|Lost and found.|
My destination was an art gallery found at a corner of 2 streets, that was all I know and that was all the information I had to lead me there. I went on taking the bus that my bro-in-law told me to take. I told the conductor to drop me to the place I intended to drop off. Advised by my seatmate, he nudged me telling me to go down because we have reached the place I was telling him about, and confirming from the yells of the conductor, I went down the bus. But I knew even upon entering the corner a few minutes ago that I wasn't in the right place, this was confirmed by the candy seller, tricycle driver and van shuttle caller. They don't know the place where I wanted to go. So the guard from the bank nearby asked me to go to the overpass because near there was a barangay station and people there could teach me where to go. So I grabbed my 11"x16" framed art and went down the street for a 5 minute walk towards the station. Inside I saw 3 men sitting down on plastic chairs and at the corner there was a man at the desk, whom I would be asking directions from. He then phoned another barangay station as the place I was going to wasn't part of his terrirtory. Over the other line was a 40-ish year old woman, telling me to go to the gate, and hop off the jeep at a certain point, I found myself scribbling hurriedly on my notepad, and just to be sure, repeated to her what she just said. So when all was noted and right, I thank the lady, put down the phone and thank the guy at the desk. I went up the street again from where the candy seller was at and got a jeep there to take me to my destination. I dropped off, crossed the street with a woman and her little girl. Got inside the gallery and submitted my art. Heading outside, I still didn't know how to get home so I then asked a tricycle driver for directions, upon asking, another driver rallied over to what the other driver was saying. They both said to get the jeep which would take me to the highway and I did. I then paid the jeepney driver and went down the highway along with a handful of passengers, walked a few distance and snuggled under the shed of the tree. I saw the jeep that would take me home, hopped in, dropped off and walked home from there.
You see, I had been through a lot of people, for what I thought was just a simple errand of going to the gallery and going home. It was far more twisted than I could have imagined, and a trip that I thought would only take me less than 2 hours took me almost 3 hours to accomplished, but I didn't complain. Not a bit. Frustrated? Not at all. Anxious? No, never. Getting lost in a place that I haven't been to, getting lost under the extreme heat of the sun, getting lost while it's hot and smoke belched out was clouding up my lungs, for sure those would probably upset me. But, you see, I didn't really got bothered by it all, for what really, truly appeared to me was that people from all sorts of background were there to help me readily, willingly with concern and care. They even asked others for directions for me. I felt guided, safe, and above all loved. For me, the simple errand of submitting my artwork was a journey of love. By being lost, I found His love through these people who had helped me find my way.