Sometimes We Burn to Live

Whenever I meet people for the first time, it always happens.

When they start their sentence with “I hope you don’t mind me asking but,” I know they are going to ask about what happened to my left arm. Most of my online friends are not aware that I have a huge third-degree burn covering my left arm almost entirely. I usually wear a blazer, but whenever I ditch it, this prominent scar is hard to miss.

I got it when I was four,” is what I usually respond with. I was a sheltered kid. When I was little, my mother would never let me step out of our property. I could never cross our fences, and I was happily satisfied playing within the confines of our home and backyard.

One morning, my mom was working and my dad was away for a chore when a cousin, Joj, came over to play with me. We were both four, and he was my constant playmate. Although his parents let him come over to our house, my parents would not allow me to return the favor. That morn, he talked me into doing the great escape. We left our home and walked a great distance to a crowded neighborhood in our village.

It had been an hour, and I was having the time of my life, playing with kids in that neighborhood. Taguan. Tumbang-preso. Sikyo. Habulan taya. It was my morning of freedom. My mother wouldn’t know anyway, I thought. A few minutes before lunch, the kids and I decided to play one more game — Pandakekok. It was a game invented by these kids, based on a popular TV show at the time starring Keempee de Leon and Nino Muhlach. The mechanics of the game were simple. It’s pretty much like your ordinary habulan except when the taya catches you as he shouts “pandakekok,” you sit down like a frog until another player taps you again after which you are free to run again.

Near our playing area was a deep pit where dried leaves and plastic garbage were being burned. The taya caught me near that pit and so I sat next to it. My cousin Joj saw that I had been “turned into a frog” so he ran towards me and tapped me so I could run again. The tap was a little too hard, it was more like a push. I was unable to keep my balance and fell right into the fiery pit. The pit was deep, and I couldn’t climb out of it.

The next thing I knew, I was lying there, burning. I remember thinking that I should protect my back so I lay on my left side, allowing the fire devour my left arm and the melting plastic trash stick to it. I still remember the pain. I watched my arm morph into something I no longer recognized. I couldn’t get up. I don’t know how much time had passed until one of the residents there, Kuya Jim, jumped into the hole, picked me up and rushed me to the hospital 20 minutes away.

When I got there, my mother was already at the emergency room. She was crying. That moment, I couldn’t feel the pain anymore; the nerve endings might have been destroyed completely. But it pained me to see my mom heartbroken like that. The first thing I said to her was that I was sorry I left the house. She replied with more tears.

Since then I had always obeyed my mother. She used to work every day, every single day. But since that accident, she skipped Tuesdays. On this day, she would take me to a hospital in Manila for my weekly treatment. We traveled more than four hours from Batangas for 15 minutes of treatment every week. My left arm had been deformed. The molten plastic had somewhat glued my forearm to my upper arm and shoulder. I couldn’t stretch my left arm straight. It was like I had an invisible, permanent arm sling.

I remember, every time my mother would look at me, she would turn her gaze to my left arm and notice that the scar was growing. I would always tell her, “Don’t worry. Papo will fix this.” Papo was what I called God when I was a kid.

Looking back, I’m starting to believe I owe my life to my scarred left arm. People noticed me easily at school. I was the boy with the burnt left arm. I was the boy with the burnt left arm who was absent every Tuesday to seek help. I couldn’t play the games the average, normal kids were playing. I wasn’t allowed to get physical. Every time I watched my cousins and friends play basketball or softball in our backyard and at school, I died of envy. I died every day. So I buried my face in books. I excelled in class because that was all I could excel in. I couldn’t even play taguan or habulan anymore. Much less Pandakekok, the game that changed my life.

I got through Kindergarten and Grade 1 with this baggage. One day, I don’t know what happened but when I woke up, my forearm was not glued to my arm anymore. Save for the scar, it was an exceptionally normal arm. I could finally move and extend it again. It happened just like that.

But it was too late, I thought. I was too addicted in academics already. I was not into physical games anymore. I was happy watching. The only sort of physical activity I did was fly kites. And it wasn’t even that physical.

The accident didn’t just ruin my left arm. I had asthma because of it. My doctors said it was a psychosomatic reaction. Asthma had tried to claim my life too many times, too. It also damaged my confidence. Until college, I refused going out in a short-sleeved shirt. My left arm had to be covered all the time because I was sick of people asking me how I got it. That was then. I had learned to embrace it as a significant part of me.

Today, although my left arm is considerably shorter than the right, it is completely functional. The scar is nothing but a constant reminder that once, when I was a kid, when I broke the rules, I burned. I burned but I got past it.

Had my arm not been toasted, I would have been a different person now. Some people may think I must have been afraid to play with fire because of it. The truth is, if there’s something I learned from that accident, it’s that you need to burn metal to make a strong weapon. I’m absolutely happy with my life right now and although I sometimes wish I were physically reliable, I know that there’s a relentless, stubborn flame deep in my soul lit when I was a child that keeps burning. That’s the funny thing about fire; it changes what it burns for good.

One November morning when I was seven, my mother came home with a pack of pancit and some cola. I asked her what the occasion was. “It’s the third anniversary of the accident that burned your left arm,” she answered.

“Why are we celebrating that tragedy?” I was confused.

“Oh dear, we’re not celebrating the tragedy. We’re celebrating the fact that you’re alive and you’re here in spite of.”

Happy Easter, everyone!



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  • Shy Guy

    that’s why you keep on inspiring me over and over again. bet you didn’t know, i am your #1 fan. i love you so much :)

    • http://www.yoshke.com Yoshke

      naks naman. *dead at this comment* lol

      • The Lady in Green Ruffles

        whew,,,sarap!

        • http://www.yoshke.com Yoshke

          INGGITERA! chos! joke lang. hhaaha

  • finya

    Your such a tough kid! Bravo! The story moved me… Happy easter! :)

    • http://brendanokeefe.com Brendan

      Hi Yoshke. What an insightful and inspiring story I’ve just read here in this post. You have turned a hardship into a strength and lived your life accordingly. You are wise beyone your years and I’m sure life will bring you many blessing with your attitude.

      And what a great Mom you have.
      Your story made my day. Look forward to meeting you someday when I’m in Manila.

      Brendan.

    • http://www.yoshke.com Yoshke

      @Finya, im a tough cookie! Chos! haha. Happy Easter!

      @Brendan, thanks for dropping by. Let me know on Twitter if you’re in Manila. It will be my pleasure to meet you. :)

      And yep, my mom is beyond great! :D

  • Jas

    well said, ES :-)

    • http://www.yoshke.com Yoshke

      Thanks Jas! :D

  • http://www.cosmicglitch.wordpress.com Jerro Santos

    That scar, in some ways, have also done you good things. So it’s good to know that you have totally accepted it not just as part of your body, but as a part of your life, too.

    You have a lot of good of stories here, each written with simplicity and honesty, two things a good blogger/writer should have.

    • http://www.yoshke.com Yoshke

      Thanks for your kind words, Jerro! Yep, wala naman na din ako magagawa. Ayoko naman ipaputol. haha. Joke lang.

  • http://www.curbsidepuppet.wordpress.com Jayvie

    i couldn’t help but giggle after reading the first comment. you’ve come a long way, Yoshke. :D

    • http://www.yoshke.com Yoshke

      thanks jayvie! :D

  • ica

    wow. best blog entry na naman ‘to.

    was to say more pero kinabog ako ng comment ni shy guy. (yihhh)

    • http://www.yoshke.com Yoshke

      hahahaha. syempre, shy guy ko yun eh. :)

  • http://barrycyrus.wordpress.com/ Barry

    Oooh. Great kuwento! Belated Happy Easter! :D

  • http://odeeblah.wordpress.com Odee

    nearly cried at the end… a lot of praises were already said, i couldn’t add more… good job Yoshke! :’)

    • http://www.yoshke.com Yoshke

      salamat Odee. :D

  • jeff c.

    i like this entry yo!

    • http://www.yoshke.com Yoshke

      thanks Jeff!

  • http://www.batangyagit.com Winston

    i had a similar incident when i was in kinder. my face and arm got ruined din after the incident. it was a miracle that there are no scars left. alam ko rin yung feeling nung sobrang sakit pero dahil sira na rin yung nerves, wala ka ng maramdaman.

    btw, have I asked you about your arm before?

  • Thorvic

    Sometimes we burn to live.

    another inspiring story. Salamat Yoshke.

    *haha. kinilig din ako unang response na nabasa ko. hohoho.

  • http://pusongcheesecake.wordpress.com Eydward

    Proof that everything happens for a reason. I’m glad you found purpose for this unusual event in your life. :)

  • http://melikesart.blogspot.com Will

    Very inspiring. Thanks for sharing this story to us.

  • http://thecreativedork.com Robbie

    First reaction:
    Why are they burning plastic garbage?!?!? That’s bad!

    Second:
    Nako yan talaga ang nangyayari sa mga batang matiitgas ang ulo! Hahahaha. Something similar happened to me when I was a kid.

    I love what your mom said about celebrating the fact that you survived. Inspirational ka talaga Yoshke. Don’t worry, kapag nagkita tayo…. yan ulit itatanong ko sayo. :))

  • http://bubblegumbasics.blogspot.com/ Ela

    Inspirational, truly. I can’t imagine how hard it must have been for you as a kid.

  • fleur

    I cried. Keep writing and inspiring other people! God bless you. :)

  • http://cherrey.110mb.com Cherrey

    oh my, i didn’t know what to say about this blog.. sooo all in one.. information meron, drama meron din.. hehe.. seriously, you’re so blessed and your narration moves me a lot. it’s like reading Nicholas Sparks hehe

  • http://sagoyism.com Josh Sarz

    “Had my arm not been toasted, I would have been a different person now. ”

    True. Had things gone differently you might not have been the Yoshke everyone knows you to be. The past shapes us for who we are today, whether it be filled good or bad memories.

  • http://jenifferantonio.com jeniffer

    that was tragic yosh.. but I think it helps you a lot to become strong and a better person now.. it is something you will never forget and how your family cares you more than you can imagine..you are loved.. :)

  • http://reynthology.blogspot.com reyn

    Bad things happen for once, but eventually we’ll get over and learn from it. Found this through the Philippine Blog Awards site. I could say this is really, really nice post.

  • http://extraordinarykiddo.com Bryan Karl

    Stumpled to this post because of PBA website. Very inspiring story! Thanks for sharing.

  • http://extraordinarykiddo.com Bryan Karl

    I meant stumbled.*

  • http://www.edelweiza.com edelweiza

    inspiring and moving. lagi na lang ganito ang tama ng mga posts mo sa kin. kung hindi naman, hilarious. enjoy pa rin. happy new year! :)

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  • ellen cabuco

    Its very inspiring. Napaiyak mo ko don..

    • http://www.yoshke.com Yoshke

      Totally not my intention, haha. But thanks! :)

  • http://www.juanderfulpinoy.com/about-2/ JUANDERFULPINOY

    Nakakainis ka tulo luha ko dun ah…