I lost my way out of Lucban after the Pahiyas walk. One wrong turn led to a stretch of mistaken path. Off-track. Astray. All despite the non-complex setup of this humble little town.
I lost my cool as well. Nobody seemed to be able to give me a clearer direction. I lost my cool realizing I’m running out of phone loads, battery, and daylight. I lost my cool knowing friends are waiting for me somewhere and — without a doubt — are losing theirs too.
You know what they say about how a man’s character is defined by how he behaves when he doesn’t know what to do? Mine wasn’t so bad at all — mine was terrible! I felt agitated. I was dead-tired. I cursed and swore and walked around like a headless chicken. Did I fell under someone else’s spell or was I in the middle of that time of day when people think and act strangely.
Whatever happened to my audacious youth and all the wisdom of getting lost and taking risk. My diploma for adventurism must have fallen off the wall right this very moment.
And then, this elderly tricycle driver came along and — sensing my disorientation (and expletives) — quieted me down with just about the wisest words I ever needed to hear: Ang nangyayari sa ‘yo ay ikaw ay naririndi. Kailangan mong kumalma. (What is happening is you are falling to pieces. You really should keep it cool.)
The old man set me up to rendezvous with my buddies at the Kamay Ni Hesus or The Hand of Jesus where my distraught mind wouldn’t have thought of at all. (When in despair, it really pays to put your hand in the hand of the man from Galilee.)
And then he went off leaving me calm as a clam shell. I do believe in angels you know.
Earlier on, I was having a ball with the Lucbanians on the not-so-complex streets of this small Quezon town.