The New M.E. Generation











I woke up the next day wondering if this one was going to be as wonderful as the day before.

Most of it is a blur, but Johann and I somehow communicated and agreed to meet to go to the beach. I don’t know what I told my mother, but I managed for her to drop me at the ship.

From there, Johann, a colleague of his, and I took a cab to one of the many beaches in the area, about 20 minutes away. I wanted to go away from the area as much as possible hoping not to come across anyone I knew.

I don’t think I saw anyone known. I probably kept the clothes covering my bathing suit on, as I felt awkward with my body back then, and didn’t want to expose too much to two guys I barely knew. Besides that, we all had a great time.

Regarding getting back home, I know we all took another cab and guess it dropped me home first. It was probably then when I had to say good-bye. I’m sure I gave him a big hug, thanked him for all his attentions and wished him well. I probably held back on crying because I felt I would never see him again.

The ship was scheduled to leave the next day (Monday) while I was still in school.

I know I was distracted from my work, wishing I could just get there before it left. Like any teenager, I probably ran the idea like a classic scene from a romantic movie, which would go like this:

I would get to the ship last minute with my friends the day I met him, just when the ropes were being untied and the horns were rang announcing its departure.

Among all the noise, I asked someone to find Johann. He would rush out and find a way to step off the ship. We would then hug and kiss, with everyone else cheering and clapping for us.

While we still embraced, I will tell him to his ear, ‘I will never forget you’.

Johann would jump back to the ship and would stay there looking at me until he was gone. I would wave good-bye and cry. My friends would gather around to comfort me.

But, no, all I could do was sit on my third floor classroom and look out the window to the horizon. He was on my mind the whole day and wondered if he did the same.

It may have been a 3-day experience, but it was definitely one that has never repeated.

After that day, my life went back to the usual, but now waiting for the next chapter of it, if there was going to be one.

All right, time to check the mail!

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I don’t remember what I said to my mom regarding the ship’s visit, but she agreed to take me on Saturday afternoon after completing our house chores.

That was the routine every weekend, cleaning the house, and I was anxious to get it done. I think I even had time to take a quick nap afterwards.

What I do remember is that I dressed up nicely with long white pants, a striped shirt and blue shoes. I don’t know what I was thinking because I could have worn something more casual.

But growing up wearing a school uniform all your years of schooling made you wanting to wear nice clothes whenever you had the opportunity.

My mom and I got to the location and my heart rushed as soon as I saw the ship. It was all white and traditionally designed like those you would see in the movies. But seeing it in real life was an experience I’ve never had before.

I stood with my mom before the ramp connecting the dock and ship. There were two guys on each side of it, who greeted us before walking up. They were surely happy to see me (guess you guys don’t get to see too many chicks?).

When I finally stepped on the ship and took a good look at it, I felt transported to another place and perhaps time. For a few seconds, I simply forgot where I was.

I don’t remember how things happened next, but I asked one of the guys where Johann was. He turned around and called to him out loud, with a tone of ‘somebody’s here looking for you, you lucky guy’.

I was so embarrassed as I was still trying to keep this situation unknown to my mom. But before I could react any further, almost coming out of thin air, Johann appeared.

He stood in front of me, I turned around to look for my mom and, to my surprise, she walked away, laughing.

I got what I wanted, getting to the ship, finding Johann and my mom allowing me to talk to him.

Now, what do I do?

I looked at him again and all I could do was say ‘hi’ and smile.

“Hey, you made it! I’m so glad you did!” said he. He probably thought he would never see me again.

Looking back I now realize what an accomplishment that was. I made a decision on doing something and went for it, but thinking it would probably fail somewhere in the attempt.

I took a risk and something greater than me made it all happen. Call it courage, the universe, or perhaps divine intervention.

What’s important is that I was there.

“Yes, I surely did. I made it.”



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