Family Love

Call it a clan, call it a network, call it a tribe, call it a family. Whatever you call it, whoever you are, you need one.
~Jane Howard

I'll deviate from my usual investment topic, into something more personal.

The past days, Chase has rediscovered the extra care and love that his family has for him, when he got sick starting last Wednesday. He had high fever then, and was having wild stomachaches every couple of hours (or was it minutes?). Chase, who lives in Manila with his brother and sister only, has grown quite independent himself and usually, given circumstances such as this, can recover with simple medications and rest. However this time, there was something very wrong. His sister was worried sick, that she hardly slept Wednesday and Thursday night. By Thursday, his brother (who's a doctor) became increasingly worried as well, because Chase is complaining of having heart aches ( not the love kind! ). Now by Friday everyone was so worried, thus their mother decided that she needed to go down to Manila from Baguio to take care of this sick boy.

This story is not about Chase getting sick. It's about his family being there for him when he needed it the most. The outpouring of love was enormous, that made him think of how he really wanted to be there for them, not just when similar circumstances arise, but to be just there for them.

Isn't it wonderful how lucky we are that these people love us so much?

I remember a couple of years back, that I felt so strongly loved by my family as well. I had food poisoning from school and had the effects while I was riding the LRT. My stomach ached so badly that I got off at Central Station because I felt like passing out already. I hyperventilated, couldn't move my fingers, and the stomach ache was unbearable. I went to the bathroom, but I just cannot get it out of my system! Good thing, LRT Central Station had a clinic ( I didn't know they had one, I just thought of going down there because they had restrooms for sure ). So the station called my mom, who called my dad to pick me up at once, who then called my brother to get to the LRT station ASAP. However, my brother then had a math exam, but he was so worried, that he did the exam so fast, left the class, and went straight to see me there.

You know, such stories, just make us want to just say to ourselves, "damn, we are so blessed!"

And it makes us realize, that we really do want to be there for them as well.

Our family, is a blessing. We should always thank the Lord for giving us such wonderful people who love us unconditionally.