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I am proud to say that my name is synonymous with the word miracle.

Just three months in this world, I almost died from an illness. I was saved by the grace of God just right after I was baptized. I was a miracle baby.

Growing up evidently weak, unhealthy and poor has been an uphill battle for me every day of my life. My years have been defined with lots of sufferings yet filled with meanings. Good things were never served to me in golden platter. I really have to pour out all my energies, guts and tears just so I will be aligned to the raison d etre of my being and to fit in to the core of my the soul by which God designed me.

Thirty-eight years; still struggling and longing to have my rightful place under the sun. Thirty eight years; still reconfiguring, reformatting and re-calibrating my belief system and values; still treading the difficult journey of having the dreamer in me unites with its  ultimate dreams.

Along the way, I have stumbled through life’s enduring lessons that have engulf me with sense of awesomeness and enlightenment, at times, giving me a mundane, euphoric feeling that no amount of earthly wealth can match. Truly, golden nuggets are never too far to look for, it is just right there where one is currently standing.

I believe that the search for meaning and understanding of life means being in the right place with the right people at the right time. What a wonderful blessing from God for giving me the privilege to spend the rest of my life here in my birthplace. And to be showered with the right people including my family, relatives, friends and co-workers. And for allowing me to live, even giving me a lot of undeserved extensions to my life. And for freely giving me all these wonderful years, in this time and place where I believe I am most needed. These are so great miracles, which I now realize have an effect of dislodging me from having all the right to complain.

Being a recipient of God’s tremendous miracles neither in any way makes me perfect, invincible nor makes me exempted from pain and sufferings. In fact, vicissitudes of life keeps on coming one after another leading me to always lay prostrate before God so He can help me get through it all. Allow me to say this, during hard times, all the more that I pray for more miracles as if everything depends on Him only.

At my age, I now fully realize that being a miracle baby is a huge responsibility. For a miracle was given not to stop where it fell, rather, to circulate unceasingly, multiple times, exponentially. 

Each day and year of my life presented me huge duties and responsibilities for my community. Key roles are given to me, both in my job and advocacies. I consider these things not as punishment, rather, a privilege to be grateful for and responsibilities to fulfill, not for personal glorification but all for God.

If God would give me more years ahead of me, I would still willingly lay it all for Him by serving others. If God would allow me start a new life, I would still choose this one He gave me. If God hopefully take me to His home, I would go with Him. After all, it is where this journey is headed for, to a place where the miracle baby and the Miracle Giver really belong.