I agonized the feeling when I finally decided not to be with the trip I planned two weeks ago. The LBC packet from Von was not delivered which was supposedly Wednesday and I was so defeated by my own excitement. For whatever reasons of this delay I don’t know but there is something I believe an applicable reason; reasons I never dared to know but when Von texted me that things are sometimes beyond our control, I know there is.
Thursday morning was a nice catch. It was a considerable plain trip to Iloilo for seven RN’s namely Aaron, Cubid, Janmark, Riza, Genny, Rochelle, and Lizet not knowing the grudgingly plans of the concealed rainwater on the darkening nimbus that flossed the Visayas 9am Thursday and was abruptly considered to be signal no.1., again and as always and will always be a delayed of weather forecast. What’s next? The boat trips were cancelled and they are nowhere to be found. They are stranded in the middle of an escape they never thought of happening.
I never celebrated this scenario nor even happy about it. In fact, I called them and was laughing-out-load because of Cubid’s rough description of Seridon’s face to be “pathetic and untraceable”. They found themselves sleeping in the Negros Navigation terminal along with some stranded Negrosanons. It was a pure damaging trip seeing all their pieces of documents cripplingly damp and soggy and their clothes soaked and rumpled, I rejoice in the incident to be pure, actual, and realistic picture of stranded professionals waiting expectantly in vain.
For whatever rationale that things are sometimes beyond our control, I don’t know but as it slowly unfolds it gives us reason, a reason much reasonable than we ever thought.
