inspiration.
one of them did not hide the fact
that she loved me.
many times when i catch
her eyes,
she is visibly happy
just listening to me.
she would easily warm up
on me when
i take time to talk to her
along the corridor
by the door
at the gym
anywhere
there is never a school occasion
that i don't receive
any greetings from her.
in the end
she topped it all
with these words:
sister, it is because of you
that i have come to love
God more.
I will never forget you,
I love you sisterConnie.
I love you too C.
Friday, February 5, 2010
Two Choices
What would you do?....you make the choice. Don't look for a punch line, there isn't one. Read it anyway. My question is: Would you have made the same choice?
At a fundraising dinner for a school that serves children with learning disabilities, the father of one of the students delivered a speech that would never be forgotten by all who attended. After extolling the school and its
dedicated staff, he offered a question:
'When not interfered with by outside influences, everything nature does, is done with perfection.
Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn things as other children do. He cannot understand things as other children do.
Where is the natural order of things in my son?'
The audience was stilled by the query.
The father continued. 'I believe that when a child like Shay, who was mentally and physically disabled comes into the world, an opportunity to realize true human nature presents itself, and it comes in the way other people treat that child.'
Then he told the following story:
Shay and I had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were playing baseball. Shay asked, 'Do you think they'll let me play?' I knew that most of the boys would not want someone like Shay on their team, but as a father I also understood that if my son were allowed to play, it would give him a much-needed sense of belonging and some confidence to be accepted by others in spite of his handicaps.
I approached one of the boys on the field and asked (not expecting much) if Shay could play. The boy looked around for guidance and said, 'We're losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning. I guess he can be on our team and we'll try to put him in to bat in the ninth inning.'
Shay struggled over to the team's bench and, with a broad smile, put on a team shirt. I watched with a small tear in my eye and warmth in my heart. The boys saw my joy at my son being accepted.
In the bottom of the eighth inning, Shay's team scored a few runs but was still behind by three.
In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and played in the right field. Even though no hits came his way, he was obviously ecstatic just to be in the game and on the field, grinning from ear to ear as I waved to him from the stands.
In the bottom of the ninth inning, Shay's team scored again.
Now, with two outs and the bases loaded, the potential winning run was on base and Shay was scheduled to be next at bat.
At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their chance to win the game?
Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat. Everyone knew that a hit was all but impossible because Shay didn't even know how to hold the bat properly, much less connect with the ball.
However, as Shay stepped up to the
plate, the pitcher, recognizing that the other team was putting winning aside for this moment in Shay's life, moved in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay could at least make contact.
The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and missed.
The pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly towards Shay.
As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ball right back to the pitcher.
The game would now be over.
The pitcher picked up the soft grounder and could have easily thrown the ball to the first baseman.
Shay would have been out and that would have been the end of the game.
Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over the first baseman's head, out of reach of all team mates.
Everyone from the stands and both teams started yelling, 'Shay, run to first!
Run to first!'
Never in his life had Shay ever run that far, but he made it to first base.
He scampered down the baseline, wide-eyed and startled.
Everyone yelled, 'Run to second, run to second!'
Catching his breath, Shay awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and struggling to make it to the base.
B y the time Shay rounded towards second base, the right fielder had the ball . the smallest guy on their team who now had his first chance to be the hero for his team.
He could have thrown the ball to the second-baseman for the tag, but he understood the pitcher's intentions so he, too, intentionally threw the ball high and far over the third-baseman's head.
Shay ran toward third base deliriously as the runners ahead of him circled the bases toward home.
All were screaming, 'Shay, Shay, Shay, all the Way Shay'
Shay reached third base because the opposing shortstop ran to help him by turning him in the direction of third base, and shouted, 'Run to third!
Shay, run to third!'
As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams, and the spectators, were on their feet screaming, 'Shay, run home! Run home!'
Shay ran to home, stepped on the plate, and was cheered as the hero who hit the grand slam and won the game for his team
'That day', said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face, 'the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true love and humanity into this world'.
Shay didn't make it to another summer. He died that winter, having never forgotten being the hero and making me so happy, and coming home and seeing his Mother tearfully embrace her little hero of the day!
AND NOW A LITTLE FOOT NOTE TO THIS STORY:
We all send thousands of jokes through the e-mail without a second thought, but when it comes to sending messages about life choices, people hesitate.
The crude, vulgar, and often obscene pass freely through cyberspace, but public discussion about decency is too often suppressed in our schools and workplaces.
If you're thinking about forwarding this message, chances are that you're probably sorting out the people in your address book who aren't the 'appropriate' ones to receive this type of message Well, the person who sent you this believes that we all can make a difference.
We all have thousands of opportunities every single day to help realize the 'natural order of things.'
So many seemingly trivial interactions between two people present us with a choice:
Do we pass along a little spark of love and humanity or do we pass up those opportunities and leave the world a little bit colder in the process?
A wise man once said every society is judged by how it treats it's least fortunate amongst them.
What would you do?....you make the choice. Don't look for a punch line, there isn't one. Read it anyway. My question is: Would you have made the same choice?
At a fundraising dinner for a school that serves children with learning disabilities, the father of one of the students delivered a speech that would never be forgotten by all who attended. After extolling the school and its
dedicated staff, he offered a question:
'When not interfered with by outside influences, everything nature does, is done with perfection.
Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn things as other children do. He cannot understand things as other children do.
Where is the natural order of things in my son?'
The audience was stilled by the query.
The father continued. 'I believe that when a child like Shay, who was mentally and physically disabled comes into the world, an opportunity to realize true human nature presents itself, and it comes in the way other people treat that child.'
Then he told the following story:
Shay and I had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were playing baseball. Shay asked, 'Do you think they'll let me play?' I knew that most of the boys would not want someone like Shay on their team, but as a father I also understood that if my son were allowed to play, it would give him a much-needed sense of belonging and some confidence to be accepted by others in spite of his handicaps.
I approached one of the boys on the field and asked (not expecting much) if Shay could play. The boy looked around for guidance and said, 'We're losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning. I guess he can be on our team and we'll try to put him in to bat in the ninth inning.'
Shay struggled over to the team's bench and, with a broad smile, put on a team shirt. I watched with a small tear in my eye and warmth in my heart. The boys saw my joy at my son being accepted.
In the bottom of the eighth inning, Shay's team scored a few runs but was still behind by three.
In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and played in the right field. Even though no hits came his way, he was obviously ecstatic just to be in the game and on the field, grinning from ear to ear as I waved to him from the stands.
In the bottom of the ninth inning, Shay's team scored again.
Now, with two outs and the bases loaded, the potential winning run was on base and Shay was scheduled to be next at bat.
At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their chance to win the game?
Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat. Everyone knew that a hit was all but impossible because Shay didn't even know how to hold the bat properly, much less connect with the ball.
However, as Shay stepped up to the
plate, the pitcher, recognizing that the other team was putting winning aside for this moment in Shay's life, moved in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay could at least make contact.
The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and missed.
The pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly towards Shay.
As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ball right back to the pitcher.
The game would now be over.
The pitcher picked up the soft grounder and could have easily thrown the ball to the first baseman.
Shay would have been out and that would have been the end of the game.
Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over the first baseman's head, out of reach of all team mates.
Everyone from the stands and both teams started yelling, 'Shay, run to first!
Run to first!'
Never in his life had Shay ever run that far, but he made it to first base.
He scampered down the baseline, wide-eyed and startled.
Everyone yelled, 'Run to second, run to second!'
Catching his breath, Shay awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and struggling to make it to the base.
B y the time Shay rounded towards second base, the right fielder had the ball . the smallest guy on their team who now had his first chance to be the hero for his team.
He could have thrown the ball to the second-baseman for the tag, but he understood the pitcher's intentions so he, too, intentionally threw the ball high and far over the third-baseman's head.
Shay ran toward third base deliriously as the runners ahead of him circled the bases toward home.
All were screaming, 'Shay, Shay, Shay, all the Way Shay'
Shay reached third base because the opposing shortstop ran to help him by turning him in the direction of third base, and shouted, 'Run to third!
Shay, run to third!'
As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams, and the spectators, were on their feet screaming, 'Shay, run home! Run home!'
Shay ran to home, stepped on the plate, and was cheered as the hero who hit the grand slam and won the game for his team
'That day', said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face, 'the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true love and humanity into this world'.
Shay didn't make it to another summer. He died that winter, having never forgotten being the hero and making me so happy, and coming home and seeing his Mother tearfully embrace her little hero of the day!
AND NOW A LITTLE FOOT NOTE TO THIS STORY:
We all send thousands of jokes through the e-mail without a second thought, but when it comes to sending messages about life choices, people hesitate.
The crude, vulgar, and often obscene pass freely through cyberspace, but public discussion about decency is too often suppressed in our schools and workplaces.
If you're thinking about forwarding this message, chances are that you're probably sorting out the people in your address book who aren't the 'appropriate' ones to receive this type of message Well, the person who sent you this believes that we all can make a difference.
We all have thousands of opportunities every single day to help realize the 'natural order of things.'
So many seemingly trivial interactions between two people present us with a choice:
Do we pass along a little spark of love and humanity or do we pass up those opportunities and leave the world a little bit colder in the process?
A wise man once said every society is judged by how it treats it's least fortunate amongst them.
Saturday, July 11, 2009
it is good to be sick.
it is good to feel the pain for wherever it will take you
it is good to be weak
and see just how difficult it is
to feel alone, forgotten
bereft of comfort and certainty
one feels
the need to look
at the mirror and find
the reason
for all these.
humility, humility
painful humility
you brought me to my
senses
and you opened
to me
the door
to receiving
what i threw
but what i needed
and loved
all along.
it is good to feel the pain for wherever it will take you
it is good to be weak
and see just how difficult it is
to feel alone, forgotten
bereft of comfort and certainty
one feels
the need to look
at the mirror and find
the reason
for all these.
humility, humility
painful humility
you brought me to my
senses
and you opened
to me
the door
to receiving
what i threw
but what i needed
and loved
all along.
Thursday, June 25, 2009
prelature assembly
@ d assembly, we listened to p.bert,sj talk about the ongoing project: konsultmindanaw. it aims to consolidate what natives of mindanaw feel, think and hope about their place. the idea is quite succinct and very common sense: why ask experts 1. who were not even from mindanaw; 2/ talk about social analysis 3. when they haven't really lived with its people?
coming here a year ago opened to me the pain of a 'langyaw'-- a stramger, a learner who keeps on learning from the hard news... thank God, it's just the news.
i am amazed at the sight of empowered laity in our prelature. it is fortifying to witness these ordinary people committing themselves to the church and giving their best to respond to their social obligations without, as they say, counting the cost. suscipe indeed.
let us see what happens in the coming months ahead.
coming here a year ago opened to me the pain of a 'langyaw'-- a stramger, a learner who keeps on learning from the hard news... thank God, it's just the news.
i am amazed at the sight of empowered laity in our prelature. it is fortifying to witness these ordinary people committing themselves to the church and giving their best to respond to their social obligations without, as they say, counting the cost. suscipe indeed.
let us see what happens in the coming months ahead.
Sunday, June 21, 2009
i was playing with our kitten last night. i got a koala tissue holder that i wrapped around the pet until she looks like a clown. how she struggled to fight and get out of her costume until she got tired, kept still, and started her "kitten-meditation" i was observing how she can possibly get off that koala thing. to my surprise she very softly jumped off the table walked slowly -- and off the costume went! i repeated the saga...she fought, and fought real hard, she got tired, she kept still and got lost in her "thoughts" again. she stood up and walked slowly, jumped and off went the costume!
i was thinking, hey, even peace and calmness worked for animals! unwanted struggles just slip by silently eventually, in a quiet heart.
i was thinking, hey, even peace and calmness worked for animals! unwanted struggles just slip by silently eventually, in a quiet heart.
Friday, June 12, 2009
clarity
i keep on waking up just before three in the morning.
and in those instances, always, always, i notice
my heart responding to certain realities in my life
where i am most uncomfortable, or contented.
i have learned to listen to these
not so oblivious murmurs of my heart.
i am not sure if this is true for most of humanity,
but in this waking up, i have found
if i did a stupid mistake, if i have been found wanting
in charity, if a decision i made is ill-thought or ill-advised.
and i begin to see that early morning
the dawn, is where my consciousness is
freed from the garbage
of my mind.
and in those instances, always, always, i notice
my heart responding to certain realities in my life
where i am most uncomfortable, or contented.
i have learned to listen to these
not so oblivious murmurs of my heart.
i am not sure if this is true for most of humanity,
but in this waking up, i have found
if i did a stupid mistake, if i have been found wanting
in charity, if a decision i made is ill-thought or ill-advised.
and i begin to see that early morning
the dawn, is where my consciousness is
freed from the garbage
of my mind.
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Monday, June 8, 2009
today is everyday
just begun with the gutter repair which piqued me---well, several days ago.
hay... i was wondering why i slept like sleeping beauty...waiting for one hundred years of solitude before realizing how stupid it is to trust words spoken by "powers that be."
i'm almost forty and i am just realizing how much i can contribute if i only became more assertive and courageous.
damn if you're good, damn if you're bad.
hay... i was wondering why i slept like sleeping beauty...waiting for one hundred years of solitude before realizing how stupid it is to trust words spoken by "powers that be."
i'm almost forty and i am just realizing how much i can contribute if i only became more assertive and courageous.
damn if you're good, damn if you're bad.
Thursday, May 28, 2009
i am about to finish the book that made me wonder who gabriel garcia marquez is.
i am not sure if i am too easily absorbed and bored at the same time.... but i am glad i finally got down to doing just that: reading garcia's one hundred years of solitude.... such vision!
(but i would like the whole library of tolkien)
i am not sure if i am too easily absorbed and bored at the same time.... but i am glad i finally got down to doing just that: reading garcia's one hundred years of solitude.... such vision!
(but i would like the whole library of tolkien)
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
ay books
the alchemist by paolo coelho
mmmm a cross between "the little Prince" and "the greatest salesman in the world"
a feel-good read. it was an encounter for which i am so grateful. from naia to dipolog airport, down to the roads going south...
mmmm a cross between "the little Prince" and "the greatest salesman in the world"
a feel-good read. it was an encounter for which i am so grateful. from naia to dipolog airport, down to the roads going south...
Saturday, May 16, 2009
meet brandy
i met brandy, tonka and sito yesterday.
brandy is a sealion
tonka a false whaleshark
sito, a dolphin
i wanted to play with the dolphin
actually, ride on one.
i got that wish yesteday!
:) my arms are still niggling...but
hey, how many times do we get
to frolick on open sea with cetaceans?
Saturday, May 9, 2009
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
heart2heart
born one year,
seven months
one week
after
my own
coming.
talking about
common pains
walking that distance
of years
not seeing
yet feeling
..not much has changed...
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
come ignacio
it IS importantto experience
the hopelessness
and utter
nakedness
of the
cross
in order to
understand
how it is
to follow
CHRIST.
My God,
open myself
to Be
YOU.
Amen.
Monday, May 4, 2009
Friday, May 1, 2009
i wish
love is patient
love is kind,
it is not jealous
love is not pompous.
it is not inflated.
it is not RUDE.
it is not QUICK TEMPERED.
it rejoices in the TRUTH.
love is kind,
it is not jealous
love is not pompous.
it is not inflated.
it is not RUDE.
it is not QUICK TEMPERED.
it rejoices in the TRUTH.
dream
Wisdom 15:3
"For to know you well is complete justice,
and to know your might is the root of immortality."
"For to know you well is complete justice,
and to know your might is the root of immortality."
this helps me.
" all the ways of a man may be right in his own eyes,
but it is the Lord who proves hearts." proverbs 21:2
"Many are the plans in a man's heart,
but it the decision of the Lord that endures..." Proverbs 19:21
but it is the Lord who proves hearts." proverbs 21:2
"Many are the plans in a man's heart,
but it the decision of the Lord that endures..." Proverbs 19:21
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