The First Step

Often, the most difficult thing for someone to do in helping someone else is take the first step. The rest really just comes naturally. In other words, anyone can sense pain and suffering, but only a few are able to respond.

Just yesterday, I was in the bathroom in McDonalds. This little boy came in after me and used the urinal next to mine. As I was washing my hands, he went into the only cubicle in the tiny toilet, but walked out half a second later. This little guy looked lost- and I thought I knew why; He wanted use the sink but could not reach the tap.

I looked in his direction to see if my hypothesis was true. He looked back at me, and his eyes confirmed my suspicions. Most people don't take the first step for because they fear rejection. It is painful, no doubt, but don't let that stop you from helping those who really are in need. Look deeper into the situation, don't just ignore. There was another man in the toilet, which would have made rejection so much more embarrassing and the fear of that so real. But I made up my mind; GuardiAngel to the rescue.

I looked at the boy again, but this time, my eyes told him to come forward, and I moved my body aside while holding the tap running for him.

He looked at me, and came forward. We both left the restaurant together and I saw him reunited with his mother outside. For one little boy, I had saved the world.

Flashback: Nightwatch

It was a Saturday night, 3rd December 2005, the night before a very significant Sunday for me. I was going to be worship leading in church for the last time this year during "youth" ministry. But more than that, there was a good chance my "hole in the wall" would be coming to worship for the first time when I was leading at my church.


Having stayed up late to complete my worship PowerPoint slides, I was famished for rest. I had to be in church early for practice, which meant barely 5 hours of sleep. I decided to sleep on the living room floor to make sure that I could get up in the morning. But God had other plans for my night. I was running a temperature.


I could not sleep because of that. Taking an ice pack, I tried to lie down and doze off, but my mind remained alert. Then at around 2 a.m., I found out why God allowed this to happen; my hand phone came to life. The message I received was asking me if I was still awake, and it contained little hope in that was so.
One of my mortals was in need.


I smiled and felt my wings spread out.


That night, I stayed up late; but went to sleep feeling as if a halo was on my head.
For one little big girl, I had saved the world.


If you ever say to someone you’ll be there for him or her, you better mean it. It’s as good as putting your self on call 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. When that person does turn to you… you better be there for them like you said, or their pain could be made worst by the broken promise. I made a serious commitment becoming a GuardiAngel and live by that promise; Being there for the ones I love and have come to love.


By the way, I lasted through the next day with nothing but the thought of the task at hand and divine help from above keeping me going; at least through the morning. After that… I crashed. But still… It was a night well spent.

The Gift

Using the skills of craftsmanship that I had, I fashioned a ring for a close friend of mine. I have made many rings before, using materials ranging from plastic to metal to even leaves, but I have never made a ring so beautiful as this one. In fact, this one has a long history.


Borrowing some wire and a bead that looks like a pearl from my friends who were making earrings for open house, I made a ring for myself. The ring was too big for anyone's fingers originally, but I liked the design. It was much like the first one i made some years back, just that the wire was soft this time, so my fingers were not blistered, and the wire's sharp ends were not open, but hidden in the hole of the pearl. I brought it to school and it caught the eye of my friend who asked for it. So I decided to remake it.


Working hard into the night, I created a second ring by completely unwinding the first and starting from scratch. I corrected all the flaws and errors in the first. It was of such high quality and workmanship (on my side at least) that I thought it worthy of being more than just a normal gift. This was a Christmas present.


Yesterday I gave it to her. Even I was impressed when I looked upon it for the first time in days as I opened the box. It was really beautiful. Sadly... It was too small to fit on any of her fingers but the last one.


Even then... She really liked it. In fact, she had lost something very precious to her just a few days before, and this ring made her day. When I heard that... I was glad. That's encouraging... God's timing is perfect... I almost gave it too early. It may not seem like much, but I really put all I had into making the ring, and I'm really glad it helped in a way I never expected. So yeah... I saved the world again, in my own little way.

A New Beginning

I wanted to be a superhero.


I wanted to save the world.


Actually, I just wanted to make a difference in people's lives.




So I did.




I took on a new name that encompassed everything I wanted to be, and took the first step into living up to that name.


I was going to save the world.