The foreigner and the stranger

 

The foreigner and the stranger

 

Chapter 1: A Chance Encounter

An “A Chance Encounter” refers to an unexpected or unplanned meeting with someone. It often implies that the meeting was significant or memorable in some way. Such encounters can lead to interesting conversations, new friendships, or even life-changing events.

 

As a foreigner, I stepped onto Philippine soil on a balmy July 4, 2017. The air, thick with anticipation, whispered secrets of adventures yet to unfold. The sun, a golden witness, painted my arrival against a canvas of azure skies. I was an outsider, a wanderer, but the Philippines embraced me with open arms. Shortly after, on November 15 of the same year, I embarked on my first mission in Cebu City at a dormitory. Following that chapter, on May 14, 2018, I found myself transferred to Southern Mindanao, particularly to one of our Congregation’s schools in Davao City, where I have called home up to this year, 2024.

 

During my adventurous stay, I also spent a significant year at 214 N. Domingo, Quezon City, Manila, from June 16, 2022, to June 19, 2023, diligently preparing for the perpetual profession of vows. Subsequently, I cherished a heartwarming 36-day visit to my homeland, Indonesia, from June 20 to July 27, 2023, before returning to the familiar grounds in Davao City on July 29, 2023."

 

My life as a foreigner in the Philippines has been full of adventure for seven years. I've grown, explored, and had many wonderful experiences. And now, I have a story to tell you...

On the morning of June 25, 2024, I was on my way back to the convent after attending the early mass at San Pedro Cathedral Parish in Davao. As I passed by the Express Wash Laundry Center, a man in his forties approached me. This encounter was special because it was our first meeting. He was a tall man with a dark complexion, fluent in English, and he shared that he came from Bukidnon in Mindanao. Despite facing hardships due to his modest background, he proudly mentioned his recent graduation from a well-known institution in his hometown, where he earned a Bachelor of Elementary Education degree. He was in Davao to organize the necessary school documents for job applications.

 

He opened to me about his empty stomach and worries about his meals for the day. With humility, he asked for help with a meal and transportation costs while he searched for work. He highlighted his unfamiliarity with Davao City and his lack of connections, which led him to seek assistance from me, believing I could understand his situation and offer help without feeling burdened.

 

His story deeply moved me, prompting me to accompany him to the convent, despite not having any money on hand at that moment. We walked together to the campus, where I sought permission from the lady guard for him to wait in the vacant chairs at gate two. I quickly arranged 2000 pesos and gathered essential food items, including a fruit cake, 2 dragon fruits, biscuits, and noodles. Praying for his success, I handed him the food in a red eco bag and the money in a white envelope, explaining that the funds were from my monthly allowance as I had no salary. Gratefully, he accepted the assistance and departed.

In a selfless act of kindness, I chose to help him despite only having 1000 pesos, borrowing the remaining 1000 pesos from my friend's money without seeking permission. The lady guard observed the exchange without comment as I left for work, skipping breakfast that morning to dedicate the half-day to supporting the man in his job search. Later, I shared a post on my Facebook story, "God bless you," as a reminder of the stranger's encounter and a wish for his well-being.

Reflecting on the encounter, I realized that he sought assistance from me, a foreigner, perhaps believing I would be more receptive to his plea. I prayed for his prosperity and hoped his intentions were sincere. Curiously, I pondered whether he would return to express his gratitude in the future, acknowledging that only time would reveal the unfolding of events.

 

On Friday, July 5, 2024, at the campus around 10 am, I was in Graduate School room#1 with my classmates, working on our project "The Solar System" as assigned by our astronomy professor for our summer session showcase. Little did I know, the same stranger was looking for me, seeking my assistance. He approached the chief guard, Kuya P, and the lady guard at gate two, who happened to be the same guard from his first visit. Despite his efforts to reach out to me, the guard, aware of my busy schedule, suggested he wait for me to finish my work on the fourth floor. Patiently, they waited for my descent.

When the guard finally spotted me, he quickly got my attention, informing me that "Your friend is here." Surprised, I found him sitting in the familiar chair, and I greeted him warmly. He shared some positive news since our first meeting, detailing how he wisely utilized the money I had given him. He had applied for a job at a call center near SM Ecoland, attended interviews, and was hopeful about the salary and benefits. However, a new challenge arose as the manager required employees to stay in Davao City, prompting him to search for a boarding house. He was in the process of officializing his membership with the Social Security System and completing necessary paperwork. Amidst his updates, he spoke about inspirational Bible verses that emphasized love and goodness.

Expressing his gratitude for the previous assistance, he hesitantly mentioned his current financial needs. Calculating around 1,500 pesos for essential documents, he was reserved about asking for help with the boarding house expenses. Understanding his situation, I provided him with 2,000 pesos, including provisions for food like noodles, apples, cooked chicken adobo, and some chocolate. He thanked me sincerely before departing, promising that this would be the last time he sought assistance, to which I reassured him that he could still come to me if necessary.

 

Stay tuned for more in the next chapter…….

 

Chapter 2: Doubts and Disappointment

“On the first Friday of July, which fell on the 5th of the month, I dedicated my afternoon to a holy hour. During this time, doubts started creeping into my mind about the stranger’s intentions. Despite these uncertainties, I tried to stay positive, believing that his motives were likely sincere. The inner conflict led me to consider seeking counsel from a spiritual guide, feeling a sense of unease and questioning my decisions. Though I tried to maintain a sense of calm, lingering doubts continued to weigh on me. Turning to my faith, I entrusted my worries to Jesus, affirming that I WAS DOING WHAT I FELT WAS RIGHT AND LEAVING THE OUTCOME IN HIS HANDS. After the holy hour, I confided in one of my closest friends, sharing the details of my encounter with the stranger. She offered hope that his intentions were honorable and that the assistance I provided had been put to good use. I also admired the stranger’s courage in updating me on his progress. With this, my friend advised caution, suggesting that I pray for his success but be wary if he sought help again.”

 

On July 8, 2024, a Monday, I had a conversation with the chief guard and the lady guard, recounting my interactions with the stranger. I expressed my concerns about his authenticity, prompting them to share their observations. They highlighted inconsistencies in the stranger's stories about his identity, such as claiming his ID was at the police station and providing conflicting addresses. The guards suspected a possible scam, indicating that the stranger might be using deceptive tactics to solicit money. Reflecting on this revelation, I realized my naivety and lack of thorough assessment of the situation. I acknowledged the need to ask more questions before extending help. After our discussion, we agreed not to address the stranger's requests, with the guard instructed to inform him of my unavailability. However, upon further reflection, I decided to change course and asked the guard to notify me when the stranger returned so I could speak with him directly. The guard agreed to this new plan.

 

On the morning of July 9, 2024, around 9 am, the stranger returned, remembering my promise to assist him whenever he needed help. Despite being informed by the guard that I was on a retreat and unavailable until the following week, he persisted in wanting to meet me, leading to a disagreement. The lady guard hurried to the cashier's office to alert me to the stranger's presence, cautioning me not to leave due to his altered behavior, which had escalated into a dispute with the chief guard. I followed the guard's advice, expressing my worry about the potential threat the stranger posed to the guards, the school, and myself. Praying earnestly for protection and guidance, I felt a deep sense of regret that the stranger had taken advantage of my kindness and generosity, putting everyone at risk. Seeking solace through prayer, I grappled with the fear of encountering the stranger, opting to take a taxi to the immigration office to handle my visa concerns and ensure my safety. Upon returning to the campus safely, I approached the chief guard to inquire about the stranger's visit that morning. The guard explained that a disagreement had ensued as the stranger insisted on entering the campus to find me. Thankfully, the situation de-escalated, and the stranger left with plans to return the following week. As a precautionary measure, the chief guard also took a photo of his ID in case of any aggressive behavior or harm towards individuals on campus.

 

Find out what happens next in the upcoming chapter……

 

Chapter 3: Facing the Consequences

On the morning of July 10, 2024, I arrived at the campus at 6:45 am from the main campus. Seeing a lady guard near gate two, I shared my concerns about the stranger who made me uneasy. She asked about my journey, and I explained that I had traveled from the main campus, stopping at Mercury Drag. I open-up about my feelings of insecurity, discomfort, worries, and fear, confiding in her about feeling threatened by the stranger. She suggested seeking advice from an older companion, but I hesitated, fearing the consequences of disclosing my financial assistance to the stranger. Anxious about potential judgment, I chose to keep the matter private to avoid negative outcomes for myself, the guards, and the school. Despite my attempts to resolve the situation, I recognized that my actions had caused trouble.

 

In my anxious state, I fabricated a story to the lady guard, claiming that the money given to the stranger came from my accumulated extra allowance over the years. I detailed that our monthly allowance of 1400 pesos typically covered personal necessities like load, toiletries, and transportation. Additionally, I mentioned setting aside 100 pesos from the total of 1400 pesos each month for emergencies, including assisting beggars. While this had been my practice in previous years, the reality of my current situation, especially this year, was different as I hadn't saved any money for emergency needs. The truth, however, was that I had borrowed the money from my friend Derb, who had entrusted it to me before leaving for her country. I utilized this borrowed amount to aid the stranger without Derb's knowledge or consent. To mask my actions, I borrowed funds from another friend, Gend, to repay Derb, promising that I would refund the borrowed sum once my monthly allowance became available.

 

Reflecting on these deceitful actions at 7:26 am in the cashier's office, I felt insecure, contemplating the consequences of my lies and the potential fallout if the truth came to light. Through prayer, I sought courage, strength, and peace, acknowledging my troubled state and committing to handle the situation with honesty and integrity in the days ahead.

As of today, July 15, 2024, exactly 20 days after our first encounter, the stranger is no longer searching for me. However, I remain cautious wherever I go, at any time.

 

Uncover the next part of the story in the upcoming chapter….

 

Chapter 4: Seeking Peace

Amidst the shadows of my own missteps, I knelt in prayer, seeking solace and redemption. The flicker of a solitary candle danced before me, its flame a silent plea—a beacon for divine guidance, illuminating the path I longed to tread.

On that special day, the lovely morning of July 16, 2024, I went to the 6 am mass at our chapel. It was the feast of Our Lady of Mount Carmel, and a feeling inside me led me to the confessional. Though I wasn't ready, I was determined. I wanted forgiveness for the lies I told and for being tricked by the stranger. More than forgiveness, I craved peace to help me face life's challenges and avoid similar troubles.

Within the sacred confines, the confessor’s voice echoed Jesus’ timeless words: “Prayer is our defense,” emphasizing how prayer acts as a form of protection or shield in challenging times, providing strength, comfort, and guidance. Upon hearing these words, I experienced forgiveness washing over me like a cleansing stream, and peace enveloped my weary soul. In that moment, I caught a glimpse of the vast expanse of God’s grace—a force more powerful than any earthly struggle. The Sacrament of Reconciliation has bestowed upon me peace and complete forgiveness from the Lord.

 

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Chapter 5: Learning a Lesson—Discernment

After carefully examining the facts and thinking about what happened, I’ll be honest: I felt disappointed. My original intention was to be kind—to help and trust others. But then deception wrapped around my heart like a complicated web. Guilt ate at me because I had quickly accepted someone I didn’t really know.

 

In my quiet moments, when it’s just me and my thoughts, I wonder: Why do I feel so naive? It’s like a battle between my natural kindness and the harsh reality that not everyone is honest. Maybe I’ve been a bit foolish, but I’ve also shown compassion.

 

Still, confusion remains. Am I crazy? I look at my life, which feels as shaky as a fragile bridge. I compare myself to people outside my usual circle—those who seem more certain about life. Regret, I realize, often comes from acting impulsively without considering the consequences.

 

This experience taught me a valuable lesson: kindness is important, but so is being discerning. Not everyone carries truth in their pockets. So, I promise to be more perceptive, paying attention to the details of human interactions. And perhaps, just perhaps, wisdom lies in those quiet moments where we question, learn, and grow.

 

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Chapter 6: Moving Forward

I knew that it would be difficult, but I was determined to make things right. I wanted to learn from my mistakes and become a better person. Sharing my encounter with the stranger with the guards, I believe, was the right way to feel watched over and protected by those around me. This encounter made me realize the power of discernment, leading me to find God’s will in all things.

 

As I move forward, I carry with me my forever defender: prayer. With sincere faith, I hope that no one will fool me anymore. I trust that I am not alone if I have the courage to be honest. Realizations such as being kind to the stranger, having the courage to face challenges, and seeking peace and forgiveness have become important matters to cherish—a gift from God who continually molds my life to be worthy of His call.

 

I find myself braver now than ever, more confident in prophesying about my God who rescues me from harm. I am also determined to analyze the tactics used by scammers, even though my critical thinking may not always be strong enough to rely on. As I move forward, I want to try my best to use it, trusting that the grace of God is always there to polish my abilities. Additionally, this encounter has brought me closer to God, relying on His power beyond my understanding.

 

"The conclusion awaits in the next chapter, the final chapter of this story"

 

Chapter 7: The End

To conclude my story as a foreigner and share my encounter with the stranger, I would say that everyone has a unique story that shapes their lives. The events that unfolded on June 25th, 2024, were remarkable and caught me by surprise—I hadn’t anticipated them. Perhaps that’s why I fell for the tactics employed by the stranger. I hope this encounter will ultimately lead to transformation within me as a giver and in the life of the stranger as a receiver.

 

This story serves as a reminder for both me and, hopefully, for you as well: kindness should be extended to others, but caution is equally important. When seeking help, hesitation is best avoided, and learning from our mistakes is essential. For those who haven’t faced similar situations, I pray that you may be spared from them. However, if you do encounter such circumstances, reading my real-life story will better prepare you. Remember that scammers are bold manipulators who won’t hesitate to exploit any opportunity for their gain.

 

So, dear reader, heed this lesson: Be kind, but be cautious. Extend your hand without hesitation but learn from our collective mistakes. When you encounter a stranger, recognize that their story—much like yours—holds transformative power. Perhaps, in unraveling their narrative, you’ll find threads of your own growth.

 

And as the sun dips below the horizon, casting golden hues upon our intertwined destinies, know this: We are all wanderers, seeking connection, seeking transformation. May our encounters leave imprints on our souls, shaping us into givers, receivers, and, ultimately, catalysts for change. And now, allow me to share the poignant lyric from Roc O’Connor’s song—a gentle reminder for us all: “Seek the Lord while He may be found, Call to Him while He is still near.” May these words resonate within you, echoing across the vast expanse of existence. Seek, call, and embrace the transformative power that lies in connection, in vulnerability, and in the shared journey of wanderers. Let the sun’s fading light illuminate your path, and may you find solace in seeking.

 

 

To GOD be the GLORY forever!

 

Sending regards from the foreign voice in this narrative