Miracle on a Friday the 13th

Six years ago, this date, August 13, fell on a Friday – yep your regular, much dreaded Friday the 13^th,, an unlucky day that has spawned many horror movies and unfounded fears.

I know of people who had unfortunate experiences to associate with this day. Why, just 3 months ago, a coworker while cruising through the NLEX, had an accident on a rain-drenched Friday the 13^th. He survived the collision with a broken neck; his car though was a total wreck.

Despite its sense of foreboding, miracles have happened for me on Friday the 13ths. I recall at least 3 dates which had been memorable moments in my life.

On a Friday the 13^th in 1992, I felt the full blast of the magic called love.
On a Friday the 13^th in 2001, I reached the peak of Mount Matutum – a long-sought dream.
And 6 years ago, a Friday the 13^th , I had a meteor shower of a lifetime.

The year was 1999; I was a Science Grade 7 teacher then. I was on my third month of teaching the kids who were all enthusiastic to discover life’s mysteries through science. That Friday night, I organized an overnight stargazing session.

August 13^th marked an annual astronomical event – the Perseids Meteor Shower. I explained to the kids that on a normal night one could see a handful of sporadic “shooting stars”. But occasionally the earth, during its annual journey around the sun, passes through a region in space with high concentration of dust particles. Such instances are a feast for sky watchers; the particles entering the atmosphere provide a spectacular and abundant display of nature’s fireworks.

I had looked forward to the event because my first experience of a meteor-shower observation in college had been an intimate and liberating one. Vicariously feeling the child-like wonder and amazement in my students I knew that if only the skies would cooperate they were in for in a marvelous treat, a rare experience that would anchor in their childhood memories.

If only the skies would cooperate and that had been the big if. Perseids Meteor Shower Observations had always been a tricky battle with Mother Nature. August skies are almost always overcast.

That morning did not provide any glimmer of hope. Ominous black clouds hovered above us. Neither was the official weather news encouraging. Even my horoscope for that day was not cooperative (okay okay I sometimes check out the horoscope for a sense of validation). On hindsight it did seem that all odds were against us.

I knew that all I could do was just hope. I prayed to God for a clear sky (I recall praying the rosary the night before, an act I rarely do). The prayer was not for me, it was for the kids. How would they handle the disappointment? How would they handle the brutal blow to their anticipation ?

And so it happened. On the night of August 13 in 1999, a Friday the 13^th, there had been a heavy downpour in the villages sorrounding Mt Matutum (as we’ve learned the morning after). The sky unloaded its watery weight and flooded the villages with its wrath.

On the foot of the mountain where the school is located, the scenario was entirely different, oblivious to the storm occurring in the nearby areas. The clouds had parted ways- as if an answer to my prayers- providing us a magnificent view of the clear imposing sky, teeming with stars.

We lay down there on the school field watching in awe and admiration as the awaited shooting stars zoomed intermittently in front of us. The kids screamed and shrilled at each find as if a treasure, their eyes glued to the sky lest they miss the next spectacle. Amidst their oohs and aahs I offered a prayer of thanks.

From the countless stories jubilantly told and retold in the days that ensued I knew it had been an experience they would cherish.

It has been six years since and yet I could still feel the exhilaration. I could still hear the echoes of their screams. I could still see the awe and excitement on their faces.

I could still fondly recall the miracle that happened 6 years ago on a Friday the 13^th.

De Puta Madre !

My week was a blast! I received a handful of unexpected yet very much welcomed emails from my friends all over the cyberspace. I got an excellent rating in my weekend Spanish class oral exams. I finally got to finish Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince and the Season 5 of CSI Vegas. And I finally got 3 consecutive strikes (no easy feat considering I came from dismal scores below 100) in our company bowling tournament – thereby entitling me for a free half-chicken.

For the lack of a more potent description I should say my week was “DE PUTA MADRE!”

Okay, okay before you squirm let me tell you that this phrase is tame, albeit vulgar-sounding. “De puta madre” according to my Spanish professor in context means “Superb!, Marvelous! or Fantastic! It’s synonymous yet more attention-grabbing than “Estupendo”

Just don’t forget to include “De”. Otherwise what you would be saying would literally mean “mother wh*re”

So the next time somebody asks you how things are on a terrific day, say it with chutzpah, “De puta madre !”

Click moments

Rina Jimenez David, a resource speaker in one of my MA Psych classes referred to such as “Click Moments”.

It could be an instance of enlightenment when a piece of heretofore-unknown information presents – oftentimes accidentally- in front of you. Suddenly your perspective changes with this new bit of the jigsaw puzzle. It’s like the Eureka of Archimedes. It’s the light bulb flashing scene for the detective in a whodunit. It’s the A-ha moment.

Click moments may provide clarity, closure and synthesis. However in some instances it could provide ambiguity and reexamination to what you’ve long embraced as absolute truths. Like the result of the Michelson-Morreley experiment for the speed of light which dumbfounded the scientists who were then espousing the Newtonian perspective of the universe.

Probably the most disturbing click moment I remember was the one I had in Shanghai. I was on a weekend tour to Wuxi to visit a GE site. Seated beside me on the coach was an EHS engineer from our Shanghai Innovation site. We exchanged ideas and experiences. Then came the casual mention that he does not have a God. I could not brand him an atheist for there is no conscious refusal on his part to accept the existence of a God. It just so happened that he grew up in an environment that never considered the existence of a Supreme Being.

And then I it dawned on me that he along with 1 other billion people have gone on with their daily routine without a God.

It deeply perturbed me. The acknowledgement of a Force much greater than us might not be an inherent human behavior after all.

Could it be possible then that this God is just a concept we’ve created (at least for some cultures) so that we would feel more secure? Could it be that we created this unfathomable and omnipotent Being so that we would feel less lonely? So that we would find meaning and significance? So that we would have something to hope for when we all die?

Blog Blooper

Never underestimate the immense power of the internet. All the while I thought my online dream journal was just within my radar screen. Twas supposed to be just a cauldron of my vivid, oftentimes incomprehensible dreams; the concoction not yet ready for public consumption

However for some utterly unforgivable stupidity on my part I have forgotten to click the right settings when I hastily joined the republika ng pilipinas group blog. And so not until Saturday night when John and Ria mentioned about it did I realize that my dream journal was up for grabs.

Aaargh….At least as a consolation I haven’t typed in the relatively controversial dream entries.

Oh well that ONLINE 101’s lesson learned the hard way…