He was given the job out of the blue, not realizing what lies yonder to reach the summit of mount success. He was inexperienced on the job but he has no other option but to take on the challenge. He began making preparation for the big occasion himself. With help from his committee, he planned the event tirelessly and cautiously. And so he started his job with an open mind and a determined heart.
From time to time, he would call for meeting. As he had expected, some would just dozed off and pretend nothing has happened and other simply play dumb, not wanting any attachment regarding the project. He could only make use of those remaining members who sacrificed their time and effort to help him. Soon, he discovered each of their unique talents, one by one. He made use of their abilities to the fullest, assigning them to duties of their caliber.
Soon came the time when students are informed of the big event. Many signed up mainly due to the low fees to pay and interesting concept. The committee was delighted. The committee suggested many ideas to keep the excitement level soaring. As such, during this time, the committee began to gel; a form of bond is formed. It was not obvious but he was sure everyone could sense why the committee has been doing well and members contributing and sharing with the committee. He knew; the next generation of his committee will have a bright future in front of them.
This was followed by negotiations with sponsors and beneficiaries as well as suppliers whom we have chosen to provide us with the necessary equipment. He believed that by letting the juniors to do this job, they would gain some life skills of communicating with strangers and negotiating prices. Not only that there were some occasion where some members have a formal meeting with the beneficiaries. He was accompanied by several members mainly juniors to experience the atmosphere of a formal meeting with some directors and high ranking officers in charge. It was nerve-wrecking yet managed to leave a good impression in their heart.
There were some occasion he would do the dirty job such as buying the equipment directly from the factory which was located at the far end of the island, members to count necessary equipments and collecting fees from the students. Hardly a type of job people would be willing to perform, knowing the degree of difficulty. But he knew someone had to do it, for if it was overlooked, things might just go wrong and the project might be in the danger of failing to live up to its standard.
Months passed quickly than expected. The big day was bound to arrive in just a week’s time. He was feeling rather worried although everything seemed to be running in order. What could have gone wrong? Time and again, he would review his plans, making corrections and adding updates that may alter the whole event. Nevertheless, he was determined to solve every problem that came in his way. He was willing to sacrifice his entire holiday just to make sure things are going in the right direction. Not only that, he even apologized to one of the sponsors for being careless on the task he has given.
Then the tide turns. He learned that his grandfather went ill and has gone into a coma. He was just on the brink of completing the project in one week’s time and this shocking event turned his orderly world upside down. He wanted to visit his grandfather in his homeland but at the same time, he did not want things to go wrong especially during the last, crucial week before the event. He was in dilemma. He wanted to stay to oversee the project, yet he felt he needed to be by his grandfather’s side during his critical time. He could only hope that he came back in time after visiting his grandfather to be once again in a position to be the overall in charge of the event. He told himself, “I want to finish what I started.” after consulting to his teacher in charge.
He could not tell the future if the event was going to be success but he was certain that he would do whatever it takes to make sure that the preparation run smoothly and the event went well. As for the result which was yet to come, he could only rest his fate on the students. The students played major roles that determine the success of the event. They needed to earn at least $8500 on that big day. Only the future can tell…
This is a real story based on the author’s life being in charge of a committee, assigned to oversee the event. This story is written specially to his committee members who have contributed to the progress of the event to come on 3rd of July 2005. The author hoped for one thing from all the school population and his committee, to lend him all your support, mind and heart for the success of this event. He could only promise that he would do his part and he wanted his committee members and school population to do their part. There is only one aim the author wanted to achieve “To finish what he started” since it was his last year being part of the school, the leadership group and being a mere human who has a dream to be realized…There is only one question left to ask, “Will you lend him your strength once again to reach the final lap?”
Friday, June 24, 2005
We Will Meet Again...
They met by the river. The boy was out to accompany his grandfather fishing. The girl accompanied her mother picking herbs and happened to take a rest by the crystal clear stream. He was on one side of the bank, she was one the other, separated by the wide, flowing waters running down from a nearby mountains, eroding wilderness to reach the ocean. They could not do much but to look at each other in distance. Much as the want to get to know each other, they walked away knowing such thing would never happen now. He went back to his doting grandfather, helping him to look for live bait. She continued her journey with her mother through the woods. They never met again.
Decades passed, he was now a young, charismatic teenager while she became a kind and almost angelic teenager. They met again, this time in the city’s underground train station. They were waiting for their trains on the same platform, not knowing they were sitting back to back. It was when a toddler crawled towards them; they turned their attention to him almost simultaneously. It was then, those childhood visions and memory rekindled. They somehow just felt that this was not the first time they have met. Just as he wanted to ask whether they have met before, their trains arrived. Both stood up and walked towards the oncoming train. He was heading to the East; she was going to the West. They never looked back and once again they were separated.
Years flew by; they met again, this time at the airport. He was walking towards his plane when he accidentally brushed on a young lady walking in the opposite direction. Piles of paper was scattered all over the cold, sparkling floor. He rushed to apologize and helped to clear the mess. She knelt and began picking her paperwork. As he returned the papers to her, he saw a rather familiar face. She too noticed him with a familiar aura. She thanked him soon after. He then apologized again for causing the mess. She tried to ask for his name when an announcement was heard across the meeting area, “Attention to all passengers leaving for London. Gate E2 will be closed in 5 minutes time.” Upon hearing the abrupt announcement, he left the scene hastily.
As he dashed to his plane, he knew it was the same feeling when he met her on his last 2 encounters. He asked himself if it was the same person. To her, when she set her eyes on him, it felt as if it had happened before. She asked herself if she has meeting the same person time and again. But, both soon felt it was just a coincidence and certainly, they would not meet each other ever again. But things turned out differently.
Another year passed. He returned to the river where he once spent time with his grandfather. She also returned to the same river, trying to recall her past childhood she spent with her mother. They met again. He was standing on the one bank, she was on the other. Both looked at each other with a strange feeling. He turned his head towards the nearby waterfall and so did she. They noticed something has changed. There was a newly built bridge across the river. They walked towards it and finally stood on the bridge. They began posing their questions such as, “Have I seen you before?” and “Weren’t you the girl I met on the train stations decades ago?”
They curiously asked each other and revealed each other’s identity till dusk arrived. They were still standing on the wooden decorated bridge, talking happily with smiles carved on their faces. Perhaps it was fate that separated and brought them together all these while.
As they looked upon the moon, they wondered why did fate did not bring them together earlier. All of a sudden, a white horse appeared and took a sip from the river. They looked at it with a surprise. There was never a white horse in the woods. It was just a nature reserve and a horse could not have sneaked in. The horse neighed soon after and vanished. It was as if it had gone with the wind. They thought that white horse might just be their guardian angel.
Their fate is like a road. Sometimes it splits into two but it will always meet again at the next junction.
Decades passed, he was now a young, charismatic teenager while she became a kind and almost angelic teenager. They met again, this time in the city’s underground train station. They were waiting for their trains on the same platform, not knowing they were sitting back to back. It was when a toddler crawled towards them; they turned their attention to him almost simultaneously. It was then, those childhood visions and memory rekindled. They somehow just felt that this was not the first time they have met. Just as he wanted to ask whether they have met before, their trains arrived. Both stood up and walked towards the oncoming train. He was heading to the East; she was going to the West. They never looked back and once again they were separated.
Years flew by; they met again, this time at the airport. He was walking towards his plane when he accidentally brushed on a young lady walking in the opposite direction. Piles of paper was scattered all over the cold, sparkling floor. He rushed to apologize and helped to clear the mess. She knelt and began picking her paperwork. As he returned the papers to her, he saw a rather familiar face. She too noticed him with a familiar aura. She thanked him soon after. He then apologized again for causing the mess. She tried to ask for his name when an announcement was heard across the meeting area, “Attention to all passengers leaving for London. Gate E2 will be closed in 5 minutes time.” Upon hearing the abrupt announcement, he left the scene hastily.
As he dashed to his plane, he knew it was the same feeling when he met her on his last 2 encounters. He asked himself if it was the same person. To her, when she set her eyes on him, it felt as if it had happened before. She asked herself if she has meeting the same person time and again. But, both soon felt it was just a coincidence and certainly, they would not meet each other ever again. But things turned out differently.
Another year passed. He returned to the river where he once spent time with his grandfather. She also returned to the same river, trying to recall her past childhood she spent with her mother. They met again. He was standing on the one bank, she was on the other. Both looked at each other with a strange feeling. He turned his head towards the nearby waterfall and so did she. They noticed something has changed. There was a newly built bridge across the river. They walked towards it and finally stood on the bridge. They began posing their questions such as, “Have I seen you before?” and “Weren’t you the girl I met on the train stations decades ago?”
They curiously asked each other and revealed each other’s identity till dusk arrived. They were still standing on the wooden decorated bridge, talking happily with smiles carved on their faces. Perhaps it was fate that separated and brought them together all these while.
As they looked upon the moon, they wondered why did fate did not bring them together earlier. All of a sudden, a white horse appeared and took a sip from the river. They looked at it with a surprise. There was never a white horse in the woods. It was just a nature reserve and a horse could not have sneaked in. The horse neighed soon after and vanished. It was as if it had gone with the wind. They thought that white horse might just be their guardian angel.
Their fate is like a road. Sometimes it splits into two but it will always meet again at the next junction.
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