Unforgettable Journey

An Unforgettable Journey

I stepped a foot towards a step. I looked for my seat in the economy class. It is here. I sat down slowly as I think of the possible things I am going to do when I come back home. Its been15 years since I last saw my high school classmates. “Can I do something for you sir?” a voice surprised me. As I looked up, I saw a familiar face. It seems as if I seen her somewhere. I remembered. It is Fabbelle Cartilla, an old classmate since elementary. She became a flight attendant. I just shook my head and she walked away. “This is your captain speaking; please fasten your seat belts because we are going to take off. Enjoy your travel.” It was a long, awful travel. I looked out the window and I saw the beautiful buildings of Cebu. I said to myself, I am home. On the airport, I accidentally hit a woman. Her things were scattered on the floor. I helped her of picking the things. I looked at her I.D. and to my surprise it was Hanna Belcina. I was astonished because she is now a licensed nurse. I think she don’t remember me so I returned it to her.

I rode a taxi towards the terminal. I looked at the I.D. of the driver and found out that it was Fulbert Umilig. He was unsuccessful in his life and ended up as a taxi driver. After we reached the terminal, I gave him my fare and gave him more as an extra. I ride again a bus. I seated at a vacant seat and waited there for quite some time. After a while a man seated at the seat next to mine. He is holding a laptop. He is short and his hair is straight. I remembered that it was Louie Gee Sandoval. I greeted him and luckily he remembered me. We talked about our past experiences and how are we now. He ended up as a computer engineer. I thought of the past when we were still in high school about our being fond about computer games. I looked out of the window and saw the changes in our city. He asked me why I suddenly come back home. I told him that our former teacher had a favor and I accepted it. We finally arrived at Dalaguete. I glanced at my watch and shocked. I’m late for the mass. I’m actually a priest now that has a scheduled mass.

After I arrived at the church, I’m beginning to see some familiar people. They are all professionals. But still some are not that rich. I hurried to the convent and immediately changed my clothes. I had no time for rest. It was a burial mass that I am going to conduct. My former teacher in high school sent me a letter asking if I can be the priest who can bring him to his last farewell. It was about six months ago since he sent that letter. After the mass, I went to the place where my former teacher will be at peace. I looked at his coffin and said to him “Teacher without you me and my classmates should not be in this profession. I thank you with all of my hearts.” Then tears began to fall. I saw Gerald Tangpos who became a pilot, Cary Boyd Geolin who became the mayor of Dalaguete. And I also saw some other of my schoolmates who has been under his advisory. “Thank you,” the two words that I can reply to my former teacher.