Writing III : Narrative Text : When the Fate Says ‘NO!’

            Everyone must be proud if had chance to represent their region to national event. So do I, I was so proud when got chance to represent Bali to national event which held by WHO in Indonesia. As the leader of ‘Tabanan youth Red cross' community I was so happy, my subordinate also supported me to go to the event, my family, friend, red cross staff did the same thing. I felt like flying high in the sky like the gallant eagle but suddenly get shot by a poisonous arrow and fall to the earth. My pride, my effort, and my promise ruined by an accident. Something that I never expect will happen in my life.

            When I was in senior high school, I was an ambassador of my school to participate in ‘Tabanan youth Red Cross community’ under Tabanan’s Red Cross community name. The time passed, I was elected as their leader and this is my first time to lead an organization. I tried my best and luckily I could lead my team to win some competitions and even brought Tabanan as runner up in ‘Jumpa Bakti Gembira Province Bali 2011’. It was my biggest achievement as a leader.

            A few weeks later, the head of Tabanan Red Cross called me to the office. He said that I got an invitation letter from Indonesia Red Cross community to represent Bali in ‘Jumbara Nasional 2011’ that held by WHO in Gorontalo. Tabanan only had one ambassador not like the other regency which had 2 ambassador which made me thought to give my best for my regency. So since that day I studied hard about Red Cross material, came to the intern meeting and sharing, also trained my body every day. Just in a month my effort showed its result. I was confident enough to go to the National Jumbara.

            Three days before my flight I prepared everything that I need. The clothes, medicine, equipment, and many more things. At night after I was mepamit  my head suddenly felt dizzy even I cannot open my eyes. My parents told me to get rest but my head still dizzy and more, my body’s temperature increased. My parents became so worried so they brought me to the hospital and you know what? The doctor said that I got typhoid and must  got rest for few weeks. Oh my God, the doctor’s words just like a spear which thrust my heart again and again. In the end I cannot go to Gorontalo and Tabanan doesn’t has any single person as the ambassador.

            Indeed, that memory was so painful for me. My pride, my promise, and every single effort I did in a month become nothing! It disappeared like dust! To be honest I was so miserable that time or can be saying like a trauma. Even it was so painful but I learn one thing, as human every effort we did is cannot be separated with our fate.