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Modern Day Samaritan
Tuesday, December 9, 2008 , 12:25 AM
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Modern Day Samaritan
This happened weeks ago and yet whenever I remember what happened at that time, it gives me a warm, fuzzy feeling and it made me think, “Ah, so there’s still someone like him left.”
My ojii-san (japanese term for “uncle”) is a Medical Technologist and the person I look up to (well, except for Mark-‘nii-san) with utmost adoration. He’s smart, responsible, brave, a complete gentleman, and a ladies’ charmer, I might add. Yes, you can say that he’s almost perfect—too good to be true—but he isn’t perfect. Ojii-san has his flaws too. He drinks, and sometimes smokes. He can be quite a pain sometimes (argh! Niece-complex!) and a constant nagger, but I love him nonetheless. I thought I have seen his true colors, his light and dark side, but I’m sadly mistaken.
A few days before my obaa-san left for Qatar, my ojii-san and my other obaa-san decided to watch PBA in the Cuneta Astrodome. I was excited then. I wanted to come but I knew I couldn’t because I need to watch over my kawaii cousins, so I stayed home. Ojii-san, Vicky-obaa-san and Lanie-obaa-san were the ones who’ll watch the game of San Miguel Beermen.
Ojii-san was still in the clinic when my two obaa-sans decided to leave. They said that ojii-san will just catch up with them. But then, he never showed up, nor went home at that night. I was worried about him. But he went home early morning the next day.
He was still wearing his MedTech uniform (the top) and jeans. His jeans, however, are soaked with blood and also the midsection of his top. His eyes were bloodshot at it looks like he haven’t slept a wink yet.
I was known in our family who constantly berates ojii-san whenever he doesn’t come home or comes home late at night. But at that particular time, I haven’t got the energy to rebuke him, and I don’t know why. He just passed by me and went straightly to his room.
I didn’t talk to him the whole day, I was mad at him for not showing up and for not coming home that night. The next day, when he woke up and after had breakfast, he sat down beside me (I was watching that time) and told me, “I wasn’t able to come to the game.”
“I know,” I replied. “Why is that?”
He replied, “I got held up.” He tried to sound nonchalant because he knew I was mad at him.
I didn’t even look at him, I just continued watching TV but I answered, “By what? Where you at Manong Jojo’s at that time?”
“No, I wasn’t. In fact I was on the way to Salawag when I saw him.”
“Him? Who? Manong Jo?” (Manong Jojo is an acquaintance of ours)
“Nope, the person I helped.”
“Eh?” was my confused reply. I turned off the TV and looked at ojii-san intently, “What happened? Is that the reason why your jeans and top were blood-soaked? Did you get into a fight?”
“Nah, it wasn’t a fight. I was riding the tricycle that time when we passed by a beaten man. I took pity on him and I told the driver, ‘Manong, dalhin natin sya sa ospital.’ So the driver stopped and I carried the man inside the tricycle. He was badly beaten and bleeding all over, so we decided to bring him to MCI (Medical Center Imus). And when we arrived at the hospital, I was the one who placed him in a wheelbed (I think that’s how they call the bed thingy with wheels) and wheeled him in the Emergency Room. I applied first aid in his wounds and stuff. The hospital staff even mistook me as their MedTech because I was still wearing my uniform,” he narrated.
My eyes bulged out and I said, “Whoa. Sugoi ojii-san. Then what happened?”
Ojii-san chuckled and continued his story, “Well, after treating the man, I had to wait for him to wake up so I’ll know his name and ask him the number of his family. And also, I had to wait for them to arrive.”
“Sugoi, ojii-san! You’re a hero!” I exclaimed.
“Hehehe. So basically, that’s what had happened. And that’s why I wasn’t able to come.”
“Feh, no worries. What you did is much cooler than watching San Miguel Beermen play.”
Modern Day Samaritan
This happened weeks ago and yet whenever I remember what happened at that time, it gives me a warm, fuzzy feeling and it made me think, “Ah, so there’s still someone like him left.”
My ojii-san (japanese term for “uncle”) is a Medical Technologist and the person I look up to (well, except for Mark-‘nii-san) with utmost adoration. He’s smart, responsible, brave, a complete gentleman, and a ladies’ charmer, I might add. Yes, you can say that he’s almost perfect—too good to be true—but he isn’t perfect. Ojii-san has his flaws too. He drinks, and sometimes smokes. He can be quite a pain sometimes (argh! Niece-complex!) and a constant nagger, but I love him nonetheless. I thought I have seen his true colors, his light and dark side, but I’m sadly mistaken.
A few days before my obaa-san left for Qatar, my ojii-san and my other obaa-san decided to watch PBA in the Cuneta Astrodome. I was excited then. I wanted to come but I knew I couldn’t because I need to watch over my kawaii cousins, so I stayed home. Ojii-san, Vicky-obaa-san and Lanie-obaa-san were the ones who’ll watch the game of San Miguel Beermen.
Ojii-san was still in the clinic when my two obaa-sans decided to leave. They said that ojii-san will just catch up with them. But then, he never showed up, nor went home at that night. I was worried about him. But he went home early morning the next day.
He was still wearing his MedTech uniform (the top) and jeans. His jeans, however, are soaked with blood and also the midsection of his top. His eyes were bloodshot at it looks like he haven’t slept a wink yet.
I was known in our family who constantly berates ojii-san whenever he doesn’t come home or comes home late at night. But at that particular time, I haven’t got the energy to rebuke him, and I don’t know why. He just passed by me and went straightly to his room.
I didn’t talk to him the whole day, I was mad at him for not showing up and for not coming home that night. The next day, when he woke up and after had breakfast, he sat down beside me (I was watching that time) and told me, “I wasn’t able to come to the game.”
“I know,” I replied. “Why is that?”
He replied, “I got held up.” He tried to sound nonchalant because he knew I was mad at him.
I didn’t even look at him, I just continued watching TV but I answered, “By what? Where you at Manong Jojo’s at that time?”
“No, I wasn’t. In fact I was on the way to Salawag when I saw him.”
“Him? Who? Manong Jo?” (Manong Jojo is an acquaintance of ours)
“Nope, the person I helped.”
“Eh?” was my confused reply. I turned off the TV and looked at ojii-san intently, “What happened? Is that the reason why your jeans and top were blood-soaked? Did you get into a fight?”
“Nah, it wasn’t a fight. I was riding the tricycle that time when we passed by a beaten man. I took pity on him and I told the driver, ‘Manong, dalhin natin sya sa ospital.’ So the driver stopped and I carried the man inside the tricycle. He was badly beaten and bleeding all over, so we decided to bring him to MCI (Medical Center Imus). And when we arrived at the hospital, I was the one who placed him in a wheelbed (I think that’s how they call the bed thingy with wheels) and wheeled him in the Emergency Room. I applied first aid in his wounds and stuff. The hospital staff even mistook me as their MedTech because I was still wearing my uniform,” he narrated.
My eyes bulged out and I said, “Whoa. Sugoi ojii-san. Then what happened?”
Ojii-san chuckled and continued his story, “Well, after treating the man, I had to wait for him to wake up so I’ll know his name and ask him the number of his family. And also, I had to wait for them to arrive.”
“Sugoi, ojii-san! You’re a hero!” I exclaimed.
“Hehehe. So basically, that’s what had happened. And that’s why I wasn’t able to come.”
“Feh, no worries. What you did is much cooler than watching San Miguel Beermen play.”
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