This lovely lady featured me on her blog recently and I decided I would like to feature her on mine as well, I asked her to write about a memory that changed her life. Memories amaze me, I'm fascinated about what makes a person who they are. Well, here is here memory, titled "The Robbery That Changed my Life"
If there's one thing so good about this life, it would probably be the ability to remember the things that passed, the old good things of our past. I even wonder if my dog can remember what we did few years ago, like our desert safari trip, and our long travels that we took her with us. I don't know. But memories don't always bring back the good times, it sometimes bring back the things we wanted to get rid of.
There are a lot of good things to remember in my past, good things that made me a better person, and bad things that brought me so much pain than I could ever think of. Life is like that, you can't always get the cool experiences and amazing adventures, sometimes you'll really have to experience that 'something' that would change your life forever. And that's where this whole story comes in. The memory that changed my life.
November 17 of 2012, a usual day at home, with the weather turning really cold and windy. It was pretty much like the other days. Nothing more, nothing less. But I'd say it was the day I'd never ever want to go back again. The family's in one room, all ready to end the day with a good night's rest. We said our prayers, watched TV, and had a little 'good night session' with our 17 cats who are all equally special to us. I was having a heavy cough that time making it harder for me to fall asleep. So I woke up and went to the toilet at about 3 am, I even so Mocha, our black and white short hair cat looking at me with sowful eyes. That poor look looked normal to me, I thought she was hungry.. So I headed back to the room and tried to sleep. To move on, let's say all of us were already deep asleep. My dad woke up and went to the toilet again, but...
A BIG BUT..
A BIG BUT..
Before my dad could totally step out of the room, he saw our main door (which was slightly located across our room's door) a little bit opened. What shocked him the most, was seeing a hand trying to twist the door open. Scary. And as my dad's instincts worked through him, he immediately stepped back into the room and fastened all two locks. As he was in the door, he whispered to us, telling us that our house are being invaded by robbers. That was the first time, I saw him that scared, I could only imagine his shaking voice. As he woke us up, my mom who was a little bit confused, saw the flashlight running through the tiny spaces under our room's door. By that time, we were all awake and startled, not knowing what to do. But we all stood up thinking of our next moves. Not to mention the window that was adjacent to our kitchen, not locked. Oh my goodness, what could possibly come out of this, will we all die? I wouldn't elaborate more on this, but the next thing my parents did was to shout and bang our door to scare the robber off; and it did. We were so afraid that we had to look for sharp things that could possibly be our weapons to defend ourselves in case there were still people inside. The next thing I knew was that our 14 cats were gone, one of them was Mocha. Policemen came and our friends came too, some called us and checked how we were doing. It was such a frightening day thinking that it happened when it was still so dark at 3:30 am.
We spent sleepless nights due to the trauma that the incident has caused us. I can't even stay alone in the bathroom for more than 5 minutes, thinking that they'd come back. Whenever people would talk to me or my sisters, we'd just be startled that fast which did us no good. And yet, there were some who didn't understand what we went through. It was scary, our lives were in BIG trouble, policemen said that there were about 7-8 people who came in. We were just 5 and 4 of us were girls. My dad even thought of breaking our room's window so me, my mom and my sisters could run to safety and he would fight the men and risk his life. No, I could not forgive myself if I have allowed that to happen. Thanks to God for giving my mom the idea to shout and scare the robbers off which eventually worked.
You know, life gets scary and sometimes we face situations we thought was the worst of all. It's hard to explain to everyone what we went through especially if they don't have the interest to listen. The only thing we can do is show them how strong we've become and how we've changed for the better. Probably, this incident taught me how to be grateful and content for what I have, because if God decided to take everything away, we can do nothing about it. Life is not always good and happy. Sometimes we are bound to difficulties and hardships, so that we can realize the importance of life itself.
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