I just called my grandmother this morning to arrange that I will be fetching her at 6pm tonight so that she can sleep over at my place so we can have an early trip tomorrow to the beach at Infanta, Quezon.
Then she tells me she doesn’t want to go anymore. Why? Because she says we don’t have that much money and that she still feels weak and would rather be stronger.
I told her that the reason this is an emergency trip is because she already is an emergency case. Her health is at its worst I have ever seen and it is now or never. If she delays she could die.
Then she tells me she has stopped dieting and started eating eggs. Well I never told her to cut down on her food consumption. I just told her to stop eating meat, milk and fried foods.
Then I tell her I’ve already arranged for a driver and that we can stay overnight only if we had not much money. Then she says, “Okay okay just so you will stop pestering me.”
Such statements would have detered the common good samaritan, but not me. I know her. She needs to go to the sea now. Its either now or never. Death is knocking at my grandma’s door.