Ah… the old Atenean times.
His name was Angelito, and most people had given up on him. More or less brought to the world and still needed to be molded, what could he possibly do to get their attention? Hardly taught of anything, all he could probably do was cause more trouble just to make people feel his existence. He was calling for help, for someone to acknowledge him. A simple child, Angelito could not understand the world. He seemed to ignore everything but deep inside he may be disturbed, vainly trying to reach thin air hoping that someone may grab his hand.
The National Program Service Training (NSTP) tutors arrived outside the gates of Payatas B Annex Elementary School. Nauseous from the hour long ride, not to mention the disgusting smell coming from the garbage dumpsites we passed by, it was hard to be looking forward to teach and interact with the young minds. Nonetheless, we were told to proceed to the classrooms to be introduced to the tutees. I reluctantly entered the room and immediately sat to the most comfortable seat I could find. Oblivious to the instructions being given, all I wanted was to get this done with so that I could go home and rest. But my name was finally mentioned with another name, Angelito. There he was among crowd of children, orangey brown hair and skinny. I could not help but notice his impaired eyes too. How unfortunate this kid was. I approached and led him to the seats to familiarize ourselves with one another, but I could not utter a single word; aside from my reclusive character, I was occupied by his appearance and stature. We left the school after some time.
He was never absent during next tutorial sessions. His mind however was hard to penetrate. Distracted, he would often wander off from me and started playing with other kids without tutors. Many times I tried grabbing him back to our seats and teach him something. During reading tutorials, he would imitate what I just pronounced, but I doubted that he was paying attention. It was only after the next meetings that I was shocked to hear from his own voice the words and lessons I taught him; He remembered. I was actually on the verge of giving up but I was lucky enough to see that it paid off well. I realized how patience was important and how things would work out if I give enough effort into it.
A simple child indeed he was. Often laughed at his appearance, he would merely smile back. He kept reaching blindly and at last someone caught his hand. A person who tried to be for and with others has finally helped him. I just wished that when we end our NSTP insertions, someone would continue my efforts to nurture his youthful mind.