First things first: perhaps it’s but right that we start from the very
beginning.
The following post is a recollection of how I have gotten to know about
Pedya Kamp… (And also, how Pedya Kamp met my mother. :D)
My very first encounter with PK took place in a typical kind of a
school day last January. We were about to get dismissed for our last class when
Ma’am Jaja, a prof from our college department, entered the room and began
discussing about God’s Special Children, Inc. (GODSPEN) and Pedya Kamp, aka PK.
That’s it; in no time at all, I came to know about the different goings-on
involved in the said Kamp.
To be real honest, I did listen with interest but only half-heartedly.
I already had the determination to join in this kind of activity; yet at the
same time I also had the reluctance whether or not should I engage in PK. The
idea of going to a faraway province for 10 days to look after a kid camper came
to me as an excellent new way to spend the summer days, instead of idling
around the house, doing the “nganga” stuff to kill time―it appears to me that PK
promises these 10 days to be filled with challenges, thrills and excitement.
Oh, you can really say how willing I was, to delve in to this PK thing.
However, I can’t help but have second thoughts with it, mainly because I was
worried with how my mom would respond the moment she knew about PK and my
interest in joining in it.
So, the next day, I got the chance to tell my mother about the details
of the activities in Pedya Kamp. I also included the fact that I could have Red
(my youngest brother) to join in the 10-day kamp, as well. Mind you, I just told
my mom about it. I did not exactly tell her that I was, indeed, interested in
joining. Imagine my subtle surprise when, after hearing out the details, she
told me: “Sige, sumama ka.” (Alright, you may join.”)
Believe me; I wasn’t expecting her response to be affirmative, right
then and there. I just had a sharing period with the commander, not actually asking
the court justice for the custody of joining PK. Still, what else could I ask
for, when I already received my mom’s blessing to go ahead and, perhaps, have
fun? Now that I remember it, I realize the probability that she already sensed
my desire to engage in this new-found summer activity. Presumably, her motherly
telepathic senses might have already told her that I surely had wanted to go
right away, hence giving me permission when I haven’t even formally asked for
it, yet. (And yeah, my mom might be even reading this right now. HI MA!)
Anyway, with that, I have thankfully thrown away any other second
thoughts and taken, no, GRABBED the opportunity of becoming a part of Pedya
Kamp 2012. Joyfully, I told Ma’am Jaja about my decision to go for the 10
Sundays of training and hopefully, joining in the Kamp itself. The first Sunday
of training for the PK came. I registered; joined in the trainings; became a
new volunteer for GODSPEN. I tried my very best to attend to each of the 10
Sundays so as to be qualified to join in the Kamp itself. I built up my
determination in preparation for whatever’s in store ahead for me, as a new
volunteer.
Being a volunteer-in-training for PK was already a fulfilment for me.
Within the first few weeks, I had already learned a huge lot, and I had met new
friends, too. For once, I thought then, there was something very great for me
to look forward to this summer. Even since then, I had the notion that this could
be by far, my best summer, if not my best year ever.
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