By: Ely Lagajino
For he will command his angels concerning you to guard you in all your ways. Psalm 91:11 (NIV)
I’m afraid of taking a bath at night.
My phobia started when I was 6 years old. After my grandpa finished his storytelling, he asked me to buy some medicine at a nearby drugstore. “Be brave, my son, I can’t go with you, but don’t worry, God’s angels will protect you,” he assured me with his weak but husky voice as he patted my shoulders.
I remember the very dark street, and at my far right, I saw shadows of two big dogs barking and running toward my direction. On my left side, I saw two more dogs also barking and running also toward me. All I could do was run as fast as I could, but I stumbled and dropped flat on the ground.
Next thing I knew, my back became the platform of a dogfight, and whichever stepped off would be the loser. The people in the neighbourhood ran toward the brawling noise as they doused pales of water on the animals to stop the fight.
The dogs stopped and scampered away, but my body was soaking wet and cold. When the dogs left, I got up and sped toward the drugstore. Because of the darkness, nobody noticed me underneath the fighting dogs, until I stood and ran.
“Was that a boy?” I hear the bystanders ask each other.
“No. It must be the spirit of a boy.” “How could there be a boy on the streets in a moonless night?”
Praise God, I finished my task with no dog bites, only minor bruises, and “Grandpa, I was not afraid, because you said that angels would protect me”.
“Good job, that’s my boy,” he said as he rubbed his hand on my head.
However, I’m still scared of cold showers at night.