Wishing Him Well

I should not really be surprised with his presence in a high-risk environment knowing his passion for development issues. We both joined the organization almost at the same time, and I got the chance to know him during the three-day orientation for the new staff. Both of us were in transition: I managed to quit (finally!) a highly paid job in the corporate world to explore an area that I perceived then will give me more fulfillment; he on the other hand just got back from his post-graduate studies. We worked on several projects, updated each other on our experiences and plans and occassionally joined for drinks (sometimes with singing sessions). I left for London while he went on a mission. I lost touch and never imagined to hear something about him in a very unfortunate manner. For the last several days, I have been receiving emails and updates from our ex-colleagues about his situation. The world is definitely becoming a more complex environment, and when you particularly know someone who is caught in between, one can't help to think what the world has become. So many questions, why involve innocent people...so many whys? He just wanted to help. Last night, I couldn't help think about him and his present situation. I felt helpless.

I don't consider myself a religious person. In fact I am at a point where I am trying to discover (or question) my own perception of faith or religion. But somehow last night, I felt that there is nothing much I can do but perhaps leave his fate to Someone...hope that Someone will provide him the courage and strenght to carry this through. Admittedly, it is difficult for me to even say fate because there is so much uncertainty there. I only wish for his safe return home. I told hubby about my discomfort and struggle. Before sleeping, hubby and I shared and voiced out our good wishes for him, and hoped that the spirit of our thoughts will somehow get through.

for his hand, though heavy and hard,

is guided by the tender hand of the Unseen

-Kahlil Gibran-