a way somehow, I judged her. I didn’t see the good in her. I didn’t have the heart to understand her. I’m so stupid. If only I supported her, then these things won’t happen. But I guess it is never too late. God gave me another chance to help her and this time, I won’t waste this opportunity. I’ll grab it and make the most out of it no matter what happens and what people might say. I’ll just do my part. That is the only thing necessary.