Three days would be a very short time. To think that you only have seventy- two hours left to continue breathing on this world and do the things you can, you would actually want to do something that you have never done before and make others remember you.
If one day I were told that I had only three days left for my entire life, I would not waste one single second of it doing nothing and divide it into three parts.
One the first day, I would wake up early in the morning, climb at the rooftop of my home to see the sun as it rises slowly from the east, and observe everything. I would like to hear the sounds that nature can make, to see the beauty of it that I have never appreciated before, and to feel the peace that everyone tries hard to find so. I would feed the birds that stop by the rooftop of my home, clean the leaves that fall from the trees, and sketch the view above my home.
When the sun had fully risen, I would attend the church with my family. I would stop for a moment in front of it to remember how the door looks like and walk around to see how it is constructed. I, together with my family, would sit in the first bench and listen to the preacher just like the way before. Then I would give half of the money that I have kept to the church.
On the same day, I would also visit the orphanage with my family. I would donate some of the things that I have never really used and the other half of the money that I have kept. I would like to see the faces of the children, how they could smile and laugh with each other. I would like to bring with me that kind of memory. It makes me feel happy and lucky.
At night, I would have dinner with my family. I would like to be the one to serve them. I would tell them everything that I have never said before.
The next day, the second day left for my entire life, I would open my eyes and smile as the morning sun greets me another happy day. I would call my friends and ask them to go out with me for the whole day. I would bring them to Tagaytay, treat them a lunch, taste all the foods that they are famous for, smell the fragrance of all the flowers, and swim with them over there. I would also take a picture with my friends.
In the afternoon, I would bring them to Baguio. I, together with my friends, would eat of their famous sweet corn, strawberries, and blueberries, buy some of them for my family, and have horseback riding. We would also go to the butterfly garden, take shots of all the kinds of butterflies and see how they make their cocoon.
When evening comes, I would go home and tell my family what happened. I would stay at my room and watch the beautiful lights on the streets.
The following day, I would pray first thing in the morning. I would thank God for giving me these three days to spend with my family and friends. I’m so happy that He gave me enough time to do the things that I wanted to do. I would also ask for forgiveness. No one is perfect except God. I would say sorry to my parents, whom I’ve never obeyed sometimes, my brothers, whom I’ve shouted sometimes, my friends, whom I’ve ignored and hurt sometimes. I would remember all of their happy faces, just like the children in the orphanage.
I would also clean my home. I would sweep the floor, wipe the cabinet, fold the clothes, and arrange the books. I would put away all the things that cannot be used anymore and help my mom in washing the dishes.
Before the sun sets, I would once again climb at the rooftop of my home. I would want to witness the sun as it sets to the west. I would stay there until the moon and stars can be clearly seen and look at the patterns that the stars could make. Then, I would want to make my last will: to donate my body to the hospital, to take everything that can be taken out of my body in order to save other people’s lives.
