Walking Experience: The Walk that Cost Me My Android
I had been into my self-imposed routine, off and on walking exercises, for about a month now. Lately though, three days in a row last week and two successive days this week, I had intensified the routine by walking an average of two hours non-stop walking each day.
From these five-day intensive walk adventures, I had experienced a lot of things that I could never have experienced if this idea of walking did not occur to me. Aside from the physical and psychological changes, I also had experienced the worst that could ever happened in a walk if we are not careful to choose the place to walk on. The last walk I had so far which happened the other day (well, I had to rest one day, yesterday, after the incident) was a disastrous one.
The Android mobile that I tied around my waistline was gone and I did not even notice how and when it was lost. Did somebody snatch it without me and the maid noticing it? Did it drop to my feet and my maid, who was tailing me all the way taking pictures of me and guarding me as well, and I did not notice it?
I never lost anything in my previous walks until I had stumbled to walk in a danger zone, slum area where the lowest societal residents, even petty criminals probably thrive. That was a very expensive mobile which only my well-off son can afford to buy, and it was his gift to me. God! I lost it in my walk.
Such terrible emotional state for the lost really depressed me and made me ponder on the connection between a walking exercise and about life as a "walk".
I was excited in anticipation for the walking experience today, when I left my apartment. The picture below shows the purse that I tied around my waistline when I left my apartment that morning; it contains my android and some cash.
Compare it to the picture below and after my two hours-walk later that morning; where there is none tied around my waist...my purse was gone! And boy! Do I look devastated!
I had been walking for two hours with that purse around my waist as shown in the following pictures:
The next are the last two pictures with the purse still tied around my waist line but before these two poses, I passed through three men standing at the back of the jeepney.
The next picture shows the disappearance of the purse though the belt was still around my waistline. At this point I had not noticed its disappearance yet, neither did the maid despite her taking my pictures all the way through.
Then I saw a place where I can sit to rest awhile because my right-leg muscles were "complaining";
...it was then I noticed that my purse was gone! The picture below shows my discovery of its disappearance...
I was so devastated so in my anger I threw away the belt and went back to the school where I previously worked and to a friend's place where I both dropped by earlier. In the picture notice that when I was there, the purse was already gone when I was in those two places and that was right after my pose in the Mormon Church.
After the discovery of the loss, I went back to the school to borrow a hundred pesos from Sir Owel, the school cashier and a very good friend. The picture below shows him and me last year in my last attendance to the school graduation rite.
Below shows my devastated state after I found out the lost and while I was waiting for Sir Owel to come down. Notice the disappearance of the purse in my waistline.
Then I walked home depressed from such a disastrous walk.
All the walks I did recently were fun and they were mostly because I had been walking in the right places. I remember the comment of Lady_E to my previous hub entitled "Walking is more than mere exercise". She said "Walking can be refreshing, particularly if it's in a beautiful area. E.g park, lots of greenery..." but this particular walk I had was not among those she mentioned. I stumbled on a "criminal-infested" slum area where bad elements may had followed me because the attractive purse in my waistline may had encouraged their curiosity.
Look at few of the pictures below, just to show what kind of place I had stumbled to walk on.
My walking experiences, and most especially this latest one which I label "A Walk of Disaster", had taught me valuable lessons in life.
The premise that states "Life is a walk...or a journey" for that matter...a journey because it is not just one setting of a walk but a series of such long, long walks; the walks that take a lifetime; has proven to me that life is a series of seconds or a moment by moment event that calls for awareness or assertiveness in our every here and now.
We may not be aware of it but everything that happens to us is actually our own choice. I did not expect the lose of my android in this walk but the "stumbling" into that dangerous area, given the personality and appearance that I have as compared to those people living in such area, was actually my choice which in turn led to the series of situations that invited the disaster.
In the first place, why did I have to walk there when I could have walked again to one of the places, say the park, where there could be less risk of being targetted by bad elements? If my son, the very careful one and who evades situations where his kids might be kidnapped, or his mother, or sister might be kidnapped; would know that I exposed myself in that place, he would be very upset.
Even the corrupt lawmen in this country, when they realized that my son was earning such huge amount that is beyond their imagination, had raided him and took him to custody with two million pesos ransom. The Las Vegas Pagcor in the U.S. had to pay the amount.
And look at me, these people don't even know about my son or the true financial capacity of my son to pay ransom if they kidnapped me...here I am, exposing to them. And what about if they know that my husband is an American...well, the native notion here especially with criminal-oriented mentality is that "all Americans are rich."
I realized now that I have to be more vigilant even in my walks. The lost of my android that was my son's gift to me have some lessons to learn.
Life's lessons derived from my walking experiences
Life is a constant and lifetime walk. Be vigilant in your every here and now. When bad things happen, it is mostly attributed to our own lack or even absence in vigilance. We are mostly careless that we cannot know where or what we stumble on in this life. We suffer the loss and other miseries in life because of our own wrong or careless notions.
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