This
was originally posted in my Wordpress account (July 23, 2012). But I decided to
transfer it here. :)
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This
is an article I wrote under a pen name in our high school newspaper. I saw this
article on my “treasure box” as I was searching for an old letter from a
friend. I was not able to research about the date this was published in the
school newspaper.
Funny
how I achieve some of my dreams when I was a child. ^_^
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The
Excessive Me
One
little two, little three, little Indians. Four little five, little six,
little Indians. Seven little eight, little nine little
Indians. Twelve little Indian boys… ???
I saw
the light of the day on October 16, 1985, Wednesday afternoon at the Provincial
Hospital in Sta. Cruz, Laguna. It was where my father brought my mother
from our place in Los Baños, Laguna. Unlike my older sister and younger
brother, I was not born in Los Baños, our residence.
And
unlike my sister and brother, I was born with twelve fingers where four were
webbed on each hand. And this is the same as my toes. My elder sister has also
twelve fingers but only two webbed fingers. My brother was born with normal
number of fingers and toes and not webbed.
My
father used to tell the story when I was born in the hospital. He recalled
shortly when I came out to see the day, the physician attending to my mother
and I immediately asked the nurse to call my father for an inquiry. The
physician was then surprised to see my webbed fingers and toes which is
unusual. But upon seeing my father, she was not surprised at all. My father
from whom I inherited my webbed fingers and toes has actually fourteen fingers
and toes. Of course, he is not surprised at all for my eldest sister inherited
his polydactyly character.
It
was only when I was five years old when I noticed that I am different from
other normal children. After my father decided to have my elder sister removed
her extra finger and the web in her hands, he asked if I would be willing to
have my fingers operated on also. Of course, young as I was I did not like it
and even now, I don’t like my polydactyly character be removed.
My
father and some of other up to now insist that my hands be operated on. I still
don’t like it. I know that God has given me this physical make up and He knows
like my father I will make my life as He wants to be.
Today,
I believe I am still lucky and always think that what other normal person can
do, I can also do it. I don’t consider my abnormality a hindrance to lead a
normal life. I am also grateful that my parents were very able to send me to
school where I am now in 4th year and was in the pilot section.
Modesty
aside, I manage to maintain a good scholastic record being a consistent member
of the honor society from 1st year to 4th year.
I
enjoy doing things that would enhance my artistic creativity. When I was in
elementary, I dreamt to be an architect or an engineer. I am also interested
about the new happening around and always ask questions why it happens and how.
I
know I have so many things yet to discover, so many things to know and I’ll
keep on searching. I know I have a special place in the earth as anyone has.
And I thank Him for that.
They
say it is not nice to write about one’s self. But come to think of it, it is
only I who knows me well more than anybody else. It is for this reason that I
am writing about myself.
