Turon on my mind

It was way past three in the afternoon and my tummy growled like a famished animal locked in a neglected zoo. I usually keep a stack of snacks in my drawer—crackers, biscuits—but two weeks ago, there was none.

On my way up to the fourth floor after making a quick trip to our bookstore, I saw him who held in his hands the answer to my most immediate concern:

A chinky-eyed middle-aged gentleman with a pan lined with turon*.

He, a client/visitor from overseas who manages the Kingdom Supplies bookstore, was on an overt mission of kindness. He bought the whole batch of Filipino snack from the old lady who occasionally drops by our building. When he saw me walking from the side door of the bookstore, I noticed that he paused for a second. He must have been considering then if he’ll share his treat with me. But unfortunately, since I wasn’t wearing uniform, he could have easily mistaken me for a customer. A part of me wanted to introduce myself: “Hi, my name is Beng. I work here. I’m hungry. Please give me a turon. ”

But no, hunger did not prevail over the dignity of this introvert.

Moments later, back at my desk, the cry of hunger was shushed by the chocomallows that I ordered earlier in the day and delivered soon after I returned to my workstation. But in between bites, turon was still on my mind. I promised myself I’d buy some—or cook some—soon. So you can just imagine my delight when Misha walked to my cubicle with something wrapped in banana leaves and tissue paper in her hand.

“Hey Beng, I have something for you….”

It turned out that the walking turon-giver, after handing a piece to every staff stationed in the first three floors of the building, left the turon pan with the Marketing department. And the last piece—through the thoughtfulness of an officemate—somehow found its way to me! Forgive the alliteration but I was thankful for the turon, not to mention totally thrilled!

Call me a woman of simple pleasures and I’d nod my head and smile.Yes, even turon can make me happy. That turon I ate two Thursdays ago became an object lesson of God’s incredible love, power and goodness. Only He could have known how much I wanted it at that moment. And wonder of wonders, my silent sigh of longing penetrated through the ceiling and reached the heavens.

No manna needs to fall from the sky for me to believe that my God, our God, can provide. This side of the universe, even the lowly turon can look like a miracle—and an answer to an unspoken prayer. Oftentimes we just have to look with our hearts to see God’s acts of grace happening right before our eyes.

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*a Filipino snack made of slices of banana and chunks of jackfruit wrapped in lumpia wrapper, deep fried and sweetened with brown sugar

7 Responses to “Turon on my mind”
  1. mishap says:

    What a wonderful story, Beng! Didn’t know ganito pala ang naging meaning sa yo ng turon na yun 🙂 Thank you for sharing your story 🙂

    Thanks to you, the turon courier. Sometimes little things can mean a lot! Pero sana naman di naman ka-OA-han itong sa akin ano? Or mababaw lang talaga ang kaligayahan ko minsan. O madalas. Hmmm…

  2. gdchong says:

    Hi, Beng!

    I have this thing about turons myself. There’s this place near our house which sells the yummiest turon, complete with lots of langka.:)

  3. rina says:

    ang bait naman nung client na yun.. and his act of kindness led to this reflection pa. galing! 🙂

  4. carlotta says:

    kakatuwa naman itong story na ito 🙂 i could practically hear you sigh with pleasure as you took a bite of that turon hehehe 😀

  5. Beng says:

    Hi Ate Grace,
    So you like turon too! It’s one of the best desserts for me, and so easy to get too! Did you know that it’s also RAR’s favorite? 🙂

    Hi Rina,
    Oo nga, ambait niya. When I see him again, ako na ang magbibigay sa kanya. I might come up to him and say, “My name is Beng. I work here. You must be hungry. Here’s a turon for you. Quits na tayo.” 😉 Joke!

    Hi Carla,
    That time, turon tasted as heavenly as chocolates to me. 🙂 I really wanted to remember this story–and its significance–so I thought it deserved an entry. Kain tayong turon. 🙂

  6. bernadette says:

    did i get it that a businessman bought turon to give the turon lady business then gave it away? Wow! I am quite moved.
    And yes, thank you Beng for sharing your story of appreciation of God’s beneficence. A lot of people think of Divine blessings only if they come in a grand way…like winning the Lotto. Which may really be more a punishment. But I’m not going going to complain if I win in that lottery :-).
    I have humbling stories myself in terms of realizing how blind I can get when seeing God’s grace in everything. One is when my 8-year old niece came with a bunch of white bougainvillae which we put in a small vase. For me, it was nothing special although it did looked pretty. But my niece gushed out “I’m really sooo happy to see these flowers! Thank you so much, Auntie!” And that little girl really glowed like she won the lottery.

    Hi Ate Bernadette. Yes, the businessman bought the turon from the old lady. He was really thoughtful! Kakatuwa.

    As for seeing evidences of God’s grace, I guess it’s a matter of perspective. Or maybe there are just some people so afraid to be happy they’d rather remain stoic and unmoved by anything and everything. In this case, what’s the point of living, di ba?

    I hope your niece doesn’t outgrow her sense of wonder. 🙂 I hope you won’t, and I won’t too.

  7. Swipe says:

    off topic, is this a new template?

    Hi there, Swipe. 🙂 Yup, new template but same picture in the header. Pero wala pang title, I deleted the “Thinking Out Loud” on top. Medyo magulo kasi tingnan with the text over the picture.

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