It
was a beautiful Sunday morning, the sun shines from the horizon and most of us
in the neighborhood are busy preparing for our appointment because most of us
are in Sunday day off except to those who work in the peace and order and in
the medical profession. I saw people in the street walking to every direction,
some are in uniform, some in worship outfit others are in tuxedo and casual
attire and some are still in sleeping pajamas. I heard some talking, shouting, laughing
and some music. I saw cars in different size, models and colors passing by the
street to and from our community. To me this days is perfect no violence, no
commotion and no celebrations happening inside the community. As we prepare
ourselves to church for the mass. But in my way, I could feel the pressure of
being discriminated by the public for being a person with deficiency in
eyesight being ridiculed and at the same time abused. Sometimes I tried to
ignore it by thinking that it’s not me whom they are talking to or talking
about, but there are times that I really can't tolerate the pain that hurt my
heart most especially when they are making fun of it for entertainment. I don't
deserve this I cried with my heart blaming my existence. Living with
inferiority complex is living a life full of fantasy, to fantasize a life so
normal that no humility in life to encounter every hour from waking in the
morning until the night when asleep, even in dreams, still this fantasy occur;
how does it feel to become normal or how will I look like until, I realized
that it was just a dream that never to become true in my whole life. But I
shouldn't be affected heavily by this, I should strive harder to accommodate
all this humility with no effect to my life to think like a normal one think
and do what a normal one can do and enjoy what a normal one enjoy thank you for
reading God Bless Us All.
eat to invest for your health
Wednesday, July 30, 2014
Monday, July 28, 2014
CONTRASTING VIEWS
Two friends a Chinese in the name of Mr. Chan and his Filipino
friend Mr. Juan met to a waiting area of the school they sent their sons. As
usual they greeted each other and engage in a conversation of a long time no
see friends covering the topics about their family’s friend’s favorites and
situations in life. Normally Mr. Chan is a well known business man being a
Chinese while Mr. Juan being a Filipino was popular from being self reliance.
Then comes the time when the class is finished from that day that their sons
are approaching and as their sons arrived at the place where they are waiting,
Mr. Juan immediately reach for the bag of his son, the same with Mr. Chan to
his son. But as they part their ways Mr. Juan introduced his son to Mr. Chan
bragging for his son's high score and grades to his class and also did by Mr.
Chan introducing his son to Mr. Juan admitting that his son has low grades in
his classes but at least he passed his grades. Now, because of his sons
brilliance in his classes Mr. Juan proudly advised his son in a little bit loud
voice to be heard by Mr. Chan saying "son study hard so that when you
graduate from college with honors you will be hired by a top well known big
company ",surely Mr. Chan heard what Mr. Juan said to his son so he also
said to his son “son learn hard in school so that when you graduate from
college you will know how to establish that top well known big company" and
so there it goes the truth that followed. Now the lesson learned in this story
was to be very careful to what kind of advise we are going to share to our
children because it would become a print out for them to follow in the future,
as we see in this story the implication of two different mindset. One advised
his son to study hard just to work while the other advised his son to learn
hard to make a work that definitely doesn’t need his presence. In this case it
seems its better to learn from Mr. Chan and his fellow Chinese businessmen, to
copy their way of thinking and of doing. So that in the future to come our
children won’t rely on chasing a work one after the other but to learn how to
make money not from their sweet and blood but to make money from their money
that works. This is all that I can share thank you for reading, God Bless us
all.
Saturday, July 26, 2014
LOVE in a DISTANCE
One
morning in a bright sunny day, in my way to the grocery store I passed by
number of people waiting for their ride going up and others are going down the city.
I saw kindergarten children, grade school pupils, high school and college
student of different schools from their uniforms among them. Also waiting are
adults going for work or elsewhere. Upon entering the store I noticed a young
girl approaching down the road carrying a sack but I did not mind it as I went
on to buy my needs. Then in my way back I reached her on her way as she walks
slowly looking for recyclable waste left along the road. She is pretty with
dark complexion and a bit malnourished by her size and age. In my mind she is
supposed to be in school not at this situation so I feel a little hate to her parents.
Slowly I walk alongside the road with her asking information about her that she
readily gave. She was the third in the family of six, her older brother and
sister are not studying, and her younger brother and sister are in grades one
and two. Her youngest brother who was
still two years old was carried by her mother in sorting out garbage at the
shop she works. Her father left them a year ago and he did not come back so she
was forced to help her mother in finding ways to provide for their needs. With
petty I felt for her I offered my store to buy her collection since I am in a
business of that kind at that time nearby with a special price for her because
the two kilometer upward road to where she sells her collection is a torment I can
not imagine for her age of ten. And she accepted it promising me next time but
maybe out of her young mind or other unknown reason she never came until I
closed my shop venturing for another business. Then one afternoon after some
years that passed, on board a passenger jeep going up to town, the weather is
bad raining lightly, we meet a young lady hurriedly walking down the highway
carrying a sack full of recyclable materials. Wet and seemingly singing on her
way down by the movement of her mouth that I could see as we crossed our way
and I recognized her to be the young girl I meet before! Suddenly upon
recollecting her story feeling a mist that formed into my eyes, I shouted with
my heart in my mind, my god how I can help her!!Then a thought came to me to
alight from the jeep I rode to help her, but it sounds a crazy Idea because
after all I am still a stranger to her. I have nothing to help her in my
situation at that time, and the only thing that I could do for her was to pray
for her, asking god to protect her, guide her and bless her so that in the
years to come she will live fully contented and her dreams fulfilled and I will
also be very happy with her from a distance. Thank you for reading and God
Bless Us All!!
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