Counted my Blessings!

Right now I am in a hotel room waiting for my room to be prep'ed up for its new guest - me. I asked the front desk if I can just go directly to my room after an early flight to Bacolod and they warned me that it will be noisy because my room has not been prepared yet. And it is indeed noisy in fact, I am writing this blog with the hissing sound of a vacuum cleaner in the background. Normally I get disturbed by this and sometimes it irritates me listening to that nuisance especially when I am writing something.

But you see from the moment I stepped out from the airplane I became a different person. When the plane descended for landing, my ear started to hurt and for those who have tried riding a plane this is a usual event when the pressure changes and the plane changes in altitude. Normally I can easily fix the pain by swallowing my own saliva or by yawning but this time around I do not know why, but I can't seem to get rid of the pain. When the plane landed I almost could not hear a thing. It seemed as though the world became a quite place. I can see people's lips moving but I could not hear a word they say. The best sound I could hear is a faint sound of a woman in the overhead speakers instructing us to be careful. It was as if I was transported to another earth one that is so tuned down. I could not hear engines running, birds singing, or people laughing. It was a quite world.

On my way to the hotel I realized that I am probably in the same situation as what those born with impaired ear and I realized that it was such a lonely world not to be able to hear anything. The radio was playing but I could not hear exactly what was on the radio, I only knew that the DJ was saying something. It was a very lonely world. I tried to talk to other guests in the hotel but I could not do so without making it obvious that I am deaf. Later on my ear was able to adjust to the pressure and I was able to hear some noise only that they are no longer noise for me but music to my ears. So when I went to my room and opened my laptop to write this blog, I allowed the room keeper to do his vacuuming while I am writing because what I used to perceive as noise is now music. I can hear the vacuum cleaner's noise and now I can honestly say, "Thank God I can hear this vacuum cleaner."

It is interesting how I started valuing my hearing after experiencing temporary deafness. Life is indeed a mater of perspective. And sometimes our perspective changes when we experience losing what already have. The way I see it we are experiencing a miracle everyday and it is a matter of perspective to perceive it. Let us learn how to count what really matters.