dad & i had lunch today at The Stock Market in Serendra and continued our discussion from Friday about faith healing. now, my dad is a very reasonable, logical man not easily swayed by emotional situations. he is the most level-headed person i know. but there are some things, some family stories that are passed down, that you don’t try to reason out. you just believe.
since i graduated highschool, my dad has passed down a few family stories - like the first Muslim Alim that saved Donsol from crocodiles, and heroically died in the process leaving behind one child to his Filipina wife. or the legend of birth of fireflies, from an enchanted fisherman’s wife, mourning the loss of her husband at sea.
and to add to the collection is the legend of Magallanes, a small town in Bicol. i’d type out the story, but i doubt anyone would believe me. and i think it’s best that the story stay in the family; it kind of makes it more special that way.
but let’s just say it completely changed my perspective of the Lourdes miracles and faith healing - and it put back the emphasis on faith. i think that i will have a long struggle with fixing that fine line between science & medicine and faith & God. but it’s stories like the one my dad told me this weekend that will keep me grounded.
i know i may not be superstitous, but when it comes to our families stories and Bicol folklore that my dad passes down to me, i’m all ears and any trace of skepticism fades away. maybe it’s maturity, maybe it’s the childlike innocence left in me.
maybe it’s just the Lozano-Alim blood pulsing through me, carrying the quirks and blessings of my forefathers.
it’s in the blood; this is what i was born to do.