Family vs. high paying job??

Just realized that it’s been three years I keep this blog. Three dragging years.

Many things happened, more things were left unwritten though. Well as you know some things better left unsaid. Whatever written here, I’m just glad I recorded them. Even if not many people read them (don’t necessarily need an audience), it sure brought back memories when I read what I wrote.

Recently my patience has been tested. Tested to the real end. I always remember how it’s tougher to take your words back (the nails on the wall), it’s even tougher to bite your tongue and let your feelings ripped apart. In one occasion I just couldn’t hold it any longer I just had to scream in the car while driving. Nope, nothing came out of it, but it did made me feel a little bit better.

It’s strange how unpleasant things happen and we start to question ourselves (and God), but another thing happened and we sort of discard the first less important unpleasant thing and decided to dedicate our energy and time more to the other matter.

In short, something bad happened at work, our team screwed up on a work (the forgotten little detail), and lucky enough I had to collect everything required to get this one detail done. After the bad news, came another bad news that my dad got sick. He just got back from Papua and got malaria. Doesn’t sound serious (or he made it sound like that), but even at that point and even though I’m away I know what’s more important. If he had been so ill and had to be rushed to the hospital I’d get the next flight and let the other staff finish what was lacking.

Family is still most important. I haven’t been in a position of having to choose, but I would like to say that even if my job is at stake, but if the consequence my family has to pay, I’d choose my family. All’s well ends well… Dad’s getting better, and the little detail was done. Can’t thank God enough..