It's all about ... My Life

They say when the moment comes that your life will be taken away, whether natural death or accident, your life flashes before your eyes.

Mine did not.

I was busy thinking how I can fight back, the people I'll leave behind, that I'd be late for work, or the most shallow one is my face getting scarred. Most of all, I fear for my life.

I did. I got scared. It was the most surreal moment of my life and I wasn't able to defend myself. I wanted to scream on top of my lungs for help, but no one was there to help.

I was still lucky, my guardian angels were still guiding me, and GOD protected me.

I thought being mugged only happens on tv, or if in real life, would be in places where it's dark. Our area had its share of incidents...but never had I imagined that I would also be a victim on a harmless morning off to work.

I was still lucky I only had couple of bruises from the momentary struggle and hit on the back, worse that could happen is if tried saving my stuff and getting hit on the head, shot-dead, or being taken in the get-away van, get raped & killed.

Until now it hasn't sunked in fully, maybe I'm looking for the reaction other people felt when they were victimized, the shaken-traumatized feeling.

I am not liked that. I can still joke, I'm functioning normal...but the incident is still in my head very clear. I'm in my "iyak-tawa" mode.

People close to me were all supportive and glad nothing worse happened.

I know I'll get through this. Life must still go on, normally.

My life is not yet over.

I have to be well.

I have a lot to do first to make myself better.

Thank you GOD...for always protecting me and always sending your angels for me.

Thank you Mother of Perpetual Help, Our Lady of Guadalupe, St. Benedict and St. Michael...