Papi bailed me out again. No, I wasn’t in juvie (nor I intend to at these moments).
When I was in Virginia, I lost my wallet (it was a gift for an exchange of presents in 7th grade), but it only had a few dollars, non-essential papers and my debit card from Puerto Rico (it was cancelled before coming here). My uncle bought me a new wallet with a chain on it…with a motor-like façade (rock star!) Alas, I have an unfortunate Midas-like effect: everything that’s handed to me (sans papers or tests) can break, rend, lose and/or get misplaced. Bad habits…
Today was not the exception. Going to school, I had money already on my wallet and needed some to pay for a college fair. Only fact is that the wallet was NOT in my pants: it was in my home, on the same wardrobe on top! I texted Papi (thank God for technology and cell phone plans!) so he could bring my wallet back. Though he was gonna yell at me; instead, he grinned and laughed.
Without my parents, what are the odds of me starving for idle carelessness? It looks that I will suffer indeed, but I need to learn how to play the game of life on my own.
I don’t know until when must I stop relying on my parents for everything, but I know that my reliance is on God alone. If they leave, it would take me a while to adjust to the fact that I’ll be running solo from now on; even with that, I rely on God alone. Whatever happens, things have to change…but not at my time…
When I was in Virginia, I lost my wallet (it was a gift for an exchange of presents in 7th grade), but it only had a few dollars, non-essential papers and my debit card from Puerto Rico (it was cancelled before coming here). My uncle bought me a new wallet with a chain on it…with a motor-like façade (rock star!) Alas, I have an unfortunate Midas-like effect: everything that’s handed to me (sans papers or tests) can break, rend, lose and/or get misplaced. Bad habits…
Today was not the exception. Going to school, I had money already on my wallet and needed some to pay for a college fair. Only fact is that the wallet was NOT in my pants: it was in my home, on the same wardrobe on top! I texted Papi (thank God for technology and cell phone plans!) so he could bring my wallet back. Though he was gonna yell at me; instead, he grinned and laughed.
Without my parents, what are the odds of me starving for idle carelessness? It looks that I will suffer indeed, but I need to learn how to play the game of life on my own.
"Will the wild ox consent to serve you? Will he stay by your manger at night? Can you hold him to the furrow with a harness? Will he till the valleys behind you? Will you rely on him for his great strength?"
Will you leave your heavy work to him? (Job 39:9-11, NIV)
Will you leave your heavy work to him? (Job 39:9-11, NIV)
I don’t know until when must I stop relying on my parents for everything, but I know that my reliance is on God alone. If they leave, it would take me a while to adjust to the fact that I’ll be running solo from now on; even with that, I rely on God alone. Whatever happens, things have to change…but not at my time…
