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Huwebes, Marso 28, 2013
Miyerkules, Marso 27, 2013
Biyernes, Marso 1, 2013
PacoteDeBiscoitosj[1]
THINGS YOU DIDN’T DO
Remember the day I borrowed your brand new car
And I dented it. I thought you’d kill me.
But you didn’t.
And the time I drag you to the beach and you’d said,
‘It would rain.’
And it did. I thought you’d say I told you so.
But you didn’t.
And the time I flirted will all the guys to make you
jealous.
And you were. I thought you’d leave me.
But you didn’t.
And remember the time I spilled blueberry pie all over
your
brand new car rug.
I thought you’d smacked me.
But you didn’t.
And the time I forgot to tell you that the dance was
formal
and you showed up in jeans. I thought you’d leave me
forever.
But you didn’t.
Yes there were lots of things you didn’t do. But you
put up with me.
And you love me and protected me. And there were so many things that I
I have to put up with you when you come back from VIETNAM.
BUT YOU DIDN’T!
I WISH YOU ENOUGH
At an airport I overheard a father and daughter in their last moments
together. The daughter's plane's departure had been announced and they were standing near the door when
the father said to his daughter, "I love you. I wish you enough."
She said, "Daddy, our life
together has been more than enough. Your
love is all I ever needed. I wish you enough, too, Daddy."
They kissed good-bye and she left. He
walked over toward the window where I
was seated. Standing there I could see he wanted and needed to cry. I tried not
to intrude on his privacy, but he welcomed
me in by asking, "Did you ever say good-bye to someone knowing it
would be forever?"
"Yes, I have," I replied.
Saying that brought back memories I had
of expressing my love and appreciation for all my dad had done for me.
Recognizing that his days were limited, I took the time to tell him
face-to-face how much he meant to me. So I knew what this man was experiencing.
"Forgive me for asking, but why is this a
forever good-bye?" I asked.
"I am old and she lives much
too far away. I have challenges ahead
and the reality is, her next trip back will be for my funeral," he said.
When you were saying good-bye I heard you
say, 'I wish you enough.' May I ask what
that means?"
He began to say "That's a wish that
has been handed down from other generations. My parents used to say it to
everyone." He paused for a moment,
looking up, as if trying to remember it in detail and then he smiled even more.
"When we said 'I wish you enough,'
we were wanting the other person to have a life filled with enough good things
to sustain them," he continued, and then turning toward me, he shared the
following as if he were reciting it from memory.
"I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude
bright."
"I wish you enough rain to appreciate the
sun more."
"I wish you enough happiness to keep your
spirit alive."
"I wish you enough pain so that the
smallest joys in life appear much bigger."
"I wish you enough gain to satisfy your
wanting."
"I wish you enough loss to appreciate all
that you possess."
"I wish you enough 'Hellos' to get you
through the final Good-bye.'
He then began to sob and walked away.
It is said "It takes a minute to
find a special person, an hour to appreciate them, a day to love them, but then
an entire life to forget them.
" Send this phrase to the people
you'll never forget and also remember To send it to the person who sent it to
you. It's a short message to let them know that you'll never forget them. If you
don't send it to anyone, it means you're in a hurry and that you've forgotten
your friends. Take the time to live!
My friends and loved ones, I wish you ENOUGH!
BASUREROS
we all need hope... may this story strengthen our faith and that we realize that we are still blessed... A very touching story I would like to share with all of you:
This is a reproduction of Joey Velasco's version of the Last Supper titled Hapag ng Pag-asa (Table of Hope) where the 12 Apostles are represented by squatter kids roaming the streets.
Ever since it was diagnosed that I am having a possible heart enlargement in the last APE, I have exerted more effort to do physical exercises. I do jogging during week days and do long- ride mountain biking every Sunday.
But this Sunday is a special Sunday to me. While I was on my way to the mountains of Busay (Cebu ) hoping to strengthen my heart by this exercise, instead, I personally encountered a heart-breaking scene that changed me.
I already passed the MarcoPolo Plaza (formerly Cebu Plaza Hotel) when I decided to stop to buy bananas at a small carenderia located along the road. I haven't taken any solid food that morning so I need fruits to have the needed energy to get to my destination - the mountain top.
I am almost done eating with the second banana when I noticed two children across the street busily searching the garbage area. "Basureros" I said to myself and quickly turn my attention away from them to sip a small amount of water. I cared less for these kinds of children actually; to make it straight, I do not like them, and I do not trust them even more.
You see, several times I have been a victim to these kind of children who are pretending to be basureros looking for empty bottles and cans when in fact the 'plangganas' , 'kalderos', and 'hinayhays' are their favorites.
I remember one afternoon while I was watching a Mike Tyson fight when I noticed that the TV screen suddenly became blurred. I checked outside and saw two young basureros running away with my newly installed antenna.
Hatred may be a little bit stronger word to describe my feeling towards these basureros, but I do not like them honestly not till I met these three children.
I was about to embark on my bike again when I heard one of the two children, a girl of about 7 or 8 of age saying aloud to the other, a 12-yr old boy,
" kuya si dodong kuha-a kay
nag-sige'g tan-aw sa mga nagkaon, mauwaw ta" (kuya si dodong
kunin mo kasi tumitingin sa mga kumain, nakakahiya),
Only then that I noticed a small boy standing near to me biting slightly
his finger. He's a few inches shorter if compared to my 5 years old son (but I knew later that he's
also 5 yrs. Old). Though he did not asked for food to anyone in the carenderia,
the way he looked at the customers who were eating, enough to convinced me that
he intensely craving for it. The older boy then quickly crossed the street and gently pulled out the little one who politely obeyed. As I watched the two crossing back the street to the garbage area, I heard the tindera saying "Lo-oy kaayo nang mga bataa uy, mga buotan ra ba na" (kawawa naman yung mga batang yun
mababait pa naman).
I learned further from the carenderia owner that the children are from a good family, both parents were working before, and that their father got a stroke 3 years ago and became partially paralyzed and their mother died of heart attack while their father was still confined at the hospital.
The parents were still in their early forties when the catastrophe happened, and the children became basureros since then to meet their daily needs and for their father's medication. Deeply moved by what I heard, I went to a nearby bakery and bought 20 pesos worth of bread and gave it to the children who initially refused including the little boy.
"Sige lang noy, salamat na lang, magpalit lang nya mi kung mahalinan na mi" (sige lang po, salamat na lang, bibili na lang po kami mamaya kung makabenta na kami) the young girl said to me. I explained that they need to go home because it started to rain. "Naanad na man mi ani" (nasanay na po kami) the girl answered again.
Again, I explained that the rain can make them sick and if they'll become sick there's no one to take care of their father. Upon mentioning their father, they nodded and accept the bread but I noticed that the older boy did not eat.
When I asked him if he does not like the kind of bread I bought for them he smiled but as he's about to explain, the little girl, who is the more talker of them interrupted, "Domingo man gud ron ,noy, basta Sabado ug Domingo hapon ra siya mokaon kami ra ang mokaon ug pamahaw pero dili na pod mi mokaon inig hapon, si kuya ra. Pero basta Lunes ngadto sa Biyernes, kay klase man, si kuya ra sad ang seguro-on ug papamahaw, kami hapon na sad mi moka-on pero kung daghan mi ug halin mokaon mi tanan." (Linggo po kasi ngayon, pag Sabado at Linggo hapon lang po sya kumakain, kami lang po ang kumakain ng agahan pero di na po kami kakain pagdating ng hapon si kuya lang po. Pero pag Lunes hanggang Biyernes, kasi may pasok, si kuya lang po nag-aagahan, kami hapunan lang pero kung marami kaming benta kami pong lahat kumakain) she continued.
"Ngano man diay ug mokaon mong tanan, bahinon ninyo bisan ug unsa ka gamay?" bakit kung kumain kayong lahat, hati-hatiin nyo na lang kahit kunti lang ang pagkain?) I countered.
The young girl reasoned out that their father wanted that her older brother to come to school with full stomachs so he can easily catch up the teacher's lessons. "Inig ka trabaho ni kuya mo undang na man mi ug pamasura, first honor baya na siya" (pag nagka-trabaho si kuya, hihinto kami sa pamamasura, first honor kasi sya) the little boy added proudly.
Maybe I was caught by surprise or I am just overly emotional that my tears started to fall. I then quickly turned my back from them to hide my tears and pretended to pick up my bike from the carenderia where I left it.
I don't know how many seconds or minutes I spent just to compose myself; pretending again this time that I was mending by bike. Finally I got on to my bike and approached the three children to bid goodbye to them who in turn cast their grateful smiles at me.
I then took a good look at all of them especially to the small boy and pat his head with a pinch in my heart. Though I believe that their positive look at life can easily change their present situation, there is one thing that they can never change; that is , their being motherless.
That little boy can no longer taste the sweet embrace, care, and most of all , the love of his mother forever. Nobody can refill the empty gap created by that sudden and untimely death of their mother. Every big event that will happen to their lives will only remind them and make them wish of their mother's presence.
I reached to my pocket and handed to them my last 100 peso bill which I reserved for our department's bowling tournament. This time they refused strongly but I jokingly said to the girl "sumbagon teka ron kung di nimo dawaton" (suntukin kita dyan pag hindi mo tinanggap yan). She smiled as she extended her hand to take the money. " Salamat noy makapalit gyud me ron ug tambal ni papa " (salamat po, makakabili kami nito ng gamot ni papa) she uttered.
I then turned to the small boy and though he's a few feet away from me, I still noticed that while his right hand was holding the half - filled sack, his left hand was holding a toy? a worn out toy car. I waved my hands and said bye bye to him as I drove towards the mountains again.
Did he just found the toy in the garbage area or the toy was originally his - when the misfortune did not take place yet? - I did not bother to ask. But one thing is crystal clear to me, that in spite of the boy's abnormal life, he did not give up his childhood completely. I can sense it that way he hold and stare at his toy.
My meeting with that young basureros made me poorer by 100 pesos. But they changed me and made me richer as to lessons of life are concerned.
In them, I learned that life can change suddenly and may catch me flat footed.
In them, I've learned that even the darkest side of life, cannot change the beauty of one's heart. Those three children, who sometimes cannot eat three times a day, still able to hold on to what they believe were right. And what a contrast to most of us who are quick to point out to our misfortunes when caught with our mistakes.
In them, I've learned to hope for things when things seem to go the other way.
Lastly, I know that God cares for them far more than I do. That though He allowed them to experience such a terrible life which our finite minds cannot comprehend, His unquestionable love will surely follow them through.
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