on august 24, after covering an events in makati city and quezon city, i took a cab going home. while inside the taxi, i noticed that the driver ‘s so quiet and yet focused on driving. well of course, that’s fine with me. so from quezon city, it only took at least 45 minutes to marikina.
as a routine, i changed my clothes, made a cup of hot coffee. then suddenly, i realized that i need to text someone. i look for my phone in bag and on my pants’ pocket but the phone is nowhere to be found. i started to panic. my cellphone is not as expensive and posh as your iPhone. but it contains important names and numbers. my clients, friends, associates, etc. my favorite songs from my favorite singer/bands are also in there. and i thought, i am a dead duck!
immediately, i borrowed my sister-in-law’s phone and dialed my own number, hoping that it would ring and i just misplaced it somewhere. then somebody answered my call. it was the taxi driver on the other line. i told him politely that i need my phone back and that i am willing to meet him anywhere he is at the moment. he told me that he’s on his way home to Tungko and he will meet me the next morning in my place in Marikina. he assured me that he will give me back my cellphone. he asked me a favor though. he asked me that i have to pay the amount on his cab’s meter, which i agreed.
this morning, august 25, i borrowed my mother-in law’s phone and call my own number again. a young lady answered the phone and i introduced myself. then, there he is, mr. taxi driver on the other line. he told me that he just woke up and he will just do his morning rituals and he’ll be on his way to marikina. i told him that i’ll be waiting, then he hung up on me.
anxious and nervous, i waited. hoping that he is true to his words. and after an hour and a half, a neighbor is calling and yelling that a taxi driver is looking for me. so i ran outside to meet the man of the hour. as he handed me my phone, i was uttering an overflowing amount of “thank you”. as we have agreed upon, i will pay the amount on his meter. it was Php 288.50 and i only have Php150.00. so i was short. to my surprise, he told me that is enough and he has to go.
this man’s kindness rendered me speechless. but before he left, i took a picture of him. i know that “thank you” and a hundred and fifty pesos are not enough to really thank this man.
i got my cellphone back. and i met a true to life hero. ladies and gentlemen, meet Mr. Julian Chavez of M.V. Hizon taxi.
here in the Philippines, national heroes’ day is celebrated every third Monday of august , which is today, august 25.
in a nation where corruption is rampant and vulgar, it amazing to meet a real life hero disguised as ordinary people.
THANK YOU Sir Julian Chavez!