14/08/2026
Today was a quiet reminder that God’s timing is always right on schedule. I was literally down to my last bandage for my foot—which has felt like a month-long lockdown while healing from an infected burn and debridement. Then, out of nowhere, help arrived.
It wasn’t just the medical supplies I desperately needed; it came wrapped in so much warmth—pastries, durian, and lanzones.
It makes me reflect: How can people who are going through so much themselves still give so abundantly to others?
My friend is still recovering after surviving the ship bombing during the Hormuz conflict. By all rights, he and his wife have every reason to focus solely on their own healing. Yet, despite their own heavy trauma and recovery, they still thought of me. They still extended their hands to help.
It is truly amazing to find people like this in a world that often teaches us to hold on to everything for ourselves.
"Di man ta si Darna permi—nami man nga ginakamusta." (We can't always play the hero—it feels so good to be checked on, too.)
Ever since my Tatay passed away, they have consistently been the first ones to rescue me. Through every trial, even when their own lives are full of storms, they never forget to check in, to pray, and to give without expecting anything in return. They remind me that true kindness still exists.
Thank you for always being there. Thank you for showing me what true friendship looks like when the rest of the world feels heavy.
God bless you both even more. Praying for full recovery for all of us, mga megs. 🙏✨
