The month of May was rock bottom for me. Weeks before that, I was sent to the emergency room because I kept on vomiting due to migraine. The doctor said I could no longer be on graveyard shift. I was left with no other choice but to resign from a call center. It was so sudden and last year's expenses for my cysts and hemorrhage already stripped me of any savings. I wanted to go home but I don't know where. My brothers and I survived our storms each on our own.
Restless and tired, I resorted to my social network. The fun poll of Makati Feast caught my attention. Fresh from being rejected from another community, I didn't like joining another group again. I know Makati Feast doesn't have an online registration for the CG, but just for fun, I still posted that inquiry. Surprisingly, somebody took the time to assist me. But I gave God another test; I didn't wait anymore for the text of my CG-head-to-be. I wanted to make a surprise and if ever she's not there, it means God is not that serious with me. Well, that Thursday night, a sister even held my hand so she can bring me to Gladys. So I gave the CG a chance, with the condition that if it won’t work, then I quit. That was crucial. I happen to be the only Catholic in our family. It meant my faith.
God caught me by surprise. It worked so well that I almost had perfect attendance. God even had lots of bonuses. Ate Dory also joined the group as head and most of my CG mates had wonderful family life stories. Their warmth and influence brought out the best in me. I decided to pursue my passion. I'm now an academic writer. I also rediscovered the greatest love of all. And that is loving myself.
Buti na lang talaga may CG Wednesday. It’s a day where we find a refreshing end and a promising start. Mine all started when I signed up for a CG.
by Jo Zerrudo
Makati Feaster
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