Monster Labile

Wisdom

Suppose we know if tomorrow we will die without a drop of knowledge about the afterlife, surely we will only lament the unfortunate fate of the day that will happen.. And then people will say "oh pity.." maybe that's it. This happened to me once, precisely to one of my coworkers who had herpes. I was told by my family that I had contact with their family.

That afternoon, I rushed straight to the hospital. I used to call the deceased uncle because he already had a wife. Uncle is a good person in my opinion, a cheap smile and polite way of speaking. My feelings are mixed, I'll be fine.

Having arrived in front of the hospital I went straight in and asked the passers-by where the disease room was inside. When I searched the room, I was surprised why the sandals or shoes had to be removed and what surprised me more was a lot of patients. The room is not enough for the number of patients. Patients who do not get a room are forced to bring their own equipment and sleep outside, patio room. What every year is like this because I have not been to this hospital since my Junior High School friend got sick. After walking through each room I finally found the inner illness room. I entered one of the rooms and found all the bodies and faces I knew.. My feelings are no longer due to seeing the condition of uncle. He could only lie down because of his illness. My eyes started to glaze over and it felt so tight.

"Why is your face like that fidz?"

I knew what uncle meant and tried to control my emotions to calm down. He said the disease has been around for a long time since welding training was completed, about 2 months if not wrong. It is not important, what I am very worried about is the condition of the uncle at this time, what will happen to the uncle after?.. But I can't think far. As much as possible I should entertain uncle with my communication skills. We told a lot.

Uncle proposed wanting to meet with other friends as well as meet the welding teacher as well. I tried to contact the others with uncle's cell phone. Of course that uncle spoke to himself, I was already very embarrassed to meet them especially with the welding teacher. I glanced at the prayer beads and the yasin book next to uncle's right arm which was already immovable, his body was very thin.

"Eleased? Let me buy it" I said

On the eve of the night I say goodbye to going home and about the reunion tomorrow maybe I can't go, I'm ashamed for the mistakes I've made. The typical smell of the hospital decorates this memory. The occupant of the old man in the next room had already experienced sakaratulmaut. His family was crying and the doctor's face was covered with a mask.

I walked outside and kept away from the location. On the way my feelings are very messed up. Pain, sadness, shame and guilt. What am I supposed to do with all this?

Finding meaning about life..

I know God is trying to communicate with us through knowledge and wisdom in every event we experience so that we can be better. To be what is expected.

I was reminded again today...