A Flash From The Past
Jaffar Kadry
Creative
A Flash From The Past
“ Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep.” That was the treacherous sound that I had to wake up to everyday for the past three days and the next four, on my vacation tour of the Philippines. And the following motion of my left arm swinging furiously over my body and slamming onto the alarm clock was what ended it. It was 7:45, the normal time I woke up to get ready, before the buses would leave the hotel at 8:30 for the tour that day. Everyday was different, and we didn’t know what would happen because whenever someone asked the tour guide what the plan was for the day, he would just say, in his Philipino-English accent, “I surprise you.”
So after a long two hour bus ride we finally came to a stop in a huge mud puddle and were forced to walk through it, or stay on the bus for the rest of the day. I, luckily, was one of the smart ones in the group and wore rubber boots that were also good for hiking, which was what we were doing that day. As I stepped off the last step, on the bus, I plowed through the mud with not a care in the world. And without even waiting for anybody the tour guide was off, and began the hike. While everyone was in their perky, disgusted moods, trying to get through the mud, I ran after him and followed him up the trail. Like what did you expect, it’s a hike and people were wearing brand new white shoes and expensive Gucci flip flops. I didn’t care much about the people in my group, they were the rich type who drank the most expensive wine and went to exotic places for their vacations, so I just continued on up the hill and followed the guide.
As time past, we began to lose one member at a time. They just stopped and fell like someone was shooting them down from the top of the hill. And they kept being shot down until we made it to the edge of a cliff, above a river, just me and the tour guide. I looked around, not surprised at all that it was just us. I could tell from the moment I met them that they weren’t cut out for this tour. After pretending to be in shock, I turned my head ever so slightly. Everything felt like it was in slow motion. Until, my eyes locked onto three children, two boys and a girl with backpacks, floating down the river. And my heart sank. Not knowing what to think or feel, I asked the tour guide what was going on. And he told me they are on their way to school. Immediately my thoughts flashed back to my late high school years when I was driving to school. Guilt flowed through me like the walls of a dam collapsing down and the water rush through with nothing to stop it.
I remembered how I would drive to school every Friday, and I would only take my father ́s newer, better looking truck, then my mom’s older SUV. and if I was forced to take the SUV, I would become angry at my mom and yell at her because I didn’t want to drive an old car and look bad in front of my peers. These poor children, all three of them crammed together on one floaty, hoping that one of them doesn’t fall, causing the rest to follow. And I was a spoiled teenager complaining that I couldn’t take the car I wanted. All these materialistic views have caused me and many others to become blind to the struggles and problems that others face in their day-to-day lives. I was so ungrateful for even having the chance to drive, let alone getting to school and back safely, that I would disrespect my mother because I didn’t want to drive her car. I stood on the edge of the cliff, filled with regret for all the times I was not grateful for the chances I got and the things I had, the people I was with and the moments we shared. The toll that materialism has on an individual’s mind is unimaginable. People will shut out everything in their lives just to attain a high social status. And when that is all over, and they have everything they’ve ever wanted, all the true things that they need are not there. After contemplating my past experiences, I lowered my gaze, turned around and walked away. And after that moment I made a pact with myself that I wouldn’t take anything for granted anymore.
On our way back to the hotel I sat beside the window and gazed through it. Seeing all these beautiful trees and plants, and children walking barefoot with ripped clothes holding food and water. I knew that this was what I would see, but I didn’t know the toll it would have on me after seeing it in person.
The last four days of my trip went by dramatically fast. I had cancelled the rest of my trip and instead went to a nearby village and helped them with whatever they needed. Everyone was poor and sick. They didn’t have any clothes or freshwater. And through all the hardships they had one important thing: unity. They were all together and happy, even through the poverty and struggle. They didn’t mind living were they were, as long as they had their family with them. And after that trip my whole world changed. As soon as I got back home to Edmonton, I began volunteering at shelters and food banks. And most importantly, I never took my mother or family for granted ever again, and cherished every moment we shared and will share together.