The wise person I look up to isn’t just a mentor to me. He has become a second earthly father already. Each day I feel grateful that God made sure that I do not just have a Heavenly Father, which is Him, but I also have an earthly father, my dad; and now another one, my office father whom I call ‘Tatay’.
Tatay was first, one of the trainers I had at work. His wisdom didn’t just stay at the four corners of the “classroom” but he went beyond what was written in the job description of a trainer. Tatay has given me one of the greatest things a person could give: his time. He was there, not just in days of celebration but most importantly, he was the person who was there during setbacks.
Tatay was the one who made sure that I trusted my potential. But one of the best lessons I’ve learned and is still learning from him is that it is possible for me to feel good about myself without turning into a “monster who never dies”, an allegory he shared (which can be found below). We can live up to our potential without necessarily stepping on other people. That we have to be careful. Sometimes, we tell ourselves that “we won’t be like the person we hate”. But when we reach the top, we turn into the monsters we hated.
Tatay not only made sure that I believed in myself but each day, he makes sure that I remain a good person.
“Monster Who Never Dies” Allegory
There was once a monster who terrorized people venturing into the mountains, anak. They said this monster was guarding treasures beyond imagination. A young man began planning to kill this monster, gain popularity and bring the treasure to the town. An orphan since he was a kid, he lived with his younger brother and shared with him his fantasy. They were told their father left them a long time ago, bringing only a photo of his two sons. This young man, upon reaching 18, went to the mountain. He bade his younger brother goodbye and bringing his weapons including a broad bronze sword. That was the last time they saw each other, for the young man never came back. Fear continued to grip the hearts of the townsfolk.
But anger filled the heart of the young lad. He swore he’d avenge his brother’s death so he trained himself in the art of killing, gaining strength and cunning day by day. After 10 years, he reached 18. He bade his friends goodbye, and went to the mountain. He reached the monster’s lair, saw the heaps and heaps of gold and decided he’d become what his brother never was. At that point, the monster appeared, clad in a oddly familiar clothing and bearing an oddly familiar sword , hair all over his face with eyes showing only disdain and anger to the intruder. A battle between man and monster ensued, their clanging swords heard from miles, until with a heave, he slit the throat of the monster. The man, panting, looked at the fallen monster, whose face oddly looked familiar.
He then saw that the broad bronze sword was the exact sword of his brother. And inside the clothing, he found a photo of him and his brother when they were young. He also saw that, lying on top of the gold, was a skeleton of a man. Right then and there, he realized he killed his own brother, who killed the father who left them when they were small. And he became mad. And in his madness became a monster. Fear still gripped the hearts of the townsfolk. For the monster lived.