of bomb-blasts and fires and maybe guardian angels.

I have been sheltered my entire life and before law school I have always lived in my parents' house. I never had to worry about fires and thieves and other dangerous things. I was safe. But now I am exposed 24/7 to all things dangerous. I lived at probably one of the most dangerous places in Manila where rallies happen almost everyday. I always went home late at night and walk home to an unlighted street populated with street people who are always suspicious looking. I eat at many unsanitary places probably risking my health in the process. And I lounged about places that are often filled with smoke that are perhaps more than just cigarette smoke. I had been at that bomb-blast in Taft where many of my classmates where injured and just recently a fire broke out near my dorm. At both instances I was thankfully not hurt. But both events made me think more about death and my own mortality. And perhaps God and guardian angels who keep me from harm. It has been so long since I believed in anything supernatural and it is quite a refreshing to realize that the belief in something as childish as guardian angels still exists somewhere in the deep recesses of my heart and mind.
And so today, I went to Church thanking God for keeping me alive despite the many dangerous things surrounding me, for keeping my loved ones safe and for sending guardian angels to guard my every move.
And tonight I'll go to sleep but not before I say that long ago memorized guardian angel prayer.
Just to show my appreciation to Gabriel, Michael, Satriel, Raphael, Uriel, Judiel, Barachiel and to all those other angels whose names I don't know. :)