Face to Face With Death

Having a face-to-face encounter with a dying person is really heart-breaking.

Two days after my phone conversation with my aunt who informed me that my other aunt was dying, I traveled almost seven hours on a bus to visit my dying aunt.

Upon arrival, I rushed immediately to the ICU. As I was walking through the dark entrance, I remembered that the last time I saw her was almost a year ago. And so our last conversation. What happened? Why was I disconnected for so long?

At our first eye contact, my lovely aunt greeted me with a smile. Her face lighted up a bit. I could see the joy in her eyes somewhat overpowered the suffering that couldn’t be hidden in her face. Joy and suffering seemed to come hand-in-hand in that moment as if they were best of friends — inseparable. I didn’t know how to respond. I didn’t know how to react. Should I cry? Should I smile? Would it be okay to show my pain?  Should I be happy? Should I ask, “How are you?” I Didn’t know.

For a few seconds, I was stunned, literally unable to move. She was less than one arm away from me, but I didn’t reach for her. With all my communication skill, I couldn’t speak. Tears wanted so badly to escape my eyes, but didn’t flow. Then she took the first move. She reached for me.

Unexpectedly, my dying aunt, still smiling, lying helplessly on her ICU bed, gently lifted her right arm and rendered me a military salute. That, I never anticipated.

In military practice, you cannot lower your arm when saluting an officer until that officer lowers his arm after acknowledging your salute. Only then, you can lower your arm and carry on.

Adding to my surprise, my dearest aunt — with all those hoses attached to her nose and throat, and with all those other medical gadgets wrapped to her wrist and clipped to her index finger — didn’t lower her saluting arm. she waited for me to respond…militarily.

At that moment, my other aunt, the one who called me two days earlier, jerked me back to reality by saying, “Hey Arnold, she’s saluting you! Respond! Salute back!” Then instantly I returned to myself. At last I was able to salute her back as an acknowledgement. After lowering my arm, she lowered hers, all according to how it must be done in the military.

I stayed with her in almost an hour, feeling helpless, inadequate, stupid, hopeless, and most of all feeling the pain — all the pain and suffering— she’s going through.

What I saw in there was a very strong and capable sharp mind trapped in a very weak, incapable, permanently damaged body. In my assessment, I could say that despite her condition, she still had the sharpest mind among us all in that room at the moment. She knew the time. She can even count hours and minutes. She remembers, for she knew I had a military background, she even insisted to follow the correct protocol in saluting. I was amazed!

After the saluting moment, she opened her mouth which was already half open because of the tube attached to it. Without audible sound, she uttered a word I instantly recognized by reading her lips. She said, “your mama?” She was asking me where’s my mom. She knew that my mom (her eldest sister) lives in Thailand, and she was asking me  through gesture if my mom is coming home. I quickly and enthusiastically answered that part. With confidence, I said, “Yes. She’s coming today. She will arrive at the airport in six hours time, and I will get her there and bring her to you here.”

Then she lifted her right hand again and gestured the thumb’s up sign. She smiled again while nodding.

I didn’t expect either what happened next. She turned her head to my other aunt, and signaled that she needed a paper and a pen. Then she looked at me as if instructing me to pay attention to what she’s going to write. I did not dare to resist or contradict. As she stroked the first letter, I fixed my eyes to the paper. I saw “W” and then “e” and then “l”

With all her remaining strength, in a very slow motion, she completed her message. It read:

Sister, Welcome back to the Philippines! I love you!

Then she attached her signature, looked at me and threw me a very sweet smile. That smile melted me instantly. My tears began to flow.

For me, it was a very humbling experience. I felt stupid and lousy. I couldn’t respond appropriately on the first few seconds of our encounter, I didn’t know what words to say, I didn’t know what emotion to feel and how to express it. Or whether I should express it or not. I didn’t know how to move or act. Everything for me was awkward, confusing, hurting!

Watching my dearest aunt on her face-to-face encounter with death made me think how short life is and how much and how far we divert from the most important matters in life. On her last moments, everything that mattered to my aunt was her precious relationships. All her academic achievements, previous prestige, her titles and other possessions faded in thin air as if they were not important at all. Everything that’s important on her dying hours were her precious relationships — her family, her best friends.

After that encounter, I went outside the hospital to grasp for fresh air, I went to the nearby mall to buy some food I could stock. I watched people around me — those people at the streets, at the mall, at the stores, even those people at the hospital. I asked myself, what am I busy right now in my life? Do these things that preoccupy my heart and mind right now will still preoccupy me on my death bed when my time comes? Or like my dear aunt, will they vanish in thin air too, like a non-important item ready to be dislodged in the trash anytime?

I sensed a misalignment — a very profound one. Many people I worked with, and that includes me, live their lives (our lives) accumulating things and experiences that I think wouldn’t even matter when the time comes. Many of us preoccupy our daily life with activities that will not make sense on our deathbed.

My dear aunt, on her last days, didn’t even remember she was a beauty queen during her time. She didn’t mention any of her possessions, or how much money she left on the bank. She did not boast about her brilliant ideas and her incoming projects. No, during those days, her last days, her focus was her loved ones, she wrote repeatedly the names of her family, one by one on papers. She wrote repeatedly the words “I love you!” both in English and in our local dialect.

I didn’t sense a feeling of regret from her. I didn’t see bitterness either. The nurse even told me, “I admire your aunt! She’s very patient — very slow to complain and that she never got angry when in pain. Unlike many patients who complain non-stop about their pain and become angry to the nurses, to the doctors, even to God.”

Fast forwarding my life to that moment, to my last days, I ask myself, will I ever feel regret? Will I look back on the years that passed and say, “I should not have lived my life that way.”

All her life, she has been a great inspiration to me…yes up to the very last days of her consciousness. I think her face-to-face moment with death awakened in me the spirit of renewal, the desire to filter life on a daily basis, removing non-essentials, focusing only on what matters most in life, forgetting those things that will not make sense on my death bed when my time comes. She left me an impact that will last until my last breath. For as long as I live, she lives in my heart too.

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Acid Test

Life has a way to test us like gold.

Yesterday morning, I woke up in a bright lovely morning. Despite my lack of sleep for several days now, and despite my exhausted muscles, I greeted the morning sunlight with a wide smile, ready to face the day with enthusiasm.

To express that childlike delight, I searched my portable hard drive for a photo of a smiling baby. Then I opened the AdobeSpark website to make a Spark Post. I put the following words over the photo:

Happiness is a choice we choose everyday.

After staring at my work for a few moments, scrutinizing my simple design, I then happily posted it in MyDay of my messenger. I was hoping that I can make some of my friends smile  — just spreading the positive vibes of having a light heart in the morning.

One minute later, my phone rang. My auntie was on the other side of the line. Then she dropped the bomb: her sister’s condition at the ICU has gotten hopeless. My other auntie might die within 24 hours. Suddenly I heard the ticking of the clock.

As we talked, tears began to form drops at the corners of my eyes. Memories of my dying auntie flashed one by one, persistently interrupting our conversation. After the phone talk, I went to my room and allowed my tears to flow freely into my cheek as I still reminisce those moments I had with my dying auntie. My happy moments started to dissolve in a tiny dose of a sad new.

Who was she, by the way? Why was I so affected?

I was raised by five sisters, my mom and her sisters. In my last post, The Beast In Me, I shared the story of my other auntie, the one who nailed the idea in my brain that I am perpetually ugly, and that no one — NOT ONE GIRL IN THE WHOLE ENTIRE WORLD — would ever get to like me. So I grew up as a shy adult believing that notion as an irrefutable scientifically-proven fact.

On the other hand, I have another auntie who has become closest to my heart. She became my closest friend among my mother’s four sisters. I was seven years old when she acquired a medical condition that made her sickly for the rest of her life. She became very weak physically, but to be honest, she has become — for a very long time — my idol in terms of mental strength. Her mind compensated a great deal for her lack of physical strength. She’s sharp in reasoning and has an amazing memory. In the family, I grew up hearing everyone calling her “walking encyclopedia.”

Many doctors have already predicted that she won’t last long. Well all of them were wrong. Different specialists, from different highly respected hospitals have already given up on her. But maybe because of her strong mind, she remained intact despite the prolonged physical suffering. She has become the source of emotional strength for so many people. She just doesn’t know how much she has become an inspiration to many.

Strangely enough she has also been great in timing. I have many close friends, many of them are really bad in timing: they send me wrong messages, using wrong words, in wrong moments of my life. One friend asked me money in times of my financial crisis. Of course I couldn’t help her. Another friend bombarded me with complaints in times of my inner struggles. But this aunt — my closest aunt, never fails to amaze me in her timing. We live from different parts of the country and seldom communicate. But somehow, her mind is connected to mine. She would send me encouraging words in my lowest times; she would ask me for an all-night-conversation during the time when I also needed someone to talk to; she would give me some jokes in times of my loneliness. She didn’t know that those interactions with her were just the ones I needed most at that time.

Now, all those memories flashed back to my mind during my phone conversation. Then deep inside me, I was praying, “I don’t want her to die. No, not yet.”

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This is the photo I posted in my Messenger.

After the phone call, I went to my room and cried. Then I remembered the message I just posted in my messenger.  I asked myself, How can I choose to be happy now? Then the inner dialogue began. My mind played a tug-of-war on its own.

Part of me justifies that its okay to be not happy in times like these. That it’s a normal emotion and is part of human life.

The other half part of me insists that if i’m going to be affected by a negative news, then I’m not living up with what I’ve just posted in Messenger — I’m not choosing to be happy.

The Test

When I was a boy, I asked my dad why he dips a golden jewelry into a liquid before he buys it. He’s simple answer was “To make sure it’s a real gold.”

Later, I learned that the liquid was an acid that can dissolve different metals and alloy, except gold. That’s why they use it to test if a jewelry is pure gold or not before they buy it.

Maybe acid testing was invented by alchemists a long time ago. Maybe until now modern chemists do it still. I don’t care. But it reminds me that life has a natural way of testing the gold in all of us in subtle ways we normally ignore: I just posted that happiness is something I choose everyday, then suddenly I was put in a day where I won’t naturally choose it. I was being tested. Just a small dose of sadness started to dissolve that happiness in my face. Is my happiness not pure?

One time I claimed that one of my strengths is patience.  Then what followed was a series of life situations that really challenged my patience so hard I started to question whether patience is really one of my strengths.

As a Christian, I always declare that grace and forgiveness is at the center of my belief. And that declaration is being constantly challenged by circumstances: by having enemies to forgive; by discovering that my friend is stabbing me behind my back; by dealing with people who accuse me wrongfully; by learning that the one I trust cannot truly be trusted; by colleagues who unreasonably envy me; by a friend who constantly fail me.

Life indeed is a natural acid test. It helps us become pure in our motives. It dissolves some pride and arrogance hidden in our hearts. It removes other impurities. As we are dipped into the acid test of life, we can be assured of one thing: when we emerge, we will emerge as a shining gold — pure, adaptive, resistant to rust, and most of all, full of value.

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Virtue is Knowledge; Wickedness is Ignorance

Challenged
My tranquility was once again disturbed by a friend. One day she called me to help her out in her assignment. Being a close friend, I quickly answered yes. But when I started reading the seven different dicta of seven ancient philosophers, I also started to panic. I love the subject, yes…Philosophy for me contains the most exciting but also the most exhausting things to ponder about. How can I simply establish rational reaction to these philosophers’ words of wisdom without given enough time to ponder deeply? My ungenerous friend did not give me the luxury of time: she wanted me to deliver my quick reaction in two days. So I attempted.

Of those ‘Words of Wisdom” from different philosophers, one struck me like no other: According to Socrates,

“All vice is the result of ignorance, and that no person is willingly bad; correspondingly, virtue is knowledge, and those who know the right will act rightly.”

My quick reaction was to disagree, of course. I began my argument with the assumption that knowing is separate from acting. Meaning, our knowledge can be used for both good and bad. It is the choice of the person who possesses the knowledge where he’s going to use it.

Let’s look at the obvious. Many people who know too much use their knowledge in wickedness. Therefore, Socrates was wrong. Or was he?

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Educated to Criticize?

I don’t get it!

In the past few days, I showered you with Droplets of excerpts from the book of Dale Carnegie. Most excerpt I chose bring with it a sense of universal, timeless, and very self-evident truths embedded in every note of its tone whenever you try to articulate it.

Universal means that those principles are supposed to be understood in every culture regardless of whether you come from the East or from the West, or from anywhere. Timeless means that whether you are from the stone age, agricultural age, from the industrial age, or from our present internet or information age, these truths remain truths. Self-evident in simpler term means “obvious”—you don’t need empirical researches, or extensive studies, you don’t need to be masters or doctors of certain discipline, you don’t need any title or position to at least observe that these principles are true to most of us; you only need to be open-minded and humble in order for you to recognize these truths.

However, given its powerful description of having universality, timelessness, and obviousness, still many people, including educated people don’t get it. And that is what I don’t get. That exactly is what I don’t understand!

Why is it that despite our society’s enormous knowledge of many things around and about us, these knowledge seem to be so enormously inadequate too, inadequate to at least recognize very obvious, universal truths that have been existing for maybe thousands of years?

Encounters

One night, I was having a conversation with a crying 17-year-young woman who has been severely criticized for something she didn’t do. The following morning, just fifteen hours later, I was listening to an adult lady having exactly the same predicament. At first, she tried hard not to appear weak or hurt, well at least in her face. But eventually the impact of pain kicked in. She burst into tears…into reasonable tears. These two ladies are not friends, they come from different worlds—one a teenager; the other, an adult—yet they are experiencing very similar painful situations. Both are emotionally hurt.

It’s so saddening that the people who hurt them are highly educated people. And they were supposed to be the people who would be considered as “friends” and “mentors.”  By default, their titles and professions suggest that they must be people who can be trusted. Yet they betrayed the trust of these two ladies in different occasions by being too judgmental and by delivering sharp, uncalled for, and very bitter criticisms.

Why?

Is that what our modern sophisticated, full-packed systems of education teach us? By learning too many advanced academic subjects and focusing too deeply on mastering them, we forget the obvious, the basic, the more powerful lessons! Of course, not all educated people are like that, but I guess most of us are. Yes, including me. I cannot deny that I also criticize too much. I criticize more than I praise. How about you in your daily life? Do you praise more than you criticize?

What is the use of education if all we can learn are academic matters instead of life matters? What is the use of education if it develops pride and prejudice to us…pride and prejudice that will make us criticize other people just because we don’t agree with them?

We have learned so much about the technical side of life—mathematics, literature, science, arts, and many other subjects in between—but have we learned not to throw sharp, bitter and useless criticisms? Have we learned yet not to become judgmental to others?

Does our modern education help us develop the knowledge, attitude and skill NOT to criticize others, but instead understand them? Where is the proof?

Limitless

Does grace ever has a limit? Is anybody ever beyond forgiveness …or acceptance? Is God the only one capable of showing grace …and not we humans? If I, being a Christian have to extend grace, to whom should I extend it, to good people? the talented? the kindhearted?  …those who “deserve?”

Can I show grace to murderers, liars, arrogant people, traitors, gossip, those who attack me? …to those who don’t “deserve?”