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Tuesday, January 06, 2004
A Story
She was there cleaning what seemed to be a very dirty staircase of an old church. It was not luck that brought her in there. It was her will to be in this place. Sacred and holy. She wanted to be a nun. So strong her will was, she escaped from her far a way barrio just to be the nun she wanted to be. Pure, kind and gentle she was, life in a very unfamiliar city would be so cruel for if not for him. Fr. Noel Arquilla, her advisor and friend. He found her hopelessly sitting on the side walks of the street, poor and hopeless. He was her savior. There he was, sitting in an old pattio with his priestly friends joking and laughing how he was able to maintain his youth at his mid 40's. He was tall,dark and if you look closely, he's handsome. You can tell his life's not been that easy. He's not fat like his fellow priests were. His body's build so well that sometimes she wonder how come he was a priest and not an actor. She look up to him that well. He was friends with her. They talked of life and love and so many adventures that sometimes she wonders if its all true. She always listens to him and his world of plays and happiness. Even the children loved him and every one in his small parish
"It's quite a shock isn'y it?" A full pledged nun came to her and said.
"How he became a priest and all with his handsome hands."
Hands? What hands? She begun to wonder.
"On the weekend I'll send you back to the contemplation house, a nun in training should always hear what a superior says and keep quiete about it" Sister Milaflor noticing her curiousness said in tense.
That was just one of her peculiar experiences as she stays in the church's dormitory. It was just Sis. Miraflor who is so weird and so intense specially when she have a talk to Fr. Noel. What is it to her? Its her lie and a nun in training must keep quiet.
She was there cleaning what seemed to be a very dirty staircase of an old church. It was not luck that brought her in there. It was her will to be in this place. Sacred and holy. She wanted to be a nun. So strong her will was, she escaped from her far a way barrio just to be the nun she wanted to be. Pure, kind and gentle she was, life in a very unfamiliar city would be so cruel for if not for him. Fr. Noel Arquilla, her advisor and friend. He found her hopelessly sitting on the side walks of the street, poor and hopeless. He was her savior. There he was, sitting in an old pattio with his priestly friends joking and laughing how he was able to maintain his youth at his mid 40's. He was tall,dark and if you look closely, he's handsome. You can tell his life's not been that easy. He's not fat like his fellow priests were. His body's build so well that sometimes she wonder how come he was a priest and not an actor. She look up to him that well. He was friends with her. They talked of life and love and so many adventures that sometimes she wonders if its all true. She always listens to him and his world of plays and happiness. Even the children loved him and every one in his small parish
"It's quite a shock isn'y it?" A full pledged nun came to her and said.
"How he became a priest and all with his handsome hands."
Hands? What hands? She begun to wonder.
"On the weekend I'll send you back to the contemplation house, a nun in training should always hear what a superior says and keep quiete about it" Sister Milaflor noticing her curiousness said in tense.
That was just one of her peculiar experiences as she stays in the church's dormitory. It was just Sis. Miraflor who is so weird and so intense specially when she have a talk to Fr. Noel. What is it to her? Its her lie and a nun in training must keep quiet.
Sunday, January 04, 2004
This is the story of a love that shall last forever with a charming twist of fate and chances
