“Ang Mga Basurero”
I received this touching story from my e-group and I would like to share it with you. Perhaps you have read this before as this has been circulating for quite some time, but hey it’s worth re-reading and reflecting on especially that the Yuletide season is just around the bend. I am reminded of that quote “I cried because I had no shoes, until I met a man who had no feet.” Yes it made me realize how blessed I am, and that we should share our blessings to others even in small ways. Moreover, the basureros’ perseverance and positive outlook in life also made me realize that “there are no hopeless situations, there are only men who have grown hopeless about them.” C. J. Mesina
Here goes…
Ever since it was diagnosed that I am having a possible heart enlargement in the last APE, I have exerted more effort to do physical exercises.
I do jogging during weekdays and do long-ride mountain biking every Sunday.
But this Sunday is a special Sunday to me. While I was on my way to the mountains of Busay (Cebu) hoping to strengthen my heart by this exercise, instead, I personally encountered a heart-breaking scene that changed me.I already passed theMarco Polo Plaza (formerly Cebu Plaza Hotel) when I decided to stop to buy bananas at a small carinderia located along the road. I haven’t taken any solid food that morning so I need fruits to have the needed energy to get to my destination - the mountain top.I am almost done eating with the second banana when I noticed two children across the street busily searching the garbage area. “Basureros” I said to myself and quickly turn my attention away from them to sip a small amount of water. I cared less for these kind of children actually; to make it straight, I do not like them, and I do not trust them even more.
You see, several times I have been a victim to these kind of children who are pretending to be basureros looking for empty bottles and cans when in fact the ‘palangganas,’ ‘kalderos,’ and ‘hinayhays’ are their favorites.
I remember one afternoon while I was watching a Mike Tyson fight when I noticed that the TV screen suddenly became blurred. I checked outside and saw two young basureros running away with my newly installed antenna.
Hatred may be a little bit stronger word to describe my feeling towards these basureros, but I do not like them honestly not till I met these three children.
I was about to embark on my bike again when I heard one of the two children, a girl of about 7 or 8 of age saying aloud to the other, a 12-year old boy, “Kuya si Dodong kuha-a kay nag-sige’g tan-aw sa mga nagkaon, mauwaw ta.” (Kuya si Dodong kunin mo kasi tumitingin sa mga kumain, nakakahiya.), only then that I noticed a small boy standing near me biting slightly his finger. He’s a few inches shorter if compared to my 5-year old son (but I knew later that he’s also 5 yrs. old).
Though he did not ask for food from anyone in the carinderia, the way he looked at the customers who were eating, enough to convince me that he’s intensely craving for it. The older boy then quickly crossed the street and gently pulled out the little one who politely obeyed. As I watched the two crossing back the street to the garbage area, I heard the tindera saying “Lo-oy kaayo nang mga bataa uy, mga buotan ra ba na.” (Kawawa naman yung mga batang yun mababait pa naman.) I learned further from the carinderia owner that the children are from a good family, both parents were working before, and that their father got a stroke 3 years ago and became partially paralyzed and their mother died of heart attack while their father was still confined at the hospital. The parents were still in their early forties when the catastrophe happened, and the children became basureros since then to meet their daily needs and for their father’s medication.
Deeply moved by what I heard, I went to a nearby bakery and bought 20 pesos worth of bread and gave it to the children who initially refused including the little boy. “Sige lang noy, salamat na lang, magpalit lang nya mi kung mahalinan na mi.” (Sige lang po, salamat na lang, bibili na lang po kami mamaya kung makabenta na kami.) the young girl said to me.
I explained that they need to go home because it started to rain. “Naanad na man mi ani.” (Nasanay na po kami.) the girl answered again.
Again, I explained that the rain can make them sick and if they become sick there’s no one to take care of their father. Upon mentioning their father, they nodded and accepted the bread but I noticed that the older boy did not eat.
When I asked him if he does not like the kind of bread I bought for them he smiled but as he’s about to explain, the little girl, who is the more talker of them interrupted, “Domingo man gud ron, noy, basta Sabado ug Domingo hapon ra siya mokaon kami ra ang mokaon ug pamahaw pero dili na pod mi mokaon inig hapon, si kuya ra. Pero basta Lunes ngadto sa Biyernes, kay klase man, si kuya ra
sad ang seguro-on ug papamahaw, kami hapon na sad mi moka-on. Pero kung daghan mi ug halin mokaon mi tanan.” (Linggo po kasi ngayon, pag Sabado at Linggo hapon lang po sya kumakain, kami lang po ang kumakain ng agahan pero di na po kami kakain pagdating ng hapon si kuya lang po. Pero pag Lunes hanggang Biyernes, kasi may pasok, si kuya lang po nag-aagahan, kami hapunan lang pero kung marami kaming benta kami pong lahat kumakain.) she continued. “Ngano man diay ug mokaon mong tanan, bahinon ninyo bisan ug unsa ka gamay?” (Bakit kung kumain kayong lahat, hati-hatiin nyo na lang kahit kunti lang ang pagkain?) I countered.The young girl reasoned out that their father wanted her older brother to come to school with full stomach so he can easily catch up the teacher’s lessons. “Inig ka trabaho ni kuya mo undang na man mi ug pamasura, first honor baya na siya.” (Pag nagkatrabaho si kuya, hihinto kami sa pamamasura, first honor kasi siya.) the little boy added proudly.
Maybe I was caught by surprise or I am just overly emotional that my tears started to fall. I then quickly turned my back from them to hide my tears and pretended to pick up my bike from the carinderia where I left it. I don’t know how many seconds or minutes I spent just to compose myself; pretending again this time that I was mending by bike.
Finally I got on to my bike and approached the three children to bid goodbye to them who in turn cast their grateful smiles at me. I then took a good look at all of them specially at the small boy and patted his head with a pinch in my heart. Though I believe that their positive look at life can easily change their present situation, there is one thing that they can never change; that is, their being motherless. That little boy can no longer taste the sweet embrace, care, and most of all, the love of his mother forever. Nobody can refill the empty gap created by that sudden and untimely death of their mother. Every big event that will happen to their lives will only remind them and make them wish of their mother’s presence.
I reached to my pocket and handed to them my last 100 peso bill which I reserved for our department’s bowling tournament. This time they refused strongly but I jokingly said to the girl “Sumbagon teka ron kung di nimo dawaton.” (Suntukin kita pag hindi mo tinanggap yan.) She smiled as she extended her hand to take the money. “Salamat noy makapalit gyud me ron ug tambal ni papa.” (Salamat po, makakabili na kami ng gamot ni papa.) she uttered. I then turned to the small boy and though he’s a few feet away from me, I still noticed that while his right hand was holding the half-filled sack, his left hand was holding a toy, a worn out toy car. I waved my hands and said bye-bye to him as I drove towards the mountains again. Did he just find the toy in the garbage area or the toy was originally his - when the misfortune did not take place yet? - I did not bother to ask. But one thing is crystal clear to me, that in spite of the boy’s abnormal life, he did not give up his childhood completely. I can sense it that way he hold and stare at his toy.
My meeting with that young basureros made me poorer by 100 pesos. But they changed me and made me richer as to lessons of life are concerned.
In them, I learned that life can change suddenly and may catch me flat-footed. In them, I’ve learned that even the darkest side of life, cannot change the beauty of one’s heart. Those three children, who sometimes cannot eat three times a day, still able to hold on to what they believe was right. And what a contrast to most of us who are quick to point out to our misfortunes when caught with our mistakes. In them, I’ve learned to hope for things when things seem to go the other way.
Lastly, I know that God cares for them far more than I do. That though He allowed them to experience such a terrible life which our finite minds cannot comprehend, His unquestionable love will surely follow them through.
And in God’s own time they will win.
GOD BLESS!!!
