Not a coincidence

Everything was created with a purpose. The universe, this world, all living things especially human is created because it is for the glory of the Supreme Being. It is my favorite quote and is Bible-based that I am not an accident. So really things happened not because it’s a coincidence.

I’ve heard this from a lot of people who have experienced something that’s either amazing or unique events in their lives. But in my journey today, one person did say it twice – well, for the thought that it served its purpose.

It is not a coincidence that I was able to get a helping hand on that particular moment. That as I am thinking for the nth time why things are happening in the same way that I don’t want it to happen, there is nothing like coincidental for having someone beside me and even scaring me to death as he surprised me of his presence.

I was alarmed at that moment. It really didn’t synch in to me that here we go again, my job is really doing this to me. In a span of 15 minutes or so, I just stare blankly at passer-bys at the MRT station. I sat at the dining part of the bakeshop where I was staying and couldn’t even take my first step for me to get home. Part of me hindered me to stand up and head home, I had difficulty breathing. I texted my trusted persons. They replied and even worried. They symphatized. One moment I am standing at the side of the station where I can see all kinds of vehicles passing along EDSA. I stayed there for what seems forever, still blank and my eyes were blurred of the truth that just kept on hitting me. A text came. And another and another.

And then he’s there.

Not a coincidence. He was waiting at EDSA under the MRT station heading south going home. He received texts that he diligently replied. Then bothered by whatever he’s read, he told himself that if ever the bus that he’s seen arrived and haven’t received a reply from someone whom he’s replying, he will definitely take the ride. But just before the bus came and pass by in front of him, a text came, indicating he needs to do his job. He has to see me. He went up and look for me all over the station. Thinking that I wasn’t in the platform. Then almost disappointed that he won’t see me, he gave another chance. If on the second round he still can’t find me, he will just go home thinking I also was on my way home. But as he went ahead for the second time looking for me, his eyes caught me as I was going at the side of the station not facing him. He’s supposed to surprise me. And I was. Never thought that he’ll be just beside me. I was stunned.
Not a coincidence. He told me what happened and why he’s there. I replied back, not knowing that he’ll be there far from my expectation. I thought he was on his way home. Now he’s there and patiently listening to what has been a burden for me. He told me that it’s never a coincidence that he’s there with me. The fact that everything just happened smoothly made him think that I’m truly needing someone to ease the pain. That at that point in my life, a listening ear and an understanding heart is what really matters. 

Alongside, I felt relieved. At last, someone did something even without me asking. I considered him a blessing being the one to initiate in giving his hands to help. I can’t help but cry. I cried to him for the second time, this time in front of him. He comforted me. Shared things about himself. He enlightened me, cooling down heated emotions, joking and laughing as if there’s no tomorrow. I felt lighter. He really helped. And at that moment, I knew I found an angel. Before we part ways, I was a bit shaky because I cried a river, he offered a hug that kept me warm the whole time even after that conversation. A hug from a friend comforted me and removed the pain and wiped the tears away.

Not a coincidence. Because it never will be one, knowing that at the other side... somebody’s reaching a hand.

Lumangpapel's note: Written sometime in February. Only published now due to demand of the hearty writer. =)