Just when you thought...

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My mobile phone sounded an alert that a text message has just been received. It was my Nanay (endearment for mother in our native tongue Cebuano), she was asking me to visit a family friend who has just lost a parent. My roommate, Mila, went with me to the address that was given to me. There were not too many people. I saw a few familiar faces, and then I saw the friend whom Nanay was telling me about. I went to Him and, I didn't say anything, because I didn't just have the slightest idea what I should say, or what is at least appropriate to say. But it was him who opened a conversation by asking me how I am, how my studies are doing, my thesis, and just everything about me. Every single question that he asked were answered. That friend, whom I know as "Uncle Bibs" assured me that I'll be able to pull everything off, that I just need to trust God in every single thing. Wow, I said to myself embarassed, "who needs comforting here?" I thought silently as I smiled back at Uncle Bibs. I was never able to utter anyhting about his father's death, or, I can't remember if I ever said anything about it at all. Then more people came, one of them was Nanay's friend who has seen me transform from a play-tag - hungry kid to a not so concsious teenager, and then finally to a struggling servant of science. She hugged me and she seemed to be very pleased in seeing me. And then she asked everything what Uncle Bibs asked, and I patiently recited the same answer that I had. And then another "Aunt" arrived, and then another, and another. They have all encouraged me. I was expected to be the comforter, but it turned out that I became the subject that needs comforting, and I did receive some great deal of it.