This is something worth sharing with everyone.
Before anything else, let me just make it clear that this is not an advertisement for Piandre Salon, nor am I being paid to write this. This is just my way of giving credit where credit is due.
I have been a regular client of Piandre (Greenbelt branch) for almost 10 years or more, if my memory serves me right.
You must be wondering why I've patronized them all these years.
It is because this is a place where I can relax and feel so much at home. Also, exchanging banters with the staff gives me an assurance that I am in the company of people whom I regard as friends, or even family for that matter. The staff are all so courteous and accommodating, the service is par excellence, and the stylists who attend regular training sessions abroad belong to the creme of the crop in their field. They have regular promos for their valued clients as well, not to mention tokens of appreciation during the holiday season.
My monthly visits to Piandre is something I really look forward to.
Although it might be a little pricey compared with others in the same line of business, you'll never get the feeling of being shortchanged because with the kind of service they offer, perks included, for sure you'll get your money's worth.
Annual recollection (or is it quarterly) and other religious activities are among the many benefits provided for their employees. Aside from giving them the opportunity to bond with one another, it also instills in them and enhances their spiritual values.
When the country was devastated by Typhoon Ondoy, they even offered free lodging for their employees who lost their homes as a result of the tragedy. In addition they also sponsor mass weddings for their staff.
However, what I find truly exceptional and noteworthy is their being very spiritual. Every 3:00 o'clock in the afternoon, everything is at a standstill as everybody stops what they're doing and prays along with a leader who recites the 3:00 o'clock prayer. It is the only business establishment I know who practices this habit. If only for this reason, I'll keep coming back to Piandre.
It is not any wonder then why the owners (Zulueta family) are so blessed. It is because the services they offer are all for the glory of God.
To the owners, management, and most especially to the Greenbelt staff, thank you so much for making me a part of the Piandre family.
Kudos to everyone and praying for your continued success. May you always be showered with God's blessings.
Friday, December 23, 2011
Friday, December 16, 2011
A LITTLE RESPECT PLEASE
Christmas is just a few days away. Most people look forward to this occassion as a day of merrymaking, reunions, festive meals, etc. They seem to forget the real essence of Christmas which is the birth of Baby Jesus.
I also find it truly disgusting whenever I hear people say Xmas instead of Christmas. Why substitute Christ with X? To me this is a sign of total disrespect. X is not and will never be tantamount to Christ.
Another thing I find disrespectful is when I see young women going to church to attend mass wearing skimpy shorts, sandos, spaghetti straps, etc. and receiving Holy Communion at that. I wonder where their sense of decency lies. It seems that they are not aware of the type of clothing that can be considered modest and appropriate to be worn in church. Either that or they simply couldnt't care less.
When I was a little girl I remember seeing women go to church wearing veils. To me that was a gesture of utmost respect. Also receiving holy communion in sleeveless dresses or blouses was taboo.
But times have changed and Vatican became more lenient and gave way to modern practices such as discarding of veils inside the church. While we do conform with changes being a part of life, still we should not discount the fact that we have to wear something decent everytime we go to church, much more when we attend mass.
There is nothing wrong in keeping up with the times but it should be done in the proper perspective, especially when you are in the house of God.
I also find it truly disgusting whenever I hear people say Xmas instead of Christmas. Why substitute Christ with X? To me this is a sign of total disrespect. X is not and will never be tantamount to Christ.
Another thing I find disrespectful is when I see young women going to church to attend mass wearing skimpy shorts, sandos, spaghetti straps, etc. and receiving Holy Communion at that. I wonder where their sense of decency lies. It seems that they are not aware of the type of clothing that can be considered modest and appropriate to be worn in church. Either that or they simply couldnt't care less.
When I was a little girl I remember seeing women go to church wearing veils. To me that was a gesture of utmost respect. Also receiving holy communion in sleeveless dresses or blouses was taboo.
But times have changed and Vatican became more lenient and gave way to modern practices such as discarding of veils inside the church. While we do conform with changes being a part of life, still we should not discount the fact that we have to wear something decent everytime we go to church, much more when we attend mass.
There is nothing wrong in keeping up with the times but it should be done in the proper perspective, especially when you are in the house of God.
Saturday, December 10, 2011
NO RETIREMENT PAY, NO PENSION...............
I am deeply saddened every time I remember the plight of members of the clergy.
These men of the cloak had chosen this vocation because of their desire to serve God above everything else. Although fully aware of the hardship they would encounter and the sacrifices that this job entails, they chose to do it anyway.
We must however remember that priests go through retirement too. But unlike most retirees, they neither have a retirement pay to speak of, or pension to sustain them for a lifetime.
Since they do not have families of their own, where do they go from here? They are lucky if they get to live in retirement homes for priests. But others have nowhere to go.
These retirement homes however lack the necessary funds to sustain taking care of these members of the clergy who are in their twilight years. They were established and are being managed by the private sector who rely merely on donations from kind hearted souls. As such they cannot provide for their basic needs such as food, clothing, medicine, etc. We must remember that the residents here are all senior citizens and being such are prone to all kinds of illnesses.
I am blessed because this Christmas and Christmas of 2009, I was able to do my share no matter how small in putting a smile on the faces of our retired bishops and priests.
Ever year I ask Mama Mary and Jesus to lead me to those who are in dire need of help and they always answer my prayer.
In 2009, after several months of trying to find people who need help, financial or otherwise, Mama Mary's message came to me on the feast of the Immaculate Conception. Truly this is not a matter of coincidence. During mass in our parish, it was announced that they have a fund raising project for retired bishops and priests and they were looking for kind hearted souls who are interested to help. So I signed up and was able to donate medicine, adult milk, etc. It brought so much joy to me.
About two weeks ago, I was asking Mama Mary what Christmas gift I could give her and Jesus. I reminded her that I get a sense of fulfillment only when I am able to help others. I asked her to lead me once again to those who need help the most. While attending mass last Dec.8, to my delectation the priest announced that they were reviving the Munting Handog Program for retired bishops and priests. (This was not implemented last year for reasons I am not aware of.) I was thrilled because this was the sign from Mama Mary that I had been waiting for all along. And for the second time it transpired on the Feast of the Immaculate Conception.
I am overjoyed because once again I was used as an instrument to be of help to others.
I just wish I had more resources so I could give more. But then again, God does not take into account how big or small we spend to help others. It is the deed or the intention that matters after all.
I will be having a Merry Christmas again this year for truly it is in sharing our blessings with the less fortunate that give meaning to our lives.
These men of the cloak had chosen this vocation because of their desire to serve God above everything else. Although fully aware of the hardship they would encounter and the sacrifices that this job entails, they chose to do it anyway.
We must however remember that priests go through retirement too. But unlike most retirees, they neither have a retirement pay to speak of, or pension to sustain them for a lifetime.
Since they do not have families of their own, where do they go from here? They are lucky if they get to live in retirement homes for priests. But others have nowhere to go.
These retirement homes however lack the necessary funds to sustain taking care of these members of the clergy who are in their twilight years. They were established and are being managed by the private sector who rely merely on donations from kind hearted souls. As such they cannot provide for their basic needs such as food, clothing, medicine, etc. We must remember that the residents here are all senior citizens and being such are prone to all kinds of illnesses.
I am blessed because this Christmas and Christmas of 2009, I was able to do my share no matter how small in putting a smile on the faces of our retired bishops and priests.
Ever year I ask Mama Mary and Jesus to lead me to those who are in dire need of help and they always answer my prayer.
In 2009, after several months of trying to find people who need help, financial or otherwise, Mama Mary's message came to me on the feast of the Immaculate Conception. Truly this is not a matter of coincidence. During mass in our parish, it was announced that they have a fund raising project for retired bishops and priests and they were looking for kind hearted souls who are interested to help. So I signed up and was able to donate medicine, adult milk, etc. It brought so much joy to me.
About two weeks ago, I was asking Mama Mary what Christmas gift I could give her and Jesus. I reminded her that I get a sense of fulfillment only when I am able to help others. I asked her to lead me once again to those who need help the most. While attending mass last Dec.8, to my delectation the priest announced that they were reviving the Munting Handog Program for retired bishops and priests. (This was not implemented last year for reasons I am not aware of.) I was thrilled because this was the sign from Mama Mary that I had been waiting for all along. And for the second time it transpired on the Feast of the Immaculate Conception.
I am overjoyed because once again I was used as an instrument to be of help to others.
I just wish I had more resources so I could give more. But then again, God does not take into account how big or small we spend to help others. It is the deed or the intention that matters after all.
I will be having a Merry Christmas again this year for truly it is in sharing our blessings with the less fortunate that give meaning to our lives.
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
THANKS TO FACEBOOK
The other night as I was going over the news feed on Facebook, I saw the picture of an old woman who was searching for her lost husband. That picture was taken by a good samaritan who uploaded it on Facebook in his desire to help the old lady find her husband.
This lola had been searching for her husband who left their house two weeks ago and had since then never returned. She pasted the picture of her husband on her back and for the past two weeks would leave their house at 5:00 a.m. and start looking for him. She would go home for a quick lunch then go out again until late in the evening hoping to find him. She would ask people on the street if they saw her husband.
A kind soul saw the old woman sitting on the street and took her picture which he then uploaded on Facebook together with her story.
An ABS-CBN reporter saw the post on Facebook and went to the old woman's house yesterday morning to fetch her and bring her to DZMM at ABS-CBN where she was asked to narrate her story. She was also asked by the news anchors of the program to send her plea on air hoping that if there was anyone who has seen her husband, he or she may get in touch with the family or the station thru the contact numbers given.
Last night it was reported on TV Patrol that the woman was reunited with her husband because someone heard her plea on Teleradyo and called the station to inform them of the whereabouts of her husband. A DZMM reporter went to the place and brought the old man home. This morning the couple went back to the station to thank them for their help. She also thanked the guy who uploaded her picture on Facebook.
That is one of the wonders of social networking sites. People get to react quickly to situations like these.
And to think that just recently, the CEO of Facebook sent a warning to Filipinos that we would lose access to this site because of the proliferation of pornographic materials being uploaded which allegedly originated from the Philippines.
I hope Mr. Mark Zuckerberg gets to know about this incident and how an old couple were reunited thanks to Facebook.
It only goes to show that Filipinos do not only allegedly use Facebook to spread pornographic materials. They also use this to help those in need. After all we are a compassionate people.
This lola had been searching for her husband who left their house two weeks ago and had since then never returned. She pasted the picture of her husband on her back and for the past two weeks would leave their house at 5:00 a.m. and start looking for him. She would go home for a quick lunch then go out again until late in the evening hoping to find him. She would ask people on the street if they saw her husband.
A kind soul saw the old woman sitting on the street and took her picture which he then uploaded on Facebook together with her story.
An ABS-CBN reporter saw the post on Facebook and went to the old woman's house yesterday morning to fetch her and bring her to DZMM at ABS-CBN where she was asked to narrate her story. She was also asked by the news anchors of the program to send her plea on air hoping that if there was anyone who has seen her husband, he or she may get in touch with the family or the station thru the contact numbers given.
Last night it was reported on TV Patrol that the woman was reunited with her husband because someone heard her plea on Teleradyo and called the station to inform them of the whereabouts of her husband. A DZMM reporter went to the place and brought the old man home. This morning the couple went back to the station to thank them for their help. She also thanked the guy who uploaded her picture on Facebook.
That is one of the wonders of social networking sites. People get to react quickly to situations like these.
And to think that just recently, the CEO of Facebook sent a warning to Filipinos that we would lose access to this site because of the proliferation of pornographic materials being uploaded which allegedly originated from the Philippines.
I hope Mr. Mark Zuckerberg gets to know about this incident and how an old couple were reunited thanks to Facebook.
It only goes to show that Filipinos do not only allegedly use Facebook to spread pornographic materials. They also use this to help those in need. After all we are a compassionate people.
THE WHEELS OF JUSTICE
I am not exactly a fan of former President Gloria Macapagal Arroyo. In fact, I am inclined to believe that all the allegations hurled at her and her husband are true. Based on the statements of the resource persons / witnesses about the Arroyo couple's so called unscupulous deals, there is no way I could say they are innocent of the charges against them.
But then there is a rule of law which dictates that a person is innocent unless proven otherwise.
I am wondering what is going on in the mind of GMA right now. It must be truly depressing to be sick and at the same time being under arrest, be it hospital or otherwise. Not only is it depressing, but very humiliating as well, especially for a former head of state.
Add to that is the painful truth that nobody seems to care or believe them except for her family,lawyers,her ever faithful spokesperson and some justices of the Supreme Court. People don't really give a damn if she is getting better, and worst, most if not all believe that this is some sort of karma.
This only proves that no amount of wealth can buy dignity and much more, peace of mind. I think the latter is something she will never get to experience in the coming days or even years for that matter.
I am reminded of the verse " For what does it profit a man if he gains the whole world, but suffers the loss of his soul ".
But despite everything that she has done, I can only commensurate with her misery and the Christian in me still hopes that her condition improves soon and that nothing untoward happens to her. But that is not to discount the fact that we have to know the truth and justice must be ultimately served.
But then there is a rule of law which dictates that a person is innocent unless proven otherwise.
I am wondering what is going on in the mind of GMA right now. It must be truly depressing to be sick and at the same time being under arrest, be it hospital or otherwise. Not only is it depressing, but very humiliating as well, especially for a former head of state.
Add to that is the painful truth that nobody seems to care or believe them except for her family,lawyers,her ever faithful spokesperson and some justices of the Supreme Court. People don't really give a damn if she is getting better, and worst, most if not all believe that this is some sort of karma.
This only proves that no amount of wealth can buy dignity and much more, peace of mind. I think the latter is something she will never get to experience in the coming days or even years for that matter.
I am reminded of the verse " For what does it profit a man if he gains the whole world, but suffers the loss of his soul ".
But despite everything that she has done, I can only commensurate with her misery and the Christian in me still hopes that her condition improves soon and that nothing untoward happens to her. But that is not to discount the fact that we have to know the truth and justice must be ultimately served.
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
FAREWELL MANG BERT
It is truly sad when friends who were part of our lives pass on.
Officemates are people we consider as family because we spend more time at the office than in our homes.
Last Sept.25, our beloved colleague Abelardo Dagoro was reunited with his Creator. His demise had once again created a vacuum in our closely knit SMC Head Office Accounting family. He and the guys in the department often called each other "Amigo" but I always addressed him as Mang Bert as a sign of respect.
I will always remember Mang Bert as the English speaking, burly guy with the baritone voice. He always had his camera strung on his shoulder as photography was his biggest passion. In fact in my first few days in SMC, I thought he was from our Corporate Affairs Office (Public Relations Dept.in those days) since he always carried his camera wherever he goes. I only realized that he was from the Accounting Department when I saw him working at his desk. He was always nice to me even when I was relatively new in the department, not because he knew my dad, but because it was really his nature. He was also our official photographer at Christmas parties, bowling tournaments and other office related events. He had also unselfishly shared his knowledge in costing procedures to me, being a former Plant Accountant of our Polo Brewery. I also got words of wisdom from him.
Aside from his love for photography, he was also a good swimmer and a golf enthusiast.
The last time I saw him was on his 82nd birthday celebration a year ago, when his family prepared an intimate lunch get together for him at their BF Resort Subdivision residence in Las Pinas. Little did I know that would be the last time I would see and talk to him. He was far from the Mang Bert that I remember because he had lost weight. But although his eyesight had been impaired, his sense of hearing was still okay and he remembered all of us when we introduced ourselves to him. Obviously he was so happy because he was cracking jokes, sang songs and played his harmonica for us. Tita Annie and Malou, his daughter, said he missed his Accounting colleagues so much and would often ask about us. I will forever remember not only that day, but most especially the smile reflected on his face.
Thank you Mang Bert for sharing a big part of your fruitful years with us.
Thank you also for the beautiful memories we will always treasure.
I know you are probably playing your harmonica with the angels in Heaven now.
Farewell Mang Bert. We will miss you.
Officemates are people we consider as family because we spend more time at the office than in our homes.
Last Sept.25, our beloved colleague Abelardo Dagoro was reunited with his Creator. His demise had once again created a vacuum in our closely knit SMC Head Office Accounting family. He and the guys in the department often called each other "Amigo" but I always addressed him as Mang Bert as a sign of respect.
I will always remember Mang Bert as the English speaking, burly guy with the baritone voice. He always had his camera strung on his shoulder as photography was his biggest passion. In fact in my first few days in SMC, I thought he was from our Corporate Affairs Office (Public Relations Dept.in those days) since he always carried his camera wherever he goes. I only realized that he was from the Accounting Department when I saw him working at his desk. He was always nice to me even when I was relatively new in the department, not because he knew my dad, but because it was really his nature. He was also our official photographer at Christmas parties, bowling tournaments and other office related events. He had also unselfishly shared his knowledge in costing procedures to me, being a former Plant Accountant of our Polo Brewery. I also got words of wisdom from him.
Aside from his love for photography, he was also a good swimmer and a golf enthusiast.
The last time I saw him was on his 82nd birthday celebration a year ago, when his family prepared an intimate lunch get together for him at their BF Resort Subdivision residence in Las Pinas. Little did I know that would be the last time I would see and talk to him. He was far from the Mang Bert that I remember because he had lost weight. But although his eyesight had been impaired, his sense of hearing was still okay and he remembered all of us when we introduced ourselves to him. Obviously he was so happy because he was cracking jokes, sang songs and played his harmonica for us. Tita Annie and Malou, his daughter, said he missed his Accounting colleagues so much and would often ask about us. I will forever remember not only that day, but most especially the smile reflected on his face.
Thank you Mang Bert for sharing a big part of your fruitful years with us.
Thank you also for the beautiful memories we will always treasure.
I know you are probably playing your harmonica with the angels in Heaven now.
Farewell Mang Bert. We will miss you.
Monday, September 5, 2011
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MAMA MARY
My dearest Mama Mary, today we are celebrating your birthday once again.
As in previous years, I had been thinking of what to offer you on your birthday.
Unlike in the years past though, when it was already your birthday and I still couldn't think of what to give you, this year you sort of made it easy for me by giving me an idea of what you desire.
Three days ago, I received a text from a friend asking if it would be so gracious of me to be one of the sponsors of a feeding program for undernourished children in a relocation site somewhere in Laguna. They need people who will sponsor one child each for the year 2012 and help feed these hungry kids. This is a project of a priest who happens to be a mutual friend of ours.
To be honest, at first I couldn't commit myself knowing how limited my resources are. In my heart however, I was certain that this is one gift that would truly make you happy. Remember my birthday wish last June, when I was seeking your guidance to lead me to those who need assistance badly. You did not fulfill my birthday wish and I know you had a reason for that. You always do.
Now it is very clear to me. Maybe it is because you believe that this is a more appropriate time for you to fulfill my wish because it would make you really happy on your birthday.
And I couldn't be happier myself. Helping others has always given me a sense of fulfillment.
Thank you for giving me a reason to smile again. Except for that heartwarming incident with the old lady sampaguita vendor last Good Friday, the last time I experienced a state of bliss was when I was able to bring some joy to retired priests and bishops, Christmas of 2009. Last Christmas, it was a phone call from Father Mike of the Blessed Sacrament Congregation that somehow brought tears of joy to my eyes. Little things do mean a lot.
I know as always, you will be getting lots of flowers and bouquets during several masses to be held in your honor today. You will also be receiving the traditional solitary blue rose that I give you every year, which obviously pales in comparison to the beautiful flower arrangements set up at the altar for you. I do know however that it is your favorite, and that only you and I know the reason why.
Happy Birthday my dearest Mama Mary. I love you so much. Thank you for always giving me your unconditional love.
As in previous years, I had been thinking of what to offer you on your birthday.
Unlike in the years past though, when it was already your birthday and I still couldn't think of what to give you, this year you sort of made it easy for me by giving me an idea of what you desire.
Three days ago, I received a text from a friend asking if it would be so gracious of me to be one of the sponsors of a feeding program for undernourished children in a relocation site somewhere in Laguna. They need people who will sponsor one child each for the year 2012 and help feed these hungry kids. This is a project of a priest who happens to be a mutual friend of ours.
To be honest, at first I couldn't commit myself knowing how limited my resources are. In my heart however, I was certain that this is one gift that would truly make you happy. Remember my birthday wish last June, when I was seeking your guidance to lead me to those who need assistance badly. You did not fulfill my birthday wish and I know you had a reason for that. You always do.
Now it is very clear to me. Maybe it is because you believe that this is a more appropriate time for you to fulfill my wish because it would make you really happy on your birthday.
And I couldn't be happier myself. Helping others has always given me a sense of fulfillment.
Thank you for giving me a reason to smile again. Except for that heartwarming incident with the old lady sampaguita vendor last Good Friday, the last time I experienced a state of bliss was when I was able to bring some joy to retired priests and bishops, Christmas of 2009. Last Christmas, it was a phone call from Father Mike of the Blessed Sacrament Congregation that somehow brought tears of joy to my eyes. Little things do mean a lot.
I know as always, you will be getting lots of flowers and bouquets during several masses to be held in your honor today. You will also be receiving the traditional solitary blue rose that I give you every year, which obviously pales in comparison to the beautiful flower arrangements set up at the altar for you. I do know however that it is your favorite, and that only you and I know the reason why.
Happy Birthday my dearest Mama Mary. I love you so much. Thank you for always giving me your unconditional love.
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
MISSING MY "HOUSEMATE"
It's been 3 lonely days since my television set broke down.
My tv has a customized revolving base which I had specifically requested to enable me to watch my favorite programs from various angles or places in the house. It is conveniently situated in a spot wherein there is a small open area between the bedroom and the living room such that I can have access to it when I am in either of these areas.
On a lazy Monday afternoon, I was watching the live Congressional hearing of the Pagcor anomaly in the living room when I felt my eyes getting heavy so I decided to turn the set to a different angle so I can watch it from my bedroom. While I was revolving it, all of a sudden the picture went off and total blackness engulfed the screen with only the words "No Signal" appearing on the lower part. The audio however was still on. I tried to adjust the various cables at the back of the set (connection to the digital box, dvd player, internet, etc.) but to no avail.
Sensing it to be another one of those hopeless cases, I decided to call the service provider to request for a technician but was told he would be available only after 2 days since there were a lot of service requests that came before me.
Today happens to be the 3rd day and while I was anxiously waiting for the technician to arrive this afternoon, the girl from the service center called to inform me that the technician had to take the afternoon off since he was not feeling well. In lieu of this, they would be sending another one to take his place but it had to wait till tomorrow. Oops, another miserable day for me.
I miss the company of my tv. It has been some sort of a "housemate" to me. I never realized it would be this lonely without it. It keeps me company throughout the day during the times when I have to stay home. I must admit the sound from the boob tube has sort of become music to my ears. Now everything is so quiet all around.
Although I have music from my cds to brighten an otherwise gloomy day, there is still that longing for the different kind of noise that comes out from that box.
I also feel so detached from the world. I have no idea what's going on in the outside world. Even though my laptop and the internet are possible alternatives, still it wouldn't be at par with the joy I get from watching the news and my favorite shows on television.
Truly the saying, you'll never realize the value of something until you've lost it applies to me.
But suffice it to say I learned my lesson. From now on, I'll take extra care of my tv. I would also refrain from turning it around so I can watch from a different angle. Never mind if the purpose for which I had the revolving base made would not be put to use anymore. That can be dispensed with anyway. I guess instead of adjusting the base, it is I who would have to adjust my viewing preference.
I'll be hitting the sack now, happy in the thought that barring any untoward incident again, I will be reunited with my "housemate" tomorrow.
A pleasant night and looking forward to a lovely day ahead.
My tv has a customized revolving base which I had specifically requested to enable me to watch my favorite programs from various angles or places in the house. It is conveniently situated in a spot wherein there is a small open area between the bedroom and the living room such that I can have access to it when I am in either of these areas.
On a lazy Monday afternoon, I was watching the live Congressional hearing of the Pagcor anomaly in the living room when I felt my eyes getting heavy so I decided to turn the set to a different angle so I can watch it from my bedroom. While I was revolving it, all of a sudden the picture went off and total blackness engulfed the screen with only the words "No Signal" appearing on the lower part. The audio however was still on. I tried to adjust the various cables at the back of the set (connection to the digital box, dvd player, internet, etc.) but to no avail.
Sensing it to be another one of those hopeless cases, I decided to call the service provider to request for a technician but was told he would be available only after 2 days since there were a lot of service requests that came before me.
Today happens to be the 3rd day and while I was anxiously waiting for the technician to arrive this afternoon, the girl from the service center called to inform me that the technician had to take the afternoon off since he was not feeling well. In lieu of this, they would be sending another one to take his place but it had to wait till tomorrow. Oops, another miserable day for me.
I miss the company of my tv. It has been some sort of a "housemate" to me. I never realized it would be this lonely without it. It keeps me company throughout the day during the times when I have to stay home. I must admit the sound from the boob tube has sort of become music to my ears. Now everything is so quiet all around.
Although I have music from my cds to brighten an otherwise gloomy day, there is still that longing for the different kind of noise that comes out from that box.
I also feel so detached from the world. I have no idea what's going on in the outside world. Even though my laptop and the internet are possible alternatives, still it wouldn't be at par with the joy I get from watching the news and my favorite shows on television.
Truly the saying, you'll never realize the value of something until you've lost it applies to me.
But suffice it to say I learned my lesson. From now on, I'll take extra care of my tv. I would also refrain from turning it around so I can watch from a different angle. Never mind if the purpose for which I had the revolving base made would not be put to use anymore. That can be dispensed with anyway. I guess instead of adjusting the base, it is I who would have to adjust my viewing preference.
I'll be hitting the sack now, happy in the thought that barring any untoward incident again, I will be reunited with my "housemate" tomorrow.
A pleasant night and looking forward to a lovely day ahead.
Monday, August 1, 2011
THROUGH THE EYES OF A CHILD
I've had this writer's block for the past couple of weeks.
Either that or I simply was not inspired to write.
It had been continuously raining for days now and from where I am I can hear the rain coupled with thunder and lightning.
I love the sound of rain, or water for that matter. To me it is therapeutic, and inspiring too because as a result of this weather, all of a sudden I felt the need to write about something that pricked my sensibilities and was deeply humbled.
I was reading an email earlier that had been sent by a friend and was intensely touched that I could not help but give my two cents worth on this. I'm sure some of you might be familiar with this story but it's worth sharing anyway.
This in a nutshell is how it goes:
It is about a couple who were dining with their baby in a restaurant. While partaking of their meal, the mother noticed that her baby was clapping and smiling at a man from across their table. She noticed that he was wearing clothes that had seen better days and worn out shoes with his toes peeking out. His uncombed hair and beard looked like they needed a cut and a shave. To her, he simply was shabby and needed a bath, and although he was a couple of tables away, she was deadsure he smelled. Her baby, however, was oblivious of all these and seemed to enjoy waving and smiling at the man who was waving back at him.
When they had finished with their meal, she and her husband stood and headed for the door. She then noticed that the man also headed in the same direction. He was standing by the door such that the mother who was carrying her baby on her arms would have to pass through him on her way out. She dreaded doing this for she feared that the man might suddenly grab her baby. When she passed through him, she was dumbfounded when all of a sudden her baby stretched out his arms and leaned towards the man who caught him with his arms and gave him a tight hug. The mom noticed that her baby, in a full act of submission, nestled his head on the man's shoulder and seemed to be enjoying the warmth and comfort accorded him for there was a smile on his little face. The man with tears in his eyes was smiling too as he cradled the baby in his arms and patted his back with a scarred hand that bore the signs of hard labor.
After a few seconds,the man handed back her baby and told her to take good care of him. She then made a dash for the door.
On their way home, she realized how insensitive she was for thinking all along that the man would want to harm her child, and for not wanting her baby to go near him because he was dirty and he smells. It was then that she felt a sense of guilt for not wanting to share her baby, when God was generous enough to have shared His only son with us.
End of story.
Now how many of us are guilty of trying to distance ourselves from beggars all because they are dirty and they smell, or disassociating ourselves from the sick and the desolate for fear of being exposed to them, when all they need is a little compassion.
It truly was a humbling experience for we had to direct one's attention through the eyes of a child to make us realize that this is how God wants us to be, childlike.
We should not be judgmental of people, for what they truly are goes beyond the physical. It is something that is not often seen by the eye but can be felt by the heart.
Happiness is not measured by material things but by acts of kindness no matter how small.
You may have all the wealth and success in the world but in the end, it is how you treat others that counts.
So the next time you feel like looking down on people or being indifferent towards them, think about the innocence of the child who passed no judgment on the man and accepted him for who or what he was; dirt, grime and smell notwithstanding.
Either that or I simply was not inspired to write.
It had been continuously raining for days now and from where I am I can hear the rain coupled with thunder and lightning.
I love the sound of rain, or water for that matter. To me it is therapeutic, and inspiring too because as a result of this weather, all of a sudden I felt the need to write about something that pricked my sensibilities and was deeply humbled.
I was reading an email earlier that had been sent by a friend and was intensely touched that I could not help but give my two cents worth on this. I'm sure some of you might be familiar with this story but it's worth sharing anyway.
This in a nutshell is how it goes:
It is about a couple who were dining with their baby in a restaurant. While partaking of their meal, the mother noticed that her baby was clapping and smiling at a man from across their table. She noticed that he was wearing clothes that had seen better days and worn out shoes with his toes peeking out. His uncombed hair and beard looked like they needed a cut and a shave. To her, he simply was shabby and needed a bath, and although he was a couple of tables away, she was deadsure he smelled. Her baby, however, was oblivious of all these and seemed to enjoy waving and smiling at the man who was waving back at him.
When they had finished with their meal, she and her husband stood and headed for the door. She then noticed that the man also headed in the same direction. He was standing by the door such that the mother who was carrying her baby on her arms would have to pass through him on her way out. She dreaded doing this for she feared that the man might suddenly grab her baby. When she passed through him, she was dumbfounded when all of a sudden her baby stretched out his arms and leaned towards the man who caught him with his arms and gave him a tight hug. The mom noticed that her baby, in a full act of submission, nestled his head on the man's shoulder and seemed to be enjoying the warmth and comfort accorded him for there was a smile on his little face. The man with tears in his eyes was smiling too as he cradled the baby in his arms and patted his back with a scarred hand that bore the signs of hard labor.
After a few seconds,the man handed back her baby and told her to take good care of him. She then made a dash for the door.
On their way home, she realized how insensitive she was for thinking all along that the man would want to harm her child, and for not wanting her baby to go near him because he was dirty and he smells. It was then that she felt a sense of guilt for not wanting to share her baby, when God was generous enough to have shared His only son with us.
End of story.
Now how many of us are guilty of trying to distance ourselves from beggars all because they are dirty and they smell, or disassociating ourselves from the sick and the desolate for fear of being exposed to them, when all they need is a little compassion.
It truly was a humbling experience for we had to direct one's attention through the eyes of a child to make us realize that this is how God wants us to be, childlike.
We should not be judgmental of people, for what they truly are goes beyond the physical. It is something that is not often seen by the eye but can be felt by the heart.
Happiness is not measured by material things but by acts of kindness no matter how small.
You may have all the wealth and success in the world but in the end, it is how you treat others that counts.
So the next time you feel like looking down on people or being indifferent towards them, think about the innocence of the child who passed no judgment on the man and accepted him for who or what he was; dirt, grime and smell notwithstanding.
Sunday, July 17, 2011
MY IRREPLACEABLE FRIEND
They say friends walk in and out of our lives.
I am fortunate though that no friend has ever walked out on me.
Yesterday I got a surprise from a very dear friend at a time when I least expected it.
I was taking my lunch when the intercom buzzed. It was the guard at the lobby informing me that a package had been delivered for me. I was wondering who could have sent it and for what reason since there was no occassion at all. It turned out that it came from my dearest friend, my closest friend actually, Oskar Peralta.
Amazed and somewhat puzzled, I called to thank him for the gift and at the same time asked what it was for, since he had already given me a gift on my recent birthday. He told me it was an "I Miss You" gift. He said he missed me because the last time we saw each other was on my birthday a month ago. He had been kept busy with so many activities lately such as the Philippine Fashion Week, the Metrowear Filipiniana Event and the forthcoming Ms.World Philippines beauty pageant which practically kept him on his toes the whole time.
I was truly touched by his gesture because no one has ever done that for me, but knowing him I wouldn't really be surprised. After all he has always showered me with his love, care and concern.
Just about 2 weeks ago,he requested a friend of his to prepare and cook some food for me and had it brought to my place.
What I find truly amazing is that we have some sort of mental connection. It is almost as if he could read my mind. Whenever I would think of him, all of a sudden my cellphone would ring with him on the other end asking how I am. This also happens the other way around. Oftentimes when I call him, he would tell me that he was just about to call me. This had happened several times. He said it is probably because we are connected.
I would like to believe we are soulmates because we have the same wave length. We also have almost identical character traits. I guess we tend to gravitate towards people with the same likes, dislikes, interests and sensibilities.
During our bonding moments, we would more often than not, cry together especially everytime we remember our parents. This is a very emotional topic for him and for me as well.
When we are together sometimes we would get so engrossed in our conversation that we would fail to notice that 3:00 p.m. had passed. Both of us share this daily routine of reading some prayers from our respective Straight From The Heart, A Prayer Companion, books at this precise time. He always makes it a point to carry his book with him when he is out so that wherever he is, he can read his prayers at this particular time. In my case, if I need to leave the house in the afternoon, I read my prayers before I leave home even though it is not 3:00 p.m. yet, so that at least I was able to read them for that day.
I haven't the slightest doubt that this friendship will last because God is at the center of our relationship. After all HE was the one who brought the two of us together.
I would not wish to label him as my close friend or even best friend for that matter because that would be under rating him.
In the past I used to refer to him as my valued friend, but I would rather refer to him now as my irreplaceable friend because it might take a million life times but truly there will never ever be someone like him .
Thank you Jesus for my irreplaceable friend.
I am fortunate though that no friend has ever walked out on me.
Yesterday I got a surprise from a very dear friend at a time when I least expected it.
I was taking my lunch when the intercom buzzed. It was the guard at the lobby informing me that a package had been delivered for me. I was wondering who could have sent it and for what reason since there was no occassion at all. It turned out that it came from my dearest friend, my closest friend actually, Oskar Peralta.
Amazed and somewhat puzzled, I called to thank him for the gift and at the same time asked what it was for, since he had already given me a gift on my recent birthday. He told me it was an "I Miss You" gift. He said he missed me because the last time we saw each other was on my birthday a month ago. He had been kept busy with so many activities lately such as the Philippine Fashion Week, the Metrowear Filipiniana Event and the forthcoming Ms.World Philippines beauty pageant which practically kept him on his toes the whole time.
I was truly touched by his gesture because no one has ever done that for me, but knowing him I wouldn't really be surprised. After all he has always showered me with his love, care and concern.
Just about 2 weeks ago,he requested a friend of his to prepare and cook some food for me and had it brought to my place.
What I find truly amazing is that we have some sort of mental connection. It is almost as if he could read my mind. Whenever I would think of him, all of a sudden my cellphone would ring with him on the other end asking how I am. This also happens the other way around. Oftentimes when I call him, he would tell me that he was just about to call me. This had happened several times. He said it is probably because we are connected.
I would like to believe we are soulmates because we have the same wave length. We also have almost identical character traits. I guess we tend to gravitate towards people with the same likes, dislikes, interests and sensibilities.
During our bonding moments, we would more often than not, cry together especially everytime we remember our parents. This is a very emotional topic for him and for me as well.
When we are together sometimes we would get so engrossed in our conversation that we would fail to notice that 3:00 p.m. had passed. Both of us share this daily routine of reading some prayers from our respective Straight From The Heart, A Prayer Companion, books at this precise time. He always makes it a point to carry his book with him when he is out so that wherever he is, he can read his prayers at this particular time. In my case, if I need to leave the house in the afternoon, I read my prayers before I leave home even though it is not 3:00 p.m. yet, so that at least I was able to read them for that day.
I haven't the slightest doubt that this friendship will last because God is at the center of our relationship. After all HE was the one who brought the two of us together.
I would not wish to label him as my close friend or even best friend for that matter because that would be under rating him.
In the past I used to refer to him as my valued friend, but I would rather refer to him now as my irreplaceable friend because it might take a million life times but truly there will never ever be someone like him .
Thank you Jesus for my irreplaceable friend.
OUR LADY OF MT. CARMEL AND THE SCAPULAR
July 16 is the feast day of Our Lady of Mt. Carmel.
It is also happens to be the birthday of my mom. Her name is Carmen, having been named after our Lady.
My mom was a devotee of Our Lady of Mt. Carmel and her scapular. It is from her where I got my devotion to the scapular as well.
It has been my habit (and still is) to buy scapulars and give them away to friends telling them about the significance of wearing one, and that is the promise of our Lady that anyone who dies wearing a scapular will not suffer from eternal fire.
It is also a sign of salvation and protection from danger. Our Lady promised that on the saturday following our death, she will go to Purgatory and free all souls who have a devotion to the scapular and lead them to Heaven.
It is important that you have faith and devotion when you wear one. It is not something that you wear as a fashion accessory or an amulet, which sad to say, some do especially the younger ones.
My parents who are both devotees died wearing their scapulars. And I know that they are now sharing peace and eternal happiness with Jesus and Mama Mary.
Wouldn't you wish to experience this too someday?
It is also happens to be the birthday of my mom. Her name is Carmen, having been named after our Lady.
My mom was a devotee of Our Lady of Mt. Carmel and her scapular. It is from her where I got my devotion to the scapular as well.
It has been my habit (and still is) to buy scapulars and give them away to friends telling them about the significance of wearing one, and that is the promise of our Lady that anyone who dies wearing a scapular will not suffer from eternal fire.
It is also a sign of salvation and protection from danger. Our Lady promised that on the saturday following our death, she will go to Purgatory and free all souls who have a devotion to the scapular and lead them to Heaven.
It is important that you have faith and devotion when you wear one. It is not something that you wear as a fashion accessory or an amulet, which sad to say, some do especially the younger ones.
My parents who are both devotees died wearing their scapulars. And I know that they are now sharing peace and eternal happiness with Jesus and Mama Mary.
Wouldn't you wish to experience this too someday?
Sunday, June 19, 2011
REMEMBERING DAD
Everybody is greeting their fathers, Happy Father's Day.
I admit I am envious and sad because my dad is no longer with us. He returned to his Creator four years ago. I miss my dad so much. He had always been my tower of strength, especially when and after my mom died.
So many things and valuable lessons I learned from my dad.
I have very beautiful and vivid memories of my childhood with him. I remember he meticulously cut articles and pictures from newspapers and magazines that he deemed would be useful in my school projects and painstakingly compiled them. I always got excellent grades in my school projects because everytime my teachers assigned a project to us, all I had to do was go over dad's clippings and true enough, I would find what I needed there.
I could still picture in my mind the beautiful red and green lanterns that we hung from our windows come Christmas time which he himself made.
He would take my brother and me to watch Holiday on Ice and the Circus at the Araneta Coliseum everytime they came to town. We would also take our annual pilgrimage to Antipolo every summer.
I became exposed to his favorite sport, basketball (which he plays very well) and became familiar with the likes of the Boston Celtics, New York Knicks, Harlem Globetrotters, etc.
My being prayerful was greatly influenced by my parents. They instilled in me my Christian values. My dad recited the rosary everyday, all 20 mysteries of them till the day he died. I pray the rosary too everyday, but unlike my dad, I only recite the mysteries for that particular day.
I also inherited my dedication for work from him. He would never absent himself from work and would only take the afternoon off because he and mom had to pin the gold medal on me during commencement exercises in school every year. These lasted from grade school till my college years. I know he was very proud of me. He would also let me keep my tuition fee refund everytime the list of scholars came out, so I can use it to buy whatever I want.
Today is no different from the past four years, because once again, I will not say Happy Father's Day to you, Dad. I certainly am far from being happy because of the vacuum that was created in my heart when you left to join Jesus and Mama Mary. But I will never be devoid of beautiful memories and even if you are no longer around, all I have to do is look back and that vacuum will once again be overflowing with beautiful thoughts of you. You will forever live in my heart.
I miss you Dad and I love you very much.
I admit I am envious and sad because my dad is no longer with us. He returned to his Creator four years ago. I miss my dad so much. He had always been my tower of strength, especially when and after my mom died.
So many things and valuable lessons I learned from my dad.
I have very beautiful and vivid memories of my childhood with him. I remember he meticulously cut articles and pictures from newspapers and magazines that he deemed would be useful in my school projects and painstakingly compiled them. I always got excellent grades in my school projects because everytime my teachers assigned a project to us, all I had to do was go over dad's clippings and true enough, I would find what I needed there.
I could still picture in my mind the beautiful red and green lanterns that we hung from our windows come Christmas time which he himself made.
He would take my brother and me to watch Holiday on Ice and the Circus at the Araneta Coliseum everytime they came to town. We would also take our annual pilgrimage to Antipolo every summer.
I became exposed to his favorite sport, basketball (which he plays very well) and became familiar with the likes of the Boston Celtics, New York Knicks, Harlem Globetrotters, etc.
My being prayerful was greatly influenced by my parents. They instilled in me my Christian values. My dad recited the rosary everyday, all 20 mysteries of them till the day he died. I pray the rosary too everyday, but unlike my dad, I only recite the mysteries for that particular day.
I also inherited my dedication for work from him. He would never absent himself from work and would only take the afternoon off because he and mom had to pin the gold medal on me during commencement exercises in school every year. These lasted from grade school till my college years. I know he was very proud of me. He would also let me keep my tuition fee refund everytime the list of scholars came out, so I can use it to buy whatever I want.
Today is no different from the past four years, because once again, I will not say Happy Father's Day to you, Dad. I certainly am far from being happy because of the vacuum that was created in my heart when you left to join Jesus and Mama Mary. But I will never be devoid of beautiful memories and even if you are no longer around, all I have to do is look back and that vacuum will once again be overflowing with beautiful thoughts of you. You will forever live in my heart.
I miss you Dad and I love you very much.
Friday, May 6, 2011
HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY MAMA MARY
Happy Mother's Day to the greatest mother in the world, Mama Mary.
I miss my mom. For the longest time I had not been able to greet her on Mother's Day since the day she went back to her Creator several years ago. That was the saddest day of my life. I lost not only a mom but a best friend, sister and confidante as well. I miss having her around.
I cannot deny that I envy those who still have their mothers with them. You are very fortunate they are still part of your lives. Shower them with love while you still have the chance. Tell them you love them everyday before it's too late. Never leave room for regrets.
I have been blessed that somehow the vacuum that was created when my mom died had been filled up with Mama Mary's loving presence. She has always been there, guiding and helping me traverse the lowest points in my life. Even though she is a mother to the whole of mankind, still she finds time to listen to my pleas. I guess I'm kinda spoiled because I am aware that even though what I request for is probably wrong, still she gives it to me just so she could dry away my tears. That maybe too profound for people to understand because that is just between the two of us.
So far I have not heard anyone greet her this Mother's Day. Even at the anticipated mass this evening, the priest paid tribute to all the mothers present but failed to acknowedge Mama Mary. This saddened me. I know she really wouldn't mind because she has such a big and forgiving heart. But I do.
To Mama Mary, I may not be the best daughter in the world, but I know you love me just the same inspite of my faults. And once again on Sunday, you will be receiving the blue rose that I traditionally give you every Mother's Day and on your birthday as well. I know it doesn't cost much compared to all you have done for me, but it is my small way of thanking you for being my inspiration and for showering me with so much love. Thank you for always being there for me, giving me your shoulder to cry on and instilling in me so much compassion for others. Thank you for granting most of my requests and most especially for the unconditional love that you unselfishly give.
I will never ever forget you.
Happy Mother's Day.
I love you so much.
I miss my mom. For the longest time I had not been able to greet her on Mother's Day since the day she went back to her Creator several years ago. That was the saddest day of my life. I lost not only a mom but a best friend, sister and confidante as well. I miss having her around.
I cannot deny that I envy those who still have their mothers with them. You are very fortunate they are still part of your lives. Shower them with love while you still have the chance. Tell them you love them everyday before it's too late. Never leave room for regrets.
I have been blessed that somehow the vacuum that was created when my mom died had been filled up with Mama Mary's loving presence. She has always been there, guiding and helping me traverse the lowest points in my life. Even though she is a mother to the whole of mankind, still she finds time to listen to my pleas. I guess I'm kinda spoiled because I am aware that even though what I request for is probably wrong, still she gives it to me just so she could dry away my tears. That maybe too profound for people to understand because that is just between the two of us.
So far I have not heard anyone greet her this Mother's Day. Even at the anticipated mass this evening, the priest paid tribute to all the mothers present but failed to acknowedge Mama Mary. This saddened me. I know she really wouldn't mind because she has such a big and forgiving heart. But I do.
To Mama Mary, I may not be the best daughter in the world, but I know you love me just the same inspite of my faults. And once again on Sunday, you will be receiving the blue rose that I traditionally give you every Mother's Day and on your birthday as well. I know it doesn't cost much compared to all you have done for me, but it is my small way of thanking you for being my inspiration and for showering me with so much love. Thank you for always being there for me, giving me your shoulder to cry on and instilling in me so much compassion for others. Thank you for granting most of my requests and most especially for the unconditional love that you unselfishly give.
I will never ever forget you.
Happy Mother's Day.
I love you so much.
Thursday, May 5, 2011
NOT A REASON TO REJOICE
Just recently the death of Osama Bin Laden shocked the world. Days after it hit the headlines, it continues to be the topic of discussions and endless debates everywhere.
A lot of people took this as a reason to rejoice because they believe the death of the alleged mastermind of all the terrorist attacks worldwide would mark the end of violence and terrorism. However, that belief would be farthest from becoming a reality for surely terrorist groups are prepared for these kind of circumstances. Do you honestly think that Bin Laden himself had not trained his successor? He is way too intelligent not to even think about this. For sure they had long prepared for this eventuality.
On the contrary, it could even trigger off more terrorist attacks for surely his followers would not give up a chance to avenge the death of their leader.
But this is not what bothers me about his demise.
I find it so sad and too distressing for people to rejoice over someone's death, even if, for the sake of argument, they perceive him to be a very bad person. Judgment is not ours and will never be. We know that he allegedly caused the death of so many people, notably the 9/11 tragedy, but still that does not give us the right to be happy over his death.
How do you think his family feels about this? Or if the tables were turned, and you were in this situation, how would you feel? I certainly would feel bad if this happened to me.
I find it very unChristian for people to wish the death of anyone, much more rejoice when this turns into a reality. If we do then we are probably no better than him.
So sad that his family and his supporters are the only ones grieving, for there is no doubt they idolize him. This is not to justify his deeds or his wrongdoings, but I am certain that as far as he was concerned, everything he did was for the best of his people. It's just too bad that their ideology is totally contradictory to ours.
It is my opinion that there is no one created by God who is totally evil. Somehow there must be something positive about him.
However, all these is water under the bridge now.
But I would still want to believe that maybe once, even just once in his lifetime, he must have done something good.
May his soul rest in peace.
A lot of people took this as a reason to rejoice because they believe the death of the alleged mastermind of all the terrorist attacks worldwide would mark the end of violence and terrorism. However, that belief would be farthest from becoming a reality for surely terrorist groups are prepared for these kind of circumstances. Do you honestly think that Bin Laden himself had not trained his successor? He is way too intelligent not to even think about this. For sure they had long prepared for this eventuality.
On the contrary, it could even trigger off more terrorist attacks for surely his followers would not give up a chance to avenge the death of their leader.
But this is not what bothers me about his demise.
I find it so sad and too distressing for people to rejoice over someone's death, even if, for the sake of argument, they perceive him to be a very bad person. Judgment is not ours and will never be. We know that he allegedly caused the death of so many people, notably the 9/11 tragedy, but still that does not give us the right to be happy over his death.
How do you think his family feels about this? Or if the tables were turned, and you were in this situation, how would you feel? I certainly would feel bad if this happened to me.
I find it very unChristian for people to wish the death of anyone, much more rejoice when this turns into a reality. If we do then we are probably no better than him.
So sad that his family and his supporters are the only ones grieving, for there is no doubt they idolize him. This is not to justify his deeds or his wrongdoings, but I am certain that as far as he was concerned, everything he did was for the best of his people. It's just too bad that their ideology is totally contradictory to ours.
It is my opinion that there is no one created by God who is totally evil. Somehow there must be something positive about him.
However, all these is water under the bridge now.
But I would still want to believe that maybe once, even just once in his lifetime, he must have done something good.
May his soul rest in peace.
Thursday, April 21, 2011
IT HAPPENED DURING THE LENTEN SEASON
Last Christmas season I felt sad because unlike what had been customary for me in previous years, I was not able to do my share of making others happy, especially the less fortunate. I had so many things to attend to that it escaped my mind, or I simply didn't have the time to do so.
I felt incomplete because if there is one thing that truly makes me happy it is when I am able to share what little I have with others and know that I made them happy too. It is then that I experience a sense of fulfillment.
I know that Jesus knows exactly what is in my heart that HE gave me another opportunity to make up for what I missed doing last Christmas. And what an appropriate time because it had to happen during the Lenten season which is not only for reflecting on our lives and making sacrifices, but also for sharing.
A few days before Holy Week I received a letter from the Salesian Missions of Don Bosco requesting for financial support for the education of the out of school youth which they had been supporting for the longest time. The Salesian fathers have been good to me all these years. They had been regularly sending me estampitas, rosaries and medals for as long as I can remember. I was so grateful for this chance to help so I went to their office at Don Bosco, Makati last Holy Wednesday to give whatever little amount I could share.
After that I proceeded to the church for my Stations of the Cross. On my way out I saw an old lady selling sampaguita garlands, five strands for P40.00. I got five strands and gave her P200.00 to which she was so grateful. As she tapped my hand to say thank you I managed to smile but had to turn my face away from her quickly so she wouldn't notice the tears.
Also, about two days ago there was a huge fire that gutted about 900 homes in Guadalupe and left 3,000 families homeless. I was thinking of how I could donate used clothing for the victims but I didn't know where I could bring them. I wanted to call the Municipal Office of Makati to ask but since it was Holy Week there was no office. This thought had been bugging me for the past 2 days.
I went back to Don Bosco church this Maundy Thursday for my usual rituals and to my surprise at the entrance of the church there was a big box on which these words were written " Donation for the Guadalupe fire victims ". Now, isn't is amazing? Another Divine Intervention, no doubt.
I will go back tomorrow, Good Friday, to bring my donation for the victims.
Lest I be misunderstood, I am not sharing these stories to make the whole world know what I did. After all I find no reason to brag about these since my contributions only involved an immaterial amount. My sole intent is for people to realize that God paves the way for us to be of help to others, most especially if it is for the poor and the needy whom He loves so much.
Thank you Jesus for granting my wish of making other people happy and most especially for making You and Mama Mary happy as well. Thank you also for using me as an instrument to do good things in your behalf.
I certainly am looking forward to the next opportunity.
I felt incomplete because if there is one thing that truly makes me happy it is when I am able to share what little I have with others and know that I made them happy too. It is then that I experience a sense of fulfillment.
I know that Jesus knows exactly what is in my heart that HE gave me another opportunity to make up for what I missed doing last Christmas. And what an appropriate time because it had to happen during the Lenten season which is not only for reflecting on our lives and making sacrifices, but also for sharing.
A few days before Holy Week I received a letter from the Salesian Missions of Don Bosco requesting for financial support for the education of the out of school youth which they had been supporting for the longest time. The Salesian fathers have been good to me all these years. They had been regularly sending me estampitas, rosaries and medals for as long as I can remember. I was so grateful for this chance to help so I went to their office at Don Bosco, Makati last Holy Wednesday to give whatever little amount I could share.
After that I proceeded to the church for my Stations of the Cross. On my way out I saw an old lady selling sampaguita garlands, five strands for P40.00. I got five strands and gave her P200.00 to which she was so grateful. As she tapped my hand to say thank you I managed to smile but had to turn my face away from her quickly so she wouldn't notice the tears.
Also, about two days ago there was a huge fire that gutted about 900 homes in Guadalupe and left 3,000 families homeless. I was thinking of how I could donate used clothing for the victims but I didn't know where I could bring them. I wanted to call the Municipal Office of Makati to ask but since it was Holy Week there was no office. This thought had been bugging me for the past 2 days.
I went back to Don Bosco church this Maundy Thursday for my usual rituals and to my surprise at the entrance of the church there was a big box on which these words were written " Donation for the Guadalupe fire victims ". Now, isn't is amazing? Another Divine Intervention, no doubt.
I will go back tomorrow, Good Friday, to bring my donation for the victims.
Lest I be misunderstood, I am not sharing these stories to make the whole world know what I did. After all I find no reason to brag about these since my contributions only involved an immaterial amount. My sole intent is for people to realize that God paves the way for us to be of help to others, most especially if it is for the poor and the needy whom He loves so much.
Thank you Jesus for granting my wish of making other people happy and most especially for making You and Mama Mary happy as well. Thank you also for using me as an instrument to do good things in your behalf.
I certainly am looking forward to the next opportunity.
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
A WAKE UP CALL
Today was a sad day for all Filipinos.
It was a day of mourning as three of our countrymen were executed in China. Prayer vigils and masses were held all over the country prior to this day in the hope that the execution will not push through. But alas, our government's plea to the Chinese officials fell on deaf ears. The Chinese government said they had strict rules to follow and we cannot do anything but respect that.
Isn't it ironic that citizens of a country where death penalty is not practiced had to lose their lives in a foreign land that imposes such.
What makes it worse is that due to our economic problems, Filipinos will do everything for their families. Maybe they were really guilty of the crime, but I would like to believe that they did it against their conscience in exchange for the money that they will get in return. What parents will do for their children.
Same as in the case of our OFWs in the Middle East who refuse to come home despite the ongoing war for fear of losing their jobs and means of support for their loved ones back home. This is the sad plight of our countrymen who have to endure being away from their families to earn a decent living.
And what about our poor soldiers who risk their lives in the battlefield whilst having to make do with their very meager salaries while the top officials in the AFP are busy counting their millions, houses here and abroad, luxury cars, travels, etc.
This is a wake up call for the government.
Let us not wait for another unfortunate incident to happen before we act. And act fast we must.
God Bless the Filipinos.
It was a day of mourning as three of our countrymen were executed in China. Prayer vigils and masses were held all over the country prior to this day in the hope that the execution will not push through. But alas, our government's plea to the Chinese officials fell on deaf ears. The Chinese government said they had strict rules to follow and we cannot do anything but respect that.
Isn't it ironic that citizens of a country where death penalty is not practiced had to lose their lives in a foreign land that imposes such.
What makes it worse is that due to our economic problems, Filipinos will do everything for their families. Maybe they were really guilty of the crime, but I would like to believe that they did it against their conscience in exchange for the money that they will get in return. What parents will do for their children.
Same as in the case of our OFWs in the Middle East who refuse to come home despite the ongoing war for fear of losing their jobs and means of support for their loved ones back home. This is the sad plight of our countrymen who have to endure being away from their families to earn a decent living.
And what about our poor soldiers who risk their lives in the battlefield whilst having to make do with their very meager salaries while the top officials in the AFP are busy counting their millions, houses here and abroad, luxury cars, travels, etc.
This is a wake up call for the government.
Let us not wait for another unfortunate incident to happen before we act. And act fast we must.
God Bless the Filipinos.
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