About A Baby and The Writer
Soon enough, a Grandfather at early forties? He received the news like he won the lottery. Well, babies are cute to begin with and each time you see one, you marvel at the miracle of life. He would often say, "they should be... otherwise no one will take care of them."
He has always been difficult to deal with, and he thinks differently. He would always get frustrated whenever he would be corrected.
He had read that when we were born, we did not have a guide of instructions on how we should be raised. No manual... to be simply put.
But, he has become the potential that God gave him. He chose the vocation of writing. And, a writer who happens to be Roman Catholic.
Now, he understands why he had to go through all those excruciating trainings and sufferings all his life. He had to be 'unoffendable'. It is a tough world out there. No guts, no glory.
He can sleep on the floor, walk for some kilometers, hike, climb a mountain, take insults, discrimination, cruelty, and offer his life for his country and to God, the whole nine yards, basically.
However, he cannot, purposely, ruffle any feathers. He could only vent and nothing more. And, ultimately, apologize every time. Because miscommunication destroys bridges.
The frailty of humanity. While the norm is survival of the fittest, and yet we are weak.
In the final analysis, in God we trust. Then, we become strong.
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