I was partying with some friends at Metrowalk last Saturday, and I was really drunk. Imagine a bottle of Cuervo, plus a bottle of Bacardi, plus three more tequila shots, and a pitcher of margarita. Epic.
As I was about to leave Metrowalk, I met an old friend from Lucena. She was working at Sitel, midnight shift. We chatted for a bit but I eventually decided to take off since well...I was wasted.
She got me a cab insisting that she should go with me since I'm drunk. But I convinced her that I can go by myself. She's always been a big sister to me, and even if we haven't seen each other for almost five years, there she was, all "ate" to me.
Anyway, she told the cab driver "Espanya manong" before she closed the taxi door. For the side mirror, I could see her waving goodbye.
"Hindi sa Espanya, sa Welcome Rotonda tayo manong." He nodded. I tried to keep myself awake until I reach home. I was observing every inch of the cab. I texted the plate number to a friend in case the driver mugs me, or if something bad happens. The cab driver was really old, and he was probably three inches away from the steering wheel. I guess driving at night made his vision poor.
On a normal day, this would alarm me, but I was drunk that night, this didn't bother me at all. He was driving very smoothly. Something inside me says I could completely trust this guy. And so I did. I fell asleep.
A voice inside my head woke me up, "andito na tayo boss." I opened my eyes and the cab was slowing down in front of our gate.
"Para manong."
I checked the taxi meter, P102.50. Quite cheap for a cab ride from Metrowalk to my place. I gave the driver a P120 and went down.
I woke up the next morning with no hangover whatsoever. It was like a scene taken out from a wild teenage movie where the actor gets so wasted he forgot how he got home.
Backtracking.
I remember drinking.
I remember meeting an old friend.
Taking a cab, yeah I remember.
But I don't remember giving the cab driver my exact address.
With regular cab drivers, say Welcome Rotonda, and he'll bring you to the big rotonda right by the late Grand Inihaw Encounter, across UDMC. Because that's Welcome Rotonda. But my cab driver didn't, I was right across my house.
The incident didn't freak me out up until I finished putting the puzzle pieces together. Come to think of it, I never saw the cab driver's face because he was positioned very close to the steering wheel. I didn't give him a second look when I payed the fare either. All I know is that he was balding, and that he was really old.
I wish I have saved the cab's number for, well, to remember this incident by.
Maybe at times we get so forgetful and carefree, and looking after ourselves comes in only second. God finds a way to take care of us, by sending us his angels. They look after us in such mysterious ways, sometimes, we take for granted.
I know my angel is out there somewhere, or maybe beside me, watching as I write this blog about him/her. Everyday for me is a miracle, but for this one night, my angel decided to take it a notch higher.
I love my guardian angel. Have you met yours?
God constantly gives us somebody to act as His voice to remind us of the things that we are ought. He does so not to antagonize us but because it is for our own good perhaps taking things with moderation because He cares for us, however there are instances where we opt to be stubbornly carefree for the sake of merriment and unwinding. Yet the beauty of asking God daily for protection and guidance will truly manifest and will greatly be appreciated in times like these when we fail to be responsible... God will enter the scene and come to the rescue. Luckily your guardian angel is kind enough to keep you safe from harm and take you home. God bless you! Every moment is a blessing never tire to thank God because He loves you dearly and will prosper you wonderfully :)
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