Anne, Rainbow 3

The 8-Shaded Rainbow -Part tHREe

    Then there is Anne and Victor.  He is in his mid 40's I should say...I am guessing but I know this is one thing I am good at.  She is about my age too.  He recently got his annulment from his most recent marriage.  But he remains a father to a teenager back home.  Anne is a single mother to a little young man she dearly calls, Aaron.  And because the buzz in this circle is randomly suppressed and disclosed at random times, it didn't take that much longer for me to find out about Anne and Victor's story.  It was love at first sight for Victor; it was hate at first sight for Anne, the buzz declared.  Hate being an understatement.  Truth is, she loathes him.  For her, Victor is nothing but an old man trying to snatch her from the cradle.  A very dislikable creature she would never even dream of getting friends with, ever.  Well, not until one day when she "accidentally" got the chance to have a peek on his bank transaction receipt.  This sounds really ugly.  I am feeling awfully bad as I write about this part.  I mean, considering how I could personally attest to the fact that they are obviously happy with each other.  I witnessed that, first hand.  But my opinion here did not count as yet.  As the way it was whispered to me, let me give you a vivid picture of it.  You can imagine how dollar signs sparkled on her eyes like fireworks suddenly lightening up the darkness of midnight.  Yes, it is true indeed: "MONEY TALKS, BULLSHIT WALKS."  Alright, some might not be able to hold back those arching eyebrows.  But hey!  She is just being reasonable like all those bunch of chicks we commonly hear of these days.  "Love alone will leave you with nothing but an empty belly."  Okay, no.  I didn't give up on these love stories per se... Not yet...not quite yet.  What I am trying to say is that, if in case the buzz is true indeed, I don’t see a shade of injustice here.  Girls need be protected and secured not because we are needy and weak and insecure but most importantly because, we are special and we have to be treated nice... (Oops! I heard that...Yeah right, whatever!)  So cheers for Anne! That's my girl!

         As we are getting closer to the end of our trip, so much eye-opening moments flashed right through my very eyes.  I came to admire some of the bravest, the most tender-hearted, the risk takers, the gamblers.  I admire the intensified strength, I admire the convictions.  And whether or not they made the somewhat odd decisions, who are we really to judge? After all, I saw only the synopsis of it.  And somehow, along the way, I managed to see myself in bits and pieces from each of their stories.  Oh, how I would so much like to spend the longest time possible to know each of them even better.   To listen to them intently and hear their voices perpetually until I have everything I needed to know.

    And here we are, making a masterpiece as a "pack"; making a difference on each other's lives; making one's bad day a little better; turning one bad joke into a hilarious laugh; hugging to comfort; carrying along to make things lighter; listening to offer appreciation; holding a hand to say "you are not alone"...being a friend to one who is in a great big need of one.  We might not understand each other all that much but we somehow managed to live in manners of compassion...if only to reassure one another about the spirit of having someone around and "BEING THERE."