I had to do a little reflection after reading the current prompt, and only one thing kept coming to me: support. At this point, anyone around me who knows me very well can tell without thinking twice that providing support is my forte. And it’s not something I even do consciously.
I grew up in a very supportive family, and while we didn’t have it all, we still made sure we had a near-perfect life by supporting each other with little things. I remember how I never had to worry about anything, and my brothers also knew they had me with whatever they needed.
There were also days when my brothers would bring home wounded birds or even squirrels, and we would dedicate most of our time after school to care for them till they healed. And the beautiful part? They always made me be the one to free the birds after they became better. Eventually, we moved on to dogs and to cats. I became really good at caring for animals.
In primary school, it was almost similar. I remember countless occasions when I saved my friends from their bullies, and no, it wasn’t as if I was strong enough to beat them. I used to just asking them a lot of thought-provoking questions to help them see what they were doing and how wrong it was.
I strongly believe these childhood experiences made me see clearly that side of me, and I must say I am totally in love with it. And that’s because it just comes with this sense of fulfillment I can’t even explain.
Currently, my friends call me Assistant Jesus because of how supportive I am with whatever they are going through and at whatever time. I am that person who doesn’t mind being there for someone from dusk to dawn. Sometimes, my friends ask if I sleep at all because I’m always available to lend a helping hand. But truly, I think the world is already cold and the least I could do is just warm up someone’s smile by being there.
And there are even times I say I won’t be there for people because they took advantage of my support and me, but the moment they come calling, I just answer. I find it hard to watch on when I see someone in a vulnerable state. I realized my natural reflex is always going to their aid, whether physically, emotionally, financially, or however they need me.
When I think of what I was doing right from my childhood till today, I get so convinced that I’m here because of the vulnerable. Those who can’t stand for themselves. Those who have nowhere to turn to and feel very helpless. Just like the wounded birds and the students who were being bullied. And that’s certainly what I would want to be remembered for oneday.
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