Valentine’s Day and Engelbert Humperdinck

February 10th, 2012

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Next week, on February 14, will be Valentine’s Day. Across the U.S. and other Christian countries candies, flowers and gifts are exchanged between loved ones. Millions of wallets across the world will be a little lighter on that day.

Approximately 150 million Valentine’s Day cards will be exchanged, making it the second most popular card-sending holiday after Christmas.

But who is St. Valentine and how did he become the patron saint of love and lovers?

I tried to find good answers to these questions but his origins and how he rose to significance are a little bit murky and spending time on these will just, I am afraid,   dampen the spirit of the occasion.

As luck would have it, as it normally does, I came across an interview on Engelbert Humperdinck concerning his views on Valentine’s Day in particular and love in general.

Rather than dwell on the origins of Valentine’s Day, I thought it best to share it with you. I find his answers so peculiar, yet endearing.

Here are the excerpts to that interview:

Is Valentine’s Day overrated or does it deserve its special observance?

I know that there are those who say that every day should be Valentine’s Day, but the reality is that it is only that way for a very few. Life and all its hurrying get in the way, and sometimes the heart is left unattended…… We supercharge our hearts and souls when we set aside a special day to celebrate the love we have for one another.

I have decades worth of cards tucked away for a rainy or lonely day….. The bottom line is that if there is honesty behind the words, “I love you,” “Goodnight,” and “Good morning, my love,” everyday, then I will have to concur…. that “Each day is Valentine’s Day.”

How do you keep your love life interesting and exciting?

The main ingredient to my love life is music. Shakespeare wrote, “If music be the food of love, play on.” I believe music has fed my life and my love…..

Bu the fact that I am gone from home a great deal is a big factor in keeping things fresh and exciting. We make a big deal out of farewells, and homecomings. I guess, in that way, we don’t take each other for granted, because the road is always calling and we make the most of the time we share together.

What’s your unique and most unforgettable romantic relationship?

I’ve had two – one with my wife, Patricia, and the other with my mistress, “music.” Both are the keepers of my heart.

What’s the worst thing you did after a breakup?

I can’t discuss the worst thing I ever did….only the hardest thing.

Since I am still obviously married, the worst heartache of my life was over the woman who loved me first and probably love me the most – my mother.

When I lost her, I followed her wishes and carried on with my shows. It was the hardest thing I ever did. Under the spotlight, there is no hiding from raw emotions.

Not all of us can sing as well and Engelbert Humperdinck and, definitely, most of us will never be as famous as he is. But we can love the way he loves, we can bleed the way he bled, we can cherish each moment we have with our loved ones. We can share a part of ourselves with those we love.

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Infidelity and the Sexes

November 20th, 2011

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“Demi Moor Divorces Ashton Kutcher,” is a news headline difficult to miss these days.”

Not that it is earth-shattering. Millions of divorces are occurring everyday. Neither is the reason for their split. Mr Kutcher’s alleged infidelity is not totally incredulous. What is incredulous is his being caught, not once, but twice

Of course, had they not been celebrities, their divorce would not have caused a ripple. Ordinary mortals like us face it in the eye everyday that it would just have been a gossip, not a news item, had it concerned any of us.

But why do we cheat?

Infidelity is an age-old reality. Throughout our existence, we have always been living under its ghastly shadow. And it will not go away as long as we live.

So it is interesting to know why we do what we do. These are based on my life’s experience. Be a good sport and check out what makes sense to you:

Men:

I was far from a being saintly my entire married life. In fact, I was inclined to write a book of excuses. And two of my current coffee buddies maintain two households

From them and many others, I got these reasons why men cheat:

-    To get away from domestic problems:

These can be several. A nagging wife is one and financial problems, another. Whatever it is, it boils down to incompatibility.

-    Sexual promiscuity:

Men, by nature, are sex-driven. And he is disposed to have a swing with another woman if the opportunity presents itself. In fact, more often than not, he looks for that opportunity.

-    Ego:

This is a great driving force among men. All his accomplishments are driven by ego disguised as needs. His ego drives him to conquer, to collect, to play around, to satisfy no one but himself.

Women:

One of my social networking sites is full of women who are either single moms, widowed, divorced or just plain called it quits with their partners.

Characteristically they still hope to find their soul mates or men who will take them as they are and live with happily ever after.

Call it naiveté. I call it a knee-jerk response to hubbies who were:

-    Abusive:

This can either be physical or psychological. Either way, it cuts into the very core of a woman to be treated shabbily by her husband. It makes her to get even.

-    Workaholics:

A guy I used to work with practically spent his waking hours in the office. Seeing his marriage at the brink of collapse, he called it quits.

To make amends, he became a church lay minister. Good for God, better for his family.

-    Philanderers:

Of the women I met in my social site, this is the primary reason that drives women to dance the tango as well.

-    Just plain bores:

Other than the paycheck, wives have other needs, as well. And this is the kind of need a wife is least likely to share or admit. Any man who can pry this need from her will soon have her in bed.

Lovers make better lovers because they explore, they experiment, give something new and exciting. Above all, they spice it up by doing these things in secret. We all love secrets.

The best time of my sexual life was with my 17-year relationship with a married woman. Both of us fell into any one of the reasons above.

It was also my worse – when my wife found it out. It almost broke my marriage, drove my two children away and tormented me like a thousand demons on my back.  My sadness over my wife’s death more than four years ago shall remain a burden because of having loved her less when she was alive.

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Home Care or Nursing Home?

July 13th, 2010

“What to do with the elderly

A friend commented on my FB wall concerning my post regarding the right place for taking care of the elderly. He wrote that in the U.S. and Western countries, the aged are sent to nursing homes while in third world countries like the Philippines, they are cared for at home. My curiosity piqued, I referred it to Google and to my surprise, “home care” is searched more (197 million times) than “nursing home” (11.8 million). Considering computer demographics and the need, it is safe to say that majority of those searching for “home care” was from the U.S. and other Western countries.

For skeptics, visit http://www.google.com/webhp?hl=en&complete=1 and do your own search. Figures will vary by the second but I bet my last centavo that the disparity between them will remain about the same.

What are they?

Home care (commonly called “domiciliary care”) is supportive care provided in the patient’s home. It becomes “home health care” if done by licensed healthcare professionals (called “skilled care” in the U.S.) or plainly “home care” if done by non-medical people, i.e., family, friends, voluntary caregivers, etc.

To be on the safe side in considering “home care,” it is good idea to refer to the National Association for Home Care & Hospice (NAHC), the largest trade association in the U.S. representing the interests and concerns of home care agencies, hospices and home care professional organizations. The NAHC maintains a database of more than 20,000 home care and hospice agencies to choose from.

Home care - where love is.

Home care - where love is.

Nursing home, a more familiar term in the U.S. and other Western countries, is a place of residence for people with significant deficiencies with activities of daily living, thus requiring constant nursing care. Inhabited mostly by the elderly, nursing homes may also accommodate younger adults with physical or mental disabilities. Residents in a skilled nursing home facility may also receive physical, occupational and other rehabilitative therapies following an accident or illness.

Choosing the right facility can be very difficult. Consult the Web to be on the safe side. A group, Nursing Home INFO can provide invaluable assistance with their 10-point tips in selecting one.

Who is Melanie Ambrose?

Melanie Ambrose took care of her parents for more than 20 years. Out of that experience, she wrote a book, “Adopting Your Parents,” (http://978e64rby9wh4mxikgz4t5ensh.hop.clickbank.net/).

Not everyone has the desire or financial resources to send their parents to nursing homes. This heartfelt and emphatic book will be of great help to those in that category.

For me?

I live in a third world country, hence I will be staying home in my doddering years. But I pray to God that I will not be in the same situation as my uncle was in his last days. What I saw when I visited him in his home was pitiable. After all those years of high living and heaping abuse upon himself through wine, women, song and all the things in between, what I saw was a semi-lurid old man in pampers.

What It Was – What It Is – Personal Reflection

September 9th, 2009

“Father and daughter”

He was probably in his mid or late 20s, in white t-shirt, brown short pants and a matching signature brown cap. He was removing a plastic straw from its wrapper while his daughter, in her early elementary grades, was holding a Magnolia chocolate drink in tetra pack. Then he gave the straw to the young girl who inserted it into the pack, and started sipping.

As they walked away, the little girl enjoying her drink with satisfaction, while the guy, with love etched all over his face as he pulled along a collapsible trolley laden with a huge school bag, I smiled to myself, deep in reflection of what it was when my daughter was of the little girl’s age and I, that of her father’s.

Similarities, different generations:

Many years ago, I saw myself in that father. Not exactly the same circumstances but close enough. My late wife did all the physical things while I stayed in the sidelines in more specific terms like paying for the bills. Even the expression of affectionate, loving care probably differs between mine and his. But curiosity spared me not, making me ponder these questions:

o   Did this young girl also cried for her Mom in her first days of school?

o   When she would be comfortable with her friends and classmates, will she also cry with embarrassment when her Dad or Mom fetch her from school?

o   When she will be half-way in her elementary years will she also contemplate of committing for fear of failing the college entrance exams still so many years into the future?

o   Will her father also be indifferent to her physical well-being, as I was when I thought my daughter was just acting up when, in fact, she was suffering from advanced stage of Hepatitis A?

o   Will her father be doing what I am doing until now?

What it was and is now:

Since day one of school, I drove my children, a boy and a girl, from and back to our house each day except holidays. When their studies forced them to take separate ways, I tended to the girl. The medical school she went to was farther, stretching my route as well. Thus it was from pre-med, to medical school, internship up until she finished her residency two months ago. She now is a practicing doctor while I am practicing a different role as well. Now I have to drive her from home to her clinic, to companies she has retainer agreements with, to hospitals she is a junior consultant in.

Twenty or so years is a long time. Lots of memories, good and bad, some are forgotten while others will remain forever fresh, are scattered haphazardly along the way. Her Mom died almost two years ago, providing a good consoling thought when I am on the verge of losing my wits, when bad times come a-visiting, depression making its presence felt. When I feel so alone, stressed out and despondent for having no one to share my thoughts and feelings with, I tell myself, “she must be very happy to see her daughter achieving her dreams.”

What will it be like?

It is common for new doctors to struggle to the point of despair in the first 6 months of practice. God must have smiled on my daughter. She has none of that. In fact she’s up to her neck in professional activity that I have to caution her to slow down sometimes. She is bent on buying a car next year. But not before we have to have the garage expanded and for her to learn to drive automatic transmission cars.

Whiff from the past:

The father/daughter drama I saw last week was as refreshing as walking the memory lane or reading a book on past significant events. And as much as I would like to influence the future by tweaking the past, I cannot. That father will have to learn his lessons the same way I did. I just hope that that face of love etched on his face shall remain through the years, unchanging, despite changing circumstances, attitudes, values and influences like, it has with mine.

For isn’t that what LOVE is all about?



How Do You Burn Your Calories? – Personal Discovery

July 23rd, 2009

“Setting the example”

Probably because I am not a fat slob, my children are also encouraged to have their regular workouts. They go to their respective gyms, while I do it free in the company gym. My tennis monthly dues are a pittance and my scuba diving lessons are also rock bottom. The point is that one can go expensive or cheap. But do it, people must, even just to show a little love and concern for their bodies – the only one we all got.

Different strokes for different folks:

We all have our reasons for keeping fit, or not to making us follow different paths of wellness or un-wellness. My children have coaches, I don’t. They have their reasons, mine is simply a better physical condition at 61. I find no reason to have a coach as I do whatever suits me. At the end of the day, I think we have just about the same level of wellness.

A workout can be simple, like mine, or outrageous, as a lot do. The following are things I got from the Internet. Some people will definitely find these useful. I find them a good fodder for my writing juice.

1.       Quench with cool water:

A British study supposedly found out that water taken off directly from the fridge is good for hot-weather exercise and those who drink water at 390F (40C) work out 25% longer than those who drink warm water.

A hard-sell for the Chinese who are always an arm’s length away from hot tea. My former boss took warm water even after a vigorous tennis. Until the researchers present data showing more obese among a group of the same number of people in China than in the United Kingdom, I suggest this should be taken as a matter of personal choice.

2.       Swing those arms:

This supposedly speeds up our pace of walking resulting to 15% more calories burned at workout. But I have never seen anyone walking with arms pressed closed to the sides, have you?

This one suggests bending the elbows 900 and pumping our arms as we walk. Well, watch out for the next guy. You might just hit someone on the chin resulting to being worked-out rather than having a workout.

3.       Pop in your headphones:

West London’s Brunel University found in a study that people works out 20% longer, burning more calories if listening to their favorite playlists. My children have their headsets but I work out alone, in the silence of the gym.

But if given the choice, I will work out a lot longer behind a long, swinging, pony-tailed tresses on top of a well-rounded butt, supported by a pair of long and shapely legs.

4.       Put on some weight:

I was a puny 110 lbs before I started playing tennis. Then I took the game, became hungrier at dinner time and thirstier for beer. After a couple of months, my weight started going up.

But this is not what is meant by this tip. It means that heavier weight used in workouts burn 25% more calories even if the workout time and set are the same. Heavier weights allow more protein breakdown in the muscles, needing more energy to repair and recover them. Besides, those using heavier weights have 8% higher sleeping metabolic rate – calories burned while sleeping.

Don’t they snore louder, too?

5.       Head outside:

Some physical fitness experts say that more energy is used in propelling oneself over the ground than on treadmills.

The gym I work out in is in kiosk and I jog on graveled surface rather than in a treadmill.  Tennis is outdoors, so is scuba-diving. I don’t have problems with this.

The downside is that inclement weather is a strong deterrent against outdoor workout and there are no mirrors, denying some people their vanities. In a hotel I stayed in India, Indian hunks spent  more time in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirrors of the gym rather than lifting weights.

Didn’t someone write that people who build up their muscles, reduce their brains? Anyway, some of them become governors.

6.       Increase the incline:

It was once a part of my annual physical routine and I used it during my short stay in India. In both cases I didn’t like it. It’s boring, hence tiring. Besides, my legs give out long before my breath.

For those who are hooked with it, health experts say increasing the slope revs up calorie burn by 60% more. But a short discussion with your coach is still a better approach rather than taking what other health “experts” are saying. Just like anything else, a workout routine is essentially a different-strokes-for-different-folks kind of thing. .

7.       Mind the 12-minute mark:

Boredom is the easiest deterrent to a workout; it makes one feel tire easily. But if one can just get over the 12-minute mark of moderate to high-intensity activity, one should be home free.

According to Chip Harrison, exercise physiologist and director of strength and fitness at the Pennsylvania State University, 12 minute of the activity described above is about the minimum to “create a training effect, improving the body’s ability to use oxygen and generate more fat-burning enzymes, like lipase….”

Gee, 5 minutes in a treadmill is more than I can take.

8.       Don’t skip the stretching:

Have you seen a cat sprain a muscle? That’s because they always have a good stretch.

Stretching keeps the muscles flexible, helping them prepare for the workout and recover from the effort afterward. It helps keep the muscles long and lean, allowing it to build more strength during weight training.

Skipping it is like having sex without foreplay. It makes the whole exercise bland.

The Rosary – Personal Discovery

June 27th, 2009

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“The Rosary and my family”

We started praying the rosary years ago. We did it Sunday evenings with my wife and two children taking turns in leading it, me not knowing how to do it yet. We did it to fill a need I was having deep inside me.

Once that was met, however, I began to feel another one, so we started doing it every night. Then, I realized that to give meaning to “the family that prays together stays together,” I had to learn the rosary. So I did, allowing the four of us to lead the prayers alternately.

Very soon my children were grown-ups and had schedules of their own leaving me and my wife to say the rosary. Then a cruel twist in fate came upon us – my wife died. Now I pray the rosary daily, alone, in front of her urn. It will be a real blessing if my children can pray the rosary with me.

Knowing the Rosary:

I recently received an email regarding Mother Theresa’s rosary beads. How it got to be passed around people in sad and life-threatening circumstances; how it gave them the strength, the courage and inner peace to face their ordeals head-on and came out in great spirits.

Since I started praying the Rosary, I’ve always wondered how the beads and its praying came about. That email prodded me into another route of personal discovery. This is not about how to pray the rosary but of how this string of beads came to symbolize a Christian’s faith.

History of the rosary:

The word “Rosary” comes from the Latin word rosarium, meaning a “rose garden” or “garland of roses.”

According to tradition, the Rosary was given to St. Dominic, during an apparition, by the Blessed Virgin May in the church of Prouille in 1214. That apparition was given the title Our Lady of the Rosary.

On the scholarly side, the origin of the rosary is more circuitous and, really scholarly to the point of being boring. But boredom belongs to those not desiring of wisdom and wisdom is the fountain from which the flowering of life begins.

Praying with beads, such as the rosary, may have begun as a practice by the laity to imitate the monastic Liturgy of the Hours (official set of daily prayers prescribed by the Roman Catholic Church to be recited at the canonical hours by the clergy), wherein monks prayed the 150 psalms daily.

Since most of the laity and even lay monastics could not read at that time, they substituted the 150 Psalms with the Pater Noster (Our Father), using cords with knots to keep an accurate count.

Evidence suggests that during the Middle Ages, both the Our Father and the Hail Mary were recited with prayer beads and in the 7th century, St. Eligius wrote of using a counting device to keep track of the 150 Hail Marys of the Psalter of Mary.

In the 13th century of Paris, France, there were four trade groups involved in making prayer beads. They were called paternosterers and their beads were called paternosters, suggesting a link between the Our Father and the prayer beads.

Then in the 12th century, during the rule of the anchorites (people who, for religious reasons,  withdraw from the secular society to become prayer-oriented), a book, the Ancrene Wisse, was written specifying how groups of 50 Hail Marys were to be divided into five groups of ten Hail Marys each.

Gradually, the Hail Mary came to replace the Our Father as the prayer associated with the beads. Eventually, each group of ten Hail Marys came to be preceded by an Our Father to further conform with the structure of the monastic Liturgy of the Hours.

Further developments of the Rosary:

Dominic of Prussia (1382 – 1460), a Carthusian monk, is attributed to have meditated while praying the Hail Marys calling it the “Life of Jesus Rosary.” He also added a sentence to each of the 50 Hail Marys using quotes from the Scriptures. His practice became popular among the Benedictines and Carthusisans from Trier to Belgium and France where it was greatly promoted by the Dominican priest, Alan de Rupe.

From the 16th to the 20th century the structure of the rosary largely remained unchanged until the Fatima Prayer was added into it in the 20th century and, lately, the Luminous Mysteries were added by Pope John Paul II in 2002.

Key dates (some) of the Rosary:

4th century – Desert Fathers started using prayer ropes to count repetitions of the Jesus Prayer;

1214 – traditional date of the legend of St. Dominic’s reception of the rosary from the Virgin Mary as Our Lady of the Rosary;

Mid-13th century – the word “Rosary” was first used by Thomas of Champitre but not in reference to the prayer beads;

Early 15th century – Dominic of Prussia, a Carthusian, introduced 50 mysteries, one for each Ave Maria;

Circa 1514 – the Hail May prayer attained its current form;

1597 – the first recorded use of the term “rosary” to refer to the prayer beads;

1917- Our Lady of Fatima is said to have asked the inclusion of the Fatima Prayer to the Rosary and asked to have the Rosary be prayed to stop the war and as part of the Immaculate Heart’s reparation;

2002 – Pope John II added the Luminous Mysteries as an option for Roman Catholics in an Apostolic Letter on the Rosary, Rosarium Virginis Mariae..

My Rosary:

I have one of those cheap plastic rosary beads. I can’t remember who gave it to me but I’ve had it even before I know how to use it. Once white, it is now yellow with use with traces of dirt in its grooves and corners. I found it to be a faithful companion. It does not complain, nag, make promises or fail in its commitments. But the serenity and peace of mind it gives me is beyond measure. It goes with me wherever I go, overseas or local. At night I put it on top of my chest to put me to sleep. It helped maintain my sanity and strength to meet, head-on, the ordeals of my life – the most trying of which was the loss of my wife.



Do You Have Weight Problems?

May 16th, 2009

“How I’ve managed my weight

I do it two ways: peer pressure and through my sub-conscious.

Peer pressure: I point at a pot-bellied person and openly tell my friends that if my stomach will grow as large that I shall never be seen in public or that I might as well be dead. That way, I have people to witness for or against my assertions.

Through my sub-conscious: I feel myself out by pressing the palm of my hand against my face. If I feel a certain fullness, I am gaining weight. Otherwise, everything is ok. After that, for some uncanny reason, my mind controls my food intake.

I don’t know how this weird weight/food intake relationship developed. I guess this resulted from one of my youthful dreams. To be one of the best looking guys at 60.

I just turned 61, five feet and six-and-half inches tall, and a steady 145 to 150 pounds of muscle. Though I really don’t know if I look good in the eyes of others but I feel good about myself so I guess that is all that matters.

How should others control their weights?

Before you rush off to buy books to this effect, the very first thing to do is to decide, in fear of death, to lose weight, keep it at a level you are comfortable with and have a very good reason why you need to loose weight.

A friend of mine, as huge as a side of a barn, lost weight because he fell in love with a lithesome blond. However, the marriage didn’t work out and they split. He was so devastated and went on an  eating rampage that brought him back to his pre-marital weight faster than losing it.

The moral of the story? Rather than deny himself the pleasure of his hugeness, he looked for a girl as huge as he is. Now they are happily married – up to this date.

Once the desire to lose weight is etched in granite and the reason tucked up solid in your sub-conscious, the HOW becomes easy as a whistle.

The easy way or the hard way:

You can lose weight the easy but long way or the hard but fast way.

The easy way does not require an increase in activity level, but will take longer because it is practically “controlled starvation.” Simply put, you just have to downsize  your calorie intake.

It takes 3,500 calories to either lose or gain a pound. Losing a pound within a week or a month simply means minimizing your calorie intake by that amount, spread out through the week or the month.

But I guess this a fool man’s way of losing weight. I might as well watch drops of water scour a sheet of steel than see weight loss by idly minimizing calorie intake. It’s very much like regularly warming up a car without driving it around. The battery may stay charged but the bearings, the joints and all the other moving parts gets to rust. You know what I mean?

Exercise, you could never go wrong:

The hard and fast way is to raise your activity level like you have never done before.

I was a bookworm as a child but I did not deny myself the pleasures of the games children play. I grew up in a neighborhood that eats and sleeps basketball and when I went to college my friends were into karate and judo. Then I started working and had to play to my profession, so I took up tennis. Nowadays, if a week passes without my having worked up a good sweat even for a day, I get sick the following week.

Often, my friends of long ago would ask me if I am still into tennis. I would say, “are you kidding? When I was young, I did it for fun. Now I do it because I must”. Recently  I added scuba-diving into my repertoire of physical activities.

As we age, we need to build muscles lost with aging to be able to take care of ourselves well into our later years in life. And by building up muscles we automatically rev up our calorie-burning metabolism, adding to those burned during exercise.

Exercise strengthens our cardiovascular system increasing the level of oxygen in our blood effectively regulating high or low blood pressure; exercise will replace body fat with muscle tissues automatically burning off 100 – 250 calories per day even while we are at rest.

One is never too old to exercise. In fact, it has been shown that seniors reverse aging-related muscle loss, increase stamina and improve balance and agility by exercising regularly.

Going physical:

Going to a gym is more psychological than anything else. The feeling of encouragement can spur one to pursue one’s goal of losing weight. But physical activity can also be derived from mowing the lawn, cleaning the care, walking instead of driving or climbing the stairs instead of using the elevator.

But these are not fun. Playing group games like basketball is great if one is tolerant to physical pain, tennis if jeers and catcalls do not affect you.  Swimming is more complete as is biking; mountain climbing is great to be closer to nature.

The beauty in getting physical is the limitless options available to those really wanting to lose weight.

You want to gain weight?

I was a puny 110-pounder and very sickly in my early twenties. Then I took up tennis and started guzzling beer after a hard game. In less than I month, I started putting in more pounds.


My Christmas Story

January 2nd, 2009

A Gift Like No Other:”

The crack of firecrackers are getting far between, people are gulping anti-cholesterol drugs and taking their blood pressures like never before. The spirit of Christmas is waning, leaving behind some unsavory effects. I, however, not being a victim of the above, would rather reflect on its more mundane, albeit, more spiritually satisfying side.

Last Christmas, after having much difficulty figuring out what I would buy for myself decided, instead, to treat two orphans from the SOS to lunch and buy them gifts. This Christmas was more difficult. Faced with a huge expense in having an old car repaired, I thought that I may not be able to bring the same smile of happiness to them. But as God would have it, my daughter decided to do it herself – and outdid me, she did. With five orphans in tow, she bought them lunch, treat them to rides, gave them ice cream and bought them gifts. .

Of course, our act of kindness was rewarded so many times over. Several days later, the SOS Administrator, Danny Latonio and wife, Sol, invited us to dine with them and treating us to a variety show performed by their wards. My happiness for the occasion would not be fully appreciated without a blast from the past on how I got to know the SOS.

Three years ago, a cousin and her husband invited me and my wife to their 25th wedding anniversary to be held at, where else, but the SOS. Not minding much about it, I was shocked to see, contrary to traditional celebrations, the celebrants, not in wedding whites but in jeans and T-shirts, romping with shrieking kids of all ages, sizes and forms. The rest is history.

At that time the SOS, www.sosphilippines.com, was 25 years old, with 132 children under its care, subsisting 100% from an Austrian foundation’s grants, which encouraged them to raise 10% of its operating expenses from local sources. This time, our dinner was held in a new residential unit good for 10 orphans, constructed totally from local donations.

Three years ago, I and my cousin started spreading the word for the SOS. We made small steps to make it more visible to more people within the locality. Not that I am claiming credit for the success and progress of the SOS, but mere words cannot describe my joy to sit inside a house, built from the love and care-giving of local residents, so 10 young souls will find comfort and protection from their early experiences of the harshness of life. Ten young souls, battered early on by life, physically, mentally and psychology, will, someday, emerged from that house as useful and productive citizens. If that does not make anyone happy, then I don’t know what will.

Today, the SOS has, under its care, 142 children of various ages. Many companies are lining up to help them. Danny has so far managed to find local sources to pay for 10% of their operating expenses which, at current exchange rates, amount to close to $ 20,000.00 per month. But can he sustain it? That question begs for an answer for these young homeless and parentless children.

I love the saying that “One can give without loving, but one cannot love without giving.” If you can’t love these young children, then please just give. But if you can find a place for them in your hearts, then it would not be a pain to give. Would it?

Note: Do log in to www.sosphilippines.com for to get to know the SOS better.

Plans for Life:

June 8th, 2008

“Plans for Life

“You are mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes.” James 4:14b.

It was a Saturday morning my wife and I planned to go to the market. She had a bad night due to severe coughing and was up and about before 5 a.m. The sound of her nebulizer woke me up but I didn’t get out of bed until she asked me to take her to the hospital. I just had about the time to put on something decent, unlocked the gate and waited for her at the car. When she did not respond to my calls I went back up to see her face all white, lips blue and was beginning to sink into a chair. I and my son grabbed her and tried to hastily walk her to the car. She went no farther than three wobbly steps, then she was dead.

It’s amazing to see how fast the transition from life to death could be. And crushing and devastating to see all the things you worked for, planned for, and hoped for disintegrate before your eyes from the loss of one you chose to be a part of your life for better or worse, richer and poorer, in sickness and in health until death severs it all.

The irony is that I should be dead rather than my wife. I was once electrocuted to the point of having a near death experience, had a dozen automatic rifles pointed at my chest in the middle of the night in some small, war-torn island in Mindanao, fell through a ground floor hole into the basement only to have my hand grab a hanging chain I did not even know was there, had a huge plank of wood hurtling towards my head from 4 stories up only to be deflected by my hand driven by an instinct I know I do not have.

“Why her, not me?” I shouted to high heavens. The answer was just as loud and clear, “why not?”

Aside from the illogic of death, my wife’s demise taught me two things: first, that life will soon be gone, so live your life to the fullest and, second, plan for those that matters most to you and those you love.

Looking into these in their deeper context led me to:

- live in calculated recklessness

- have freedom within self contained, and self-limiting time and space.

They check each other out, making sure that I don’t go out of bounds but still enjoy the things I do within my own confines.

I have accepted the eventuality of death. Oftentimes, I am still gripped with longing and melancholy for my wife. At the same time, I have come to accept that I could never have stopped her from dying no matter what I did and that she is forever gone from us, except her memories.

My children and I have learned to lean on each other to cope with our loss and we have bonded like we never had before. But whatever happiness we may be having in the absence of their Mom, I can feel that, sub-consciously, they are preparing to see me be with my wife again.

Life with My Children

June 4th, 2008

Life with My Children”

My wife died early morning of October last year. Her loss was devastating for me and my kids and the things that we have to contend with from her loss stressed me out so much I almost called it quits. Here’s why:

Making the bed every morning and changing pillowcases are no fun especially when one has to unload the whole closet to look for them. Neither is thinking what dish to prepare for lunch or dinner.

These are some of the things confronting me when all the rituals of sending the soul of my wife to her Maker were all done. My children and I suddenly have to figure out how to fill the vacuum she left.

When she was with us, she took care of the domestic front, through a house help, while my children and I went our separate ways each morning to do our “thing.” With her gone, the seemingly menial tasks became loads too heavy to bear.

Then our helper left us, leaving me so stressed-out that I thought I would be cut in half. Suddenly, dinner was take-out for me and my son, fast food for my daughter. Lunch was taken in the office, yet driving home right after to tend to my dogs. Laundry was done in one evening, ironing them the next. Moving around the house was done with utmost care not to disturb the layer of dust all around. Our lawn took the look of a wilderness and our bathrooms as pigsties, smelt like one too. Breakfast was skipped for lack of time preparing it.

My wife spent much time and fortune on her plants. We decided to take up where she let go – just in the nick of time. Most of them were already dying of thirst.

My son was his stolid self – suffering in silence while my daughter was at my back for the little things out of place; she was on the edge if her hospital gowns were still in the laundry bin and on edge when she did not see them in hangers; she spoke out loudly over the gravelly sound of her slippers over the layer of dust in our living room. Never have I been so helpless but to say, “I just cannot do all these times by myself.”

From where she is, my wife must have been very amused to see me so harassed by the little things, always taken for granted, that make up a household.

We all have roles to play in life. Some of these are thrust upon us by who and what we are, while others are assumed. A little few are forced on us by circumstances. Every now and then, by some twists in fortune, these roles are hay-wired, reversed, or thrown out of sync. For two weeks in my life, the roof fell on me completely and it wasn’t easy.

I got the much-needed respite when another girl came in to replace our previous house helper. A character by herself, but never have I appreciated so much the meaning of “good enough.”


     
     

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