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THIS ONE MADE ME LAUGH SO   HARD!

I was on my way to work, the same people greeted me with a smile, the street are always busy and the merchants are full of energy selling their goods as usual.  I really don't mind these things at all, they're always the same. So I just walked fast, catching my breath in order not to be late for work. But wait a minute.....

         I suddenly burst out laughing in the middle of the street.
         It was not there before and what a funny way to catch
         someone's attention. I just hope that no Kindergarten will
         spell it this way in his test papers.

 I neither have a laugh nor a smile this morning yet, for I was so busy attending to my kids getting ready for school, to all the house hold chores and everything and me getting ready for work. Wheeew! Though my stomach is full, I happened to buy "ONE BURJER W/ EGGEN CHZ"

Always An Unsung Hero

When I was a kid, Superman is always my hero, and heroes for me are simply creatures that only exists in movies and in our imagination, but that was then.

This story is about a real hero that exists, that inspired me with what is more important, though have his own failures, never seems to give up.

In a place far away from the roaring sounds of the city, where most of the people earned their living from the bounties of the sea and fruitfulness of their land, was a boy at the age of 10. He often peep in a classroom door where a teacher discusses her lessons. The teacher who ignored him most of the time did not succeed, finally approach him.

"If you want to be a part of this class, why don't you enroll and then come in proper uniform with your things of course." that's all she said, with no emotions at all.
"Ma'am I neither have a uniform nor things for school" the boy replied in a voice so pitiful.
"Then ask your parents to buy you some, and come back here before its too late."

And that was it, they boy was so hesitant to follow the teacher's advice for he knows that he'll fail anyway if he'll try to do it,  went on begging his father to let him go to school. The reply was a strong NO, he should rather go to the sea and help the family earn a living, all his older brothers were given a chance to education and all of them wasted it so why once again waste money to that damn schooling where in the end he'll do no good at all. The boy's determination didn't weather, instead he fetch water for the neighbors so he can buy his things, work day and night to earn money and at last with all his determination to learn, he enrolled alone.

That's was the start of his stepping stone to a simple dream that he always longed to happen. Learn how to read, write and count. He started his first grade at the age of ten, bearing in mind that education chooses no age. With an intelligent plus hard work which is already inborn in his system, he learns fast. He'll prove to his father that he can do it alone, he'll prove to the world that destitute is not a reason for having an access to education. For him not loose this precious chance, he do his classmates assignments, school works, anything so they'll him lend their books. Finally he graduated in the primary school at the top of the class. Secondary was no longer a problem for him, as long as he stay focus in his dream, he knows that he can do it. He did the same thing. Run errands, work harder, fetch water, everything under the sun, he'll do it just to fulfill his dream, step by step. The result? He graduated in the secondary level, once again being the top of the class.

College? He ask himself if he can still do it. It's a different world out there, it will simply means that the classrooms will no longer be situated in a unprivileged town, that the sea and so with the land will no longer be there to help him. New people, new faces. With everything being new, how could he pursue? But then, if there's a will, there's always a way. And so the man, no longer a boy, went through his unknown ordeal. He enrolled with a small amount of money in his pocket and applied for a scholarship. With all his luck and prayers, he passed, not only this, he study as a working scholar. Arranging and cleaning cadavers for medicine students, sweeping the corridors of the university. Being a janitor and a student at the same time. He manage to earn his degree. A Bachelor of Science in Business Education. It doesn't end there. He went to a bigger city to push his luck more. He work as an accounting clerk and at the same time, went to a graduate school to earn his Masteral Degree. He graduated and became a General Manager of a big trucking company.

And now he's a retired Grand Father of nine grand children. Serving as a real inspiration that scarcity is not a hindrance to success. that being empty-handed is not a reason for being denied of real education, that destitute will not make you a lesser man, it should serve as your armor to gain more, to pursue more, it should not let you stay to that same ground where poverty didn't make you move, that emptiness make you stuck to that barren life where you live, where your father and ancestors live.

He's my hero, he's my father.

How Do You Count Your Blessings?

How do you count your blessings? In the numbers of accounts you have in bank? The numerous propertied that you have? The career that you work so hard wherein you earn big bucks?
I have none of these. No bank accounts, no properties, only a simple career that teach kids how to write, count and read. How to behave well, how to face this world full of uncertainties, temptation and miseries, and most of all...how to count true blessings.
Everyday I count my blessings, I thank God that everyday when I wake up every morning there is always something amazing that awaits me. I don't have any precious material possessions but I have my children which makes me proud all the time. I thank God that even though I am living in scarcity and can't nearly afford the necessities of life, I still survive. Living is surviving and looking at the brighter side of life. People often complain, I do too. When I forgot that I'm strong, when I forgot that there are people who suffer most than me, when I forgot that God is still there, giving me all these pains in order to become more vigorous, when I forgot that there are still three little ones that need my strength and affection. I hate complaining though I can't help it. But life must goes on.....
Redundancy is so annoying but it makes a big difference when you keep on repeating how proud are you of your kids who are working so hard to make you proud, who exert all their effort in order to become a good and productive citizens. Who never complain why they only have these, why they are only eating these, wearing these and never been gone to a place like these.
I often told them not to compare because comparing is considered one of the most irresolvable things in the world, count their blessings instead and soon when they are already used to it, and make it as their habit, they will find out how bountiful life is, how good God is and how lucky are they despite of inadequacy.
Every little things count, your lucky when your stapler have staple wires in it, your lucky this day that you were stuck in a traffic jam, because you'll soon found out that something bad happened in your workplace and your one of the victim if ever you arrived earlier that time.
Just count your blessings, never complain, and soon you'll find out that life is not that stressful and its not hard living after all.

I'm A Mother?!

What it is like being a mother? At the age of 19, am I ready to become a mother? It may be that in the most shadowy portion of my mind I was drawing a comparison between my present situation with my youth then. I know that a big responsibility awaits me ahead. At a very young age, I am not sure if I can make it. This burden is like darkness creeping in my mind and soul, making me weak and helpless. And if there is misery, there is always doubt and this uncertainty is knocking me down. But later on, I've realized that a burden is carried more easily if I take pride in doing so. It is true that motherhood is the hardest job, yet I'm happy to become one and I should value this blessing though it takes just much courage to live for this good cause. It is my destiny, and having a child is the most enchanted feeling a woman could ever have.
Bearing a child is not an easy task. There's a life within you waiting to be nourished, to be love and cared. Pregnancy was the hardest experience I ever had. There are lot of emotions and encumbrances to bare. Hardship such as morning sickness, headache, muscle pain and not to mention all the mice emotions in which I never had a chance to understand. It get mad most of the time. I even cried for no reason at all. I wanted to eat something that I don't know but on the contrary I always feel enlightened whenever I touched my tummy and said "Baby, you'll going to be a healthy and smart little child." If being pregnant is not easy much worst is giving birth, it's like placing half of your life in the grave. When it is about time for my baby to face its new world, I have no other choice but to experience the most excruciating pain in the world, but that pain has all vanished that moment I heard my new born cried, it is the most delightful melody I have ever heard. I've already seen the fruit of all my hardship and sacrifices. My baby that have changed my entire life. My baby was my treasure, my purpose of living.
And now that I am a mother, what's next? I was so worried then, fearing that I may not be able to fulfill all the responsibilities of being a good parent, by my mother said that worrying is unchristian. I must be strong, have faith in God and believe in my self. She also reminds me that the greatest translation of the Bible was that of a mother's version of true hardship, compassion, understanding and unconditional love to her child. And so be it. How stupid am I not to count my commonest blessings which is my mother and now that I am one, I fell so grateful of her presence together with my baby, my life is so complete, I am not living in the bed of roses but my life is complete.
Though it is hard to leave my youth behind and toss the coin to its other side, its all worth it. The true essence of womanhood is being a mother. I have to cope up with this very different sittuation but all the things that I have experienced made mo more matured. I must be strong because I will not only decide for my self from now on but also for this little one that is now under my strength. I must be wise not for my own good cause. I must be everything positive that I can, leave all my worries and fears behind because a mature person have faith in herself which is fortified by faith in God. With all these moral boosters, is there any reason for me not to become a good mother?