hand of midas

was contacted by an anonymous male indonesian through another friendship site, namely, "friendster". this guy sent me a message, saying that he was to visit the country and stay here for a month to setup business and he said he'd like to meet me to talk about business, and that hopefully, i could be his friend and partner.

his friend. partner.

being the hardass- all meat - no sh** - straight guy that i am, initially reacted negatively. i mean, c'mon, i'm being realistic here, an anonymous male hoping to be friends with another male. wtf? it doesn't sound right.

anyway, being a nice person an all, i decided, there's really nothing to lose, and that what if he's actually emphasizing on the word "business"?

so i decided to reply to his message. gave him my email, and a phone number to call, once he gets here. that i did.

then he arrived. took a few days before he sent me a text message. he was inviting me for a meeting, but i was bedridden at that time due to a fever. didn't get well until a week later.

and then i did get restored to healthy status. he sent me a message again for another meeting. i wasn't able to attend because i was trying to cope with work, because i'm a very busy fellow, and i couldn't afford to spend time to become somebody's friend. specially since the idea of queerdom kept looming in my mind.

a week before his departure, i did find time for him.

i was introduced to his business associates. he was, serious. and yes, i was recruited.

i did get to know him better, eventhough i had to put up with his english, the main words he used in creating sentences were admirable.

told me his life story. he came from a poor family and that he used to sell any kind of item that he can, to support his schooling, and to help his family. then he was recruited by this indonesian, now he's travelling all over the world, investing, recruiting, you know, the works. 7 months and he's all over the place now.

but the thing is, his eyes show hope. and you can tell clearly, that the guy is someone with a goal in life. he was not the usual people i know, kids and jaded geriatrics who knows only pride and anger.

he told me that he is helping others, because in helping others, he is also helping himself. contradictory to the fact that most people step on other's toes to get to the top.

surprising, because he's still 18, turning 19 this year. at that age, i was still knee-deep in my parent's advocacy.

now that's what you call industrious.
a real sweetheart.

somehow i kinda find his story inspiring.

yes, dreaming can really make a man fly..

this one's for you, son. wherever you go, i wish you success, and a blessed life.

i wish i can be as aspiring as you are.