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[19:15 Ortigas Station]

As I normally do, I was bouncing. 

With the extra body mass I have, nature dictates that I should bounce. 

It was yet another day at the MRT--jam-packed, cold and a lot of Irate passengers ready to snap at anyone at any moment. As for me, I was a little extra cheerful that day. I was bouncing, shaking and (secretly) dancing to the tune of "Every move I make" by the David Crowder Band (and God knows how much I was enjoying my self). All these in perfect sync with the shakes and bumps of a moving MART, just so no one would know. And as I was looking at the nearest window, I saw the EDNA shrine coming into view shining it's full glory (with the EDNA anniversary fast approaching). I checked my bag, fumbled for my MRT stored value card with much effort and I touched my cellphone and wallet making sure that there all there. All set!

I looked at the nearest door and found myself trapped in a sea of sweet smelling people (I was desperate to keep off the awkward smell so I had to believe it was sweet). I needed to at least squeeze my bulky self near the exit, dodging a few elbows, excused my self to few well groomed employees and bumped into soft bellies until I was a few jumps away from the doors. But I was intent to go a little more. 

I was behind two sweet lovers. Both wearing matching school uniforms--blouse, skirts, and bags (yes, there both female).

"Excuse me, pwede pong makidaan?" I asked politely. One of the girls, sporting a Justin Beiber hairdo, obliged and moved a little. But while she was moving, I heard a treat.

"Ang layo-layo pa eh, uupakan kita!" 

I was shocked. Even though I had my earphones propped to my ears, I'm sure I got her right and I was dumbfounded. What hellish, unforgivable, inhumane thing did I do to warrant such hostility? It ticked me off. What made me snarl more was that the other girl was laughing, mocking my self pride even more. My head spun. I felt my face burn with rage and my ear tingle with wrath. 

In my mind I was Manny Pacquiao, IP man, Jackie Chan, Bruce Lee and Po (Kungfu Panda) all at once, ready to win a fist fight with this girl. I was angry. Any living mortal who is in my position would know that I have to feel just that.

I sighed. I looked around and people around us were looking at us, expecting a fight, waiting to see a fist to someone's face. I had to do something. I can't let my fans go home disappointed so I did the unthinkable. 

I took a deep breath, absorbed God's love, closed my eyes, and as I opened it, I looked at the girl, smiled at her and with all sincerity, I blurted out "Sorry po. God bless you." 

At that moment, the doors opened and I was moving my way to the exit. I felt eyes following me. As soon as I got to the platform, I took another deep breath looked back at the MRT window and saw the two lovers, crestfallen. What made me smile was there were at least three person beside the lovers who smiled back at me and I knew I did what was right.

I've always believed that my greatest strength and is my capability to be kind. Some people do a lot of workouts and knows a little self defence and knows how to fist fight but not me. Violence isn't my calling. 

I tell you, doing the right thing is hard. You have to overcome all your human tendencies, all your instincts and it's unbelievably hard. But I follow the divine. I followed Jesus' example for I believe Jesus not only saved us through the cross, but by setting an example how a Christian should live life. I followed not my human instincts, but the divine for when this human self dies, all we have is our divine self.

Be the kindest person you can be and let the glory of God be upon all of us. 

Beloved, now we are children of God, and it has not appeared as yet what we shall be. We know that, when He appears, we shall be like Him, because we shall see Him just as He is. I John 3:2

May God's love overflow in your heart, 

Rex Van Carlo E. Mollo
Ad Majorem Dei Gloriam!

P.S. This is the first of, hopefully,  many stories that will be posted in my new blog account. Please support me and pray for me in making Jesus proud.