Ah hindi naman kayo naligaw. Tagalog blog pa rin ito. Pero hayaan niyo muna akong mag-Ingles pansamantala. =P
It was 9:30 in the morning of what was to be a tiring day. I was a ward senior resident and my juniors will all be out for a lecture for all first years. I, together with the two other seniors of our ward were to stay behind and attend to all the 45 patients in our ward while the juniors “take a break” from wardwork. The ward was full: patients, their respective “bantays” and tons of med students who were out for a day of ward visit. The chaos is rather unusual even for a PGH ward.
My co-resident was – as the norm– riding on the stretcher bed being pushed by “manong” as he was manually resuscitating a new patient to be admitted to the ward. I, on the other hand, was trying to make the old mechanical ventilator work when I saw the commotion in the bed across ours.
“Code!” The third senior resident cried out and out of instinct, every member of our ward team: clerks, interns, nurses and the first year residents who were still around at that time came to the rescue. I, being the nearest to them, was the first person on the scene.
I hurriedly jumped on the bed and started the chest compression while everyone else rushed to get the e-cart and all its paraphernalia. It was the perfect opportunity for doctors, doctors-to-be and nurses to save this child’s life.
Little did we realize that it was also the perfect opportunity for someone else at that time.
Just fifteen minutes into the code and with all the other people attending to resuscitate the poor child who has recently lost his heart beat, I jumped off the bed to make way for the rest of the team and walked away from them. Realizing, while walking along, how I didn’t have my second phone with me. I hurriedly went back to the callroom and to my horror, found out how we’ve been robbed in the middle of the chaos, taking away from us an old Macbook and my 4-month old Xperia Z.
I couldn’t believe how someone would have the gal to do evil in the midst of such a heart-wrenching situation.
I had the ward closed off to the public and called for the security to manually search everyone who will leave the premises while I tried to contact my phone. When my phone went off after just a few rings, I knew already how it was a lost case.
I have always believed that men are born good and that we only know of evil when we are exposed to it. Perhaps he had a troubled childhood or perhaps he was taught the wrong moral values as he was growing up that he already lost his conscience not to do something wrong in the midst of a situation where everybody else is doing right.
It was 2:30 a.m. of the next day when I got home after a futile search for the lost item. I hopped from one place to another to report the incident and have the police blotter the theft. In the end, as I expected, I never got my phone back again.
The date was August 29, 2013. I may have lost a phone… a material possession that can easily be replaced. But somewhere… someone lost another ticket to heaven.
1 Corinthians 6:10
Nor thieves, nor the greedy, nor drunkards, nor revilers, nor swindlers will inherit the kingdom of God.
Goodbye, Z. :'(