Today i was able to celebrate the Mass after two weeks pf not being able to walk. I had a real difficulty in walking still that's why i opted to celebrate it in one of the private chapels here in the seminary. As I was hobbling through the Mass I realized how much effort it took John Paul IIto celebrate his Masses when his body began to gradually fail him. Perhaps that will happen to me too when the time comes. Kung baga, practice na to for my old age (hahaha what a thought). My family and cousins chose to attend the Mass.
I went with my family out to Tacloban after that. that was the first real outing that I had since I suffered the accident, and I also realized how hectic my life was all along. Ang laki ng pagkakaiba ng pananaw ko ngayon kesa una nung nakakalakad ako ng maigi. I'm pretty cooped up in the seminary where I live. But I believe I have to be really productive and patiently wait in the meantime for my foot to mend, because there's practically nothing else to do but wait and assist my foot in recovering...a veritable cross for someone who lived a fast life during the vacations...maybe this is God's way of telling me "whoa...stop and reconsider...settle down and prepare yourself for the school year that lies ahead".
