Weak?

Tears left unshed
turn to poison
in the ducts.

Alice Walker (1944 – )
U.S. novelist and poet.

Men are stereotyped as the macho, not-supposed-to-cry human species. Usually one hears remarks like “You are not supposed to cry, you are a man!” It was like, for me, saying that to cry is not manly. I beg to disagree.

While most men are not willing to express pain in tears, it could help them ease the weight they are concealing. To cry does not mean that one man hurt more than the others did. To cry is just expressing how a man perceive the pain to be.

Crying is a sign of weakness? No, it could be an aid to healthy living.

If women can fight against disease by crying, then men are supposed to let go and cry even for once. How does crying help then? Let us consider the tears. Tears secreted by the lachrymal gland wash away germs and other small objects that may enter the lid area of the eye. Tears also contain a protein that kills certain germs. (Human Disease, © 1993-2003 Microsoft Corporation. All rights reserved.)

Aside from the benefit we gain from tears, crying relieves stress-related disorders. Stress-related disorders include hypertension (high blood pressure), headaches, back pain, skin disorders, irritable bowel syndrome, and ulcers. Stress is also believed to contribute to coronary heart disease (atherosclerosis, or narrowing of the heart’s arteries) and some cases of cancer. (Stress-Related Disorders, © 1993-2003 Microsoft Corporation. All rights reserved.)

Man, I am not saying you cry instantly when waiting patiently in line, or when you are caught in a traffic jam, or when you are in a crowded place and you can not move fast! I am saying express your pain willingly through tears when negative events come along. Why will you conceal the pain from the death of a loved one? Why will you pretend it does not affect you when a relation failed? Why not weep because of a major injury or illness? It is okay to cry. Men and women are allowed to. No exception.

It does not diminish a man’s virility if he cries once in a while. It does not downgrade a man to a lesser human being. Cry if you want to, in the confines of a room, or in the open. It strengthens a man no less than a woman.

But I must forewarn you. Do not drown yourself – to depression.

To read more about CRYING:

1. Why We Laugh and Cry
2. Toxic Tears: how crying keeps you healthy
3. Tears

Weak?

Tears left unshed
turn to poison
in the ducts.

Alice Walker (1944 – )
U.S. novelist and poet.

Men are stereotyped as the macho, not-supposed-to-cry human species. Usually one hears remarks like “You are not supposed to cry, you are a man!” It was like, for me, saying that to cry is not manly. I beg to disagree.

While most men are not willing to express pain in tears, it could help them ease the weight they are concealing. To cry does not mean that one man hurt more than the others did. To cry is just expressing how a man perceive the pain to be.

Crying is a sign of weakness? No, it could be an aid to healthy living.

If women can fight against disease by crying, then men are supposed to let go and cry even for once. How does crying help then? Let us consider the tears. Tears secreted by the lachrymal gland wash away germs and other small objects that may enter the lid area of the eye. Tears also contain a protein that kills certain germs. (Human Disease, © 1993-2003 Microsoft Corporation. All rights reserved.)

Aside from the benefit we gain from tears, crying relieves stress-related disorders. Stress-related disorders include hypertension (high blood pressure), headaches, back pain, skin disorders, irritable bowel syndrome, and ulcers. Stress is also believed to contribute to coronary heart disease (atherosclerosis, or narrowing of the heart’s arteries) and some cases of cancer. (Stress-Related Disorders, © 1993-2003 Microsoft Corporation. All rights reserved.)

Man, I am not saying you cry instantly when waiting patiently in line, or when you are caught in a traffic jam, or when you are in a crowded place and you can not move fast! I am saying express your pain willingly through tears when negative events come along. Why will you conceal the pain from the death of a loved one? Why will you pretend it does not affect you when a relation failed? Why not weep because of a major injury or illness? It is okay to cry. Men and women are allowed to. No exception.

It does not diminish a man’s virility if he cries once in a while. It does not downgrade a man to a lesser human being. Cry if you want to, in the confines of a room, or in the open. It strengthens a man no less than a woman.

But I must forewarn you. Do not drown yourself – to depression.

To read more about CRYING:

1. Why We Laugh and Cry
2. Toxic Tears: how crying keeps you healthy
3. Tears

Weak?

Tears left unshed
turn to poison
in the ducts.

Alice Walker (1944 – )
U.S. novelist and poet.

Men are stereotyped as the macho, not-supposed-to-cry human species. Usually one hears remarks like “You are not supposed to cry, you are a man!” It was like, for me, saying that to cry is not manly. I beg to disagree.

While most men are not willing to express pain in tears, it could help them ease the weight they are concealing. To cry does not mean that one man hurt more than the others did. To cry is just expressing how a man perceive the pain to be.

Crying is a sign of weakness? No, it could be an aid to healthy living.

If women can fight against disease by crying, then men are supposed to let go and cry even for once. How does crying help then? Let us consider the tears. Tears secreted by the lachrymal gland wash away germs and other small objects that may enter the lid area of the eye. Tears also contain a protein that kills certain germs. (Human Disease, © 1993-2003 Microsoft Corporation. All rights reserved.)

Aside from the benefit we gain from tears, crying relieves stress-related disorders. Stress-related disorders include hypertension (high blood pressure), headaches, back pain, skin disorders, irritable bowel syndrome, and ulcers. Stress is also believed to contribute to coronary heart disease (atherosclerosis, or narrowing of the heart’s arteries) and some cases of cancer. (Stress-Related Disorders, © 1993-2003 Microsoft Corporation. All rights reserved.)

Man, I am not saying you cry instantly when waiting patiently in line, or when you are caught in a traffic jam, or when you are in a crowded place and you can not move fast! I am saying express your pain willingly through tears when negative events come along. Why will you conceal the pain from the death of a loved one? Why will you pretend it does not affect you when a relation failed? Why not weep because of a major injury or illness? It is okay to cry. Men and women are allowed to. No exception.

It does not diminish a man’s virility if he cries once in a while. It does not downgrade a man to a lesser human being. Cry if you want to, in the confines of a room, or in the open. It strengthens a man no less than a woman.

But I must forewarn you. Do not drown yourself – to depression.

To read more about CRYING:

1. Why We Laugh and Cry

2. Toxic Tears: how crying keeps you healthy

3. Tears

The Unrest

It had been a week of disturbance, it is, in the workplace that brought apprehension to everybody. An anonymous letter was sent to the President of the company where I am currently working. It mentioned specifically some people who were then summoned to his office. That was big news, and still the topic in progress to date.

The people who were called got a ‘whipping’ for sure. What the real story was behind closed doors, nobody knows. Those three were the only ones who knew exactly the issues against them that were raised in that anonymous letter. Though a subsequent meeting with VP-PO was conducted, wherein according to a rat each of those unscrupulous supervisors were again lambasted. This is to be expected because the VP-PO was also lambasted.

Those people upset by the turn of events, and who believed superficially that they were untouchables, have been trying to get even with those they expect as the unnamed writer. With the chitchats that have been going on in the workplace, it is very obvious that they are the source. Luckily (and this is with a laugh), I am included in the list of suspects, and later, form another rat, currently the number one in the list because all evidence point to me (that is according to them). And what are the evidences? The mere mention that the writer is intelligent? I have to rejoice then with the fact that they perceive me as intelligent. That the writer mentioned in details the anomalies being done? This amuses me because the details that were being circulated are things I am not privy of. They reach my ears as second hand buzz though there were occasions that I witness some irregularities.

Looking for the identity of the unnamed writer, those people spread poison in the work area. Instead of reflecting on the ill deeds they committed and reforming, they are at present setting up plans to ruin those that they suspect, with their venomous tongues. I was just thinking when do these people learn?

Am I the least bothered? I am not. If my name is being dragged with this issue, I gladly welcome it because the writer wrote anonymously. That for me is noble. He wrote not asking anything to benefit himself. I admire him because the fad in this company is you snitch and you will be granted a favor, say a raise, or you will be lent how much money you want. Do I let these affect myself? Definitely no. The only thing that could affect me is if I lose a friend because of these, or if the continuity of my work will be hampered with the viciousness of these people.

How I wish I were the one who wrote the letter. If there were only no blabs that were paid attention in exchange for money or a favor, I would gladly do so, even with my name on it. If only there were no instances those vicious individuals and their tales were welcomed, I would give it a try. But the thing is, I saw no hope in the attempt, and did not expect that such action would merit the attention of the President. Also, the influences of those around him would dampen anybody’s dare to enumerate all the irregularities in the company.

Sufficed with the initial results that everybody (including me) became aware that focus should always be on each other’s work, I smiled at the thoughts how the incident caused that much hullabaloo – it was like show biz.

The Unrest

It had been a week of disturbance, it is, in the workplace that brought apprehension to everybody. An anonymous letter was sent to the President of the company where I am currently working. It mentioned specifically some people who were then summoned to his office. That was big news, and still the topic in progress to date.

The people who were called got a ‘whipping’ for sure. What the real story was behind closed doors, nobody knows. Those three were the only ones who knew exactly the issues against them that were raised in that anonymous letter. Though a subsequent meeting with VP-PO was conducted, wherein according to a rat each of those unscrupulous supervisors were again lambasted. This is to be expected because the VP-PO was also lambasted.

Those people upset by the turn of events, and who believed superficially that they were untouchables, have been trying to get even with those they expect as the unnamed writer. With the chitchats that have been going on in the workplace, it is very obvious that they are the source. Luckily (and this is with a laugh), I am included in the list of suspects, and later, form another rat, currently the number one in the list because all evidence point to me (that is according to them). And what are the evidences? The mere mention that the writer is intelligent? I have to rejoice then with the fact that they perceive me as intelligent. That the writer mentioned in details the anomalies being done? This amuses me because the details that were being circulated are things I am not privy of. They reach my ears as second hand buzz though there were occasions that I witness some irregularities.

Looking for the identity of the unnamed writer, those people spread poison in the work area. Instead of reflecting on the ill deeds they committed and reforming, they are at present setting up plans to ruin those that they suspect, with their venomous tongues. I was just thinking when do these people learn?

Am I the least bothered? I am not. If my name is being dragged with this issue, I gladly welcome it because the writer wrote anonymously. That for me is noble. He wrote not asking anything to benefit himself. I admire him because the fad in this company is you snitch and you will be granted a favor, say a raise, or you will be lent how much money you want. Do I let these affect myself? Definitely no. The only thing that could affect me is if I lose a friend because of these, or if the continuity of my work will be hampered with the viciousness of these people.

How I wish I were the one who wrote the letter. If there were only no blabs that were paid attention in exchange for money or a favor, I would gladly do so, even with my name on it. If only there were no instances those vicious individuals and their tales were welcomed, I would give it a try. But the thing is, I saw no hope in the attempt, and did not expect that such action would merit the attention of the President. Also, the influences of those around him would dampen anybody’s dare to enumerate all the irregularities in the company.

Sufficed with the initial results that everybody (including me) became aware that focus should always be on each other’s work, I smiled at the thoughts how the incident caused that much hullabaloo – it was like show biz.

The Unrest

It had been a week of disturbance, it is, in the workplace that brought apprehension to everybody. An anonymous letter was sent to the President of the company where I am currently working. It mentioned specifically some people who were then summoned to his office. That was big news, and still the topic in progress to date.

The people who were called got a ‘whipping’ for sure. What the real story was behind closed doors, nobody knows. Those three were the only ones who knew exactly the issues against them that were raised in that anonymous letter. Though a subsequent meeting with VP-PO was conducted, wherein according to a rat each of those unscrupulous supervisors were again lambasted. This is to be expected because the VP-PO was also lambasted.

Those people upset by the turn of events, and who believed superficially that they were untouchables, have been trying to get even with those they expect as the unnamed writer. With the chitchats that have been going on in the workplace, it is very obvious that they are the source. Luckily (and this is with a laugh), I am included in the list of suspects, and later, form another rat, currently the number one in the list because all evidence point to me (that is according to them). And what are the evidences? The mere mention that the writer is intelligent? I have to rejoice then with the fact that they perceive me as intelligent. That the writer mentioned in details the anomalies being done? This amuses me because the details that were being circulated are things I am not privy of. They reach my ears as second hand buzz though there were occasions that I witness some irregularities.

Looking for the identity of the unnamed writer, those people spread poison in the work area. Instead of reflecting on the ill deeds they committed and reforming, they are at present setting up plans to ruin those that they suspect, with their venomous tongues. I was just thinking when do these people learn?

Am I the least bothered? I am not. If my name is being dragged with this issue, I gladly welcome it because the writer wrote anonymously. That for me is noble. He wrote not asking anything to benefit himself. I admire him because the fad in this company is you snitch and you will be granted a favor, say a raise, or you will be lent how much money you want. Do I let these affect myself? Definitely no. The only thing that could affect me is if I lose a friend because of these, or if the continuity of my work will be hampered with the viciousness of these people.

How I wish I were the one who wrote the letter. If there were only no blabs that were paid attention in exchange for money or a favor, I would gladly do so, even with my name on it. If only there were no instances those vicious individuals and their tales were welcomed, I would give it a try. But the thing is, I saw no hope in the attempt, and did not expect that such action would merit the attention of the President. Also, the influences of those around him would dampen anybody’s dare to enumerate all the irregularities in the company.

Sufficed with the initial results that everybody (including me) became aware that focus should always be on each other’s work, I smiled at the thoughts how the incident caused that much hullabaloo – it was like show biz.

Heto Na Naman Kami…

Hay, naku, ang aking mga anak, heto na naman kami. Bumalik na naman ang mga sumusunod na senaryo:

a. mga notebook at iba pang gamit sa eskuwela na iniiwan lamang sa center table sa sala

b. mga sapatos na iniiwan lang sa ilalim ng sofa

c. mga hanger na nagkalat sa sahig ng room nila

d. mga procrastination habits na hindi maiwasan

‘Yan pa lang naman. Pero tiyak na tiyak habang tumatagal ang school days, marami pa akong mapapansin. Mangangaral na naman na para bang hindi pinapakinggan kasi inuulit-ulit ang mga pangit na gawi at gawain.

Noong isang gabi nga, napagsabihan ko si Kay tungkol na naman sa tele-babad. Inulit ko na naman na hindi dapat magtagal ng isang oras o higit pa ang pakikipag-usap sa telepono sa mga araw na may pasok sa eskwela. Inoobserbahan ko ngayon.

Noong minsan din, umuwi si Daryl, 17 out of 20 daw ang score niya sa quiz sa isang subject. “Me quiz kayo? E, ni hindi kita nakitang nag-review, a!” Sabi ni Papsie, “E, kelangan pa ba mag-review? Di ba, anak?” sabay tawa nung dalawa. Pinagkaisahan pa ako. Si Papsie kasi talaga complacent palagi.

Talaga naman – ang maging isang ina. Punung-puno ng challenge. Sa anak mo pa lamang, e, lumalabas na ang mga natural juices mo paano mo maharap ang mga eksena.

Marketing Strategies That Stink

An advise to the marketing arms of certain companies – Teach the word HONESTY to your marketing and sales people.

I understand that marketers are trained to develop strategies to persuade buyers or customers to BUY, aside from educating them and enhancing their satisfaction to the product. I understand, too, that marketing together with its sales promotion are tools to spur sales volume. But they should do it with HONESTY. Once a buyer or a customer smells trickery and deception, he can’t be persuaded to buy.

Papsie and I became victims of the marketing strategy of a pre-need company. The free umbrella and a chance to win Honda Jazz, or consolation prizes of cash money from P 500 to P 5000 pesos lured us. It would only take 30-45 minutes for us to listen to their product intro, so they say. We were so enamored with the idea of a Honda Jazz (Foolish Dan and Bing? Ah, yes, anyway it comes only once in a while) so off we go to their venue which we thought was just nearby. It was not and it ate the 10 minutes of going upstairs (I couldn’t even remember if it is 2nd or 3rd floor of SM department store). The moment we landed on their office, I was not feeling okay because waiting for both of us to be called inside was eating up again our time. Another 10 minutes. We were served a glass of tea each.

It turned out to be a direct selling of a pre-need plan (in the form of savings), not a product intro. In fairness, the sales person was adept and knows her way out to every clever question Papsie tossed. But she ate away our time and the persuasion lasted until almost an hour contrary to the statement the first marketer told us that it would only last 30-45 minutes. I could have given in to the sweetness of the offer (because it was SO AFFORDABLE) but exasperation overcame my interest. She had repeatedly mentioned that she was not forcing us to buy but she could not help herself repeating the whole marketing and persuading Papsie to sit and stay for a minute more. I felt Papsie’s irritation when the salesperson desperately told us that “E, paano naman kung masunog ang mga paupahan nyo? Na ‘wag naman sana. Saan kayo pupunta? While if you have savings, meron pa kayong mapupuntahan kahit pa’no.” Papsie knocked on the table very hard as if opposing the evil wishful thinking of that person.
I was not talking anymore, nor conceiving anything from what she’s saying. My mind was hovering and Papsie’s head was like bloating (and he even told that salesperson). He called up Kay and told her not to worry because we will be home soon. It is a good thing that my kids have that presence of mind to choose tuna in can as their viand for the evening.

The persuasion ended (thank God!). We got two umbrellas and not a Honda Jazz or any from the consolation prizes. But we got two raffle stubs which will be drawn (I don’t know when) and the winner will get a house-and-lot. We couldn’t care less anymore. We want to go home. We were laughing at ourselves how we got entangled with the mess of being there and tricked. Anyway, they did not succeed. We went home with the umbrellas and a very nice photo of Dan and Bing. I did ask that sales person to give me the photo. With a riled gesture, she consented. That was the only time she made sense.

Heto Na Naman Kami…

Hay, naku, ang aking mga anak, heto na naman kami. Bumalik na naman ang mga sumusunod na senaryo:

a. mga notebook at iba pang gamit sa eskuwela na iniiwan lamang sa center table sa sala

b. mga sapatos na iniiwan lang sa ilalim ng sofa

c. mga hanger na nagkalat sa sahig ng room nila

d. mga procrastination habits na hindi maiwasan

‘Yan pa lang naman. Pero tiyak na tiyak habang tumatagal ang school days, marami pa akong mapapansin. Mangangaral na naman na para bang hindi pinapakinggan kasi inuulit-ulit ang mga pangit na gawi at gawain.

Noong isang gabi nga, napagsabihan ko si Kay tungkol na naman sa tele-babad. Inulit ko na naman na hindi dapat magtagal ng isang oras o higit pa ang pakikipag-usap sa telepono sa mga araw na may pasok sa eskwela. Inoobserbahan ko ngayon.

Noong minsan din, umuwi si Daryl, 17 out of 20 daw ang score niya sa quiz sa isang subject. “Me quiz kayo? E, ni hindi kita nakitang nag-review, a!” Sabi ni Papsie, “E, kelangan pa ba mag-review? Di ba, anak?” sabay tawa nung dalawa. Pinagkaisahan pa ako. Si Papsie kasi talaga complacent palagi.

Talaga naman – ang maging isang ina. Punung-puno ng challenge. Sa anak mo pa lamang, e, lumalabas na ang mga natural juices mo paano mo maharap ang mga eksena.

Marketing Strategies That Stink

An advise to the marketing arms of certain companies – Teach the word HONESTY to your marketing and sales people.

I understand that marketers are trained to develop strategies to persuade buyers or customers to BUY, aside from educating them and enhancing their satisfaction to the product. I understand, too, that marketing together with its sales promotion are tools to spur sales volume. But they should do it with HONESTY. Once a buyer or a customer smells trickery and deception, he can’t be persuaded to buy.

Papsie and I became victims of the marketing strategy of a pre-need company. The free umbrella and a chance to win Honda Jazz, or consolation prizes of cash money from P 500 to P 5000 pesos lured us. It would only take 30-45 minutes for us to listen to their product intro, so they say. We were so enamored with the idea of a Honda Jazz (Foolish Dan and Bing? Ah, yes, anyway it comes only once in a while) so off we go to their venue which we thought was just nearby. It was not and it ate the 10 minutes of going upstairs (I couldn’t even remember if it is 2nd or 3rd floor of SM department store). The moment we landed on their office, I was not feeling okay because waiting for both of us to be called inside was eating up again our time. Another 10 minutes. We were served a glass of tea each.

It turned out to be a direct selling of a pre-need plan (in the form of savings), not a product intro. In fairness, the sales person was adept and knows her way out to every clever question Papsie tossed. But she ate away our time and the persuasion lasted until almost an hour contrary to the statement the first marketer told us that it would only last 30-45 minutes. I could have given in to the sweetness of the offer (because it was SO AFFORDABLE) but exasperation overcame my interest. She had repeatedly mentioned that she was not forcing us to buy but she could not help herself repeating the whole marketing and persuading Papsie to sit and stay for a minute more. I felt Papsie’s irritation when the salesperson desperately told us that “E, paano naman kung masunog ang mga paupahan nyo? Na ‘wag naman sana. Saan kayo pupunta? While if you have savings, meron pa kayong mapupuntahan kahit pa’no.” Papsie knocked on the table very hard as if opposing the evil wishful thinking of that person.
I was not talking anymore, nor conceiving anything from what she’s saying. My mind was hovering and Papsie’s head was like bloating (and he even told that salesperson). He called up Kay and told her not to worry because we will be home soon. It is a good thing that my kids have that presence of mind to choose tuna in can as their viand for the evening.

The persuasion ended (thank God!). We got two umbrellas and not a Honda Jazz or any from the consolation prizes. But we got two raffle stubs which will be drawn (I don’t know when) and the winner will get a house-and-lot. We couldn’t care less anymore. We want to go home. We were laughing at ourselves how we got entangled with the mess of being there and tricked. Anyway, they did not succeed. We went home with the umbrellas and a very nice photo of Dan and Bing. I did ask that sales person to give me the photo. With a riled gesture, she consented. That was the only time she made sense.

Marketing Strategies That Stink

An advise to the marketing arms of certain companies – Teach the word HONESTY to your marketing and sales people.I understand that marketers are trained to develop strategies to persuade buyers or customers to BUY, aside from educating them and enhancing their satisfaction to the product. I understand, too, that marketing together with its sales promotion are tools to spur sales volume. But they should do it with HONESTY. Once a buyer or a customer smells trickery and deception, he can’t be persuaded to buy.

Papsie and I became victims of the marketing strategy of a pre-need company. The free umbrella and a chance to win Honda Jazz, or consolation prizes of cash money from P 500 to P 5000 pesos lured us. It would only take 30-45 minutes for us to listen to their product intro, so they say. We were so enamored with the idea of a Honda Jazz (Foolish Dan and Bing? Ah, yes, anyway it comes only once in a while) so off we go to their venue which we thought was just nearby. It was not and it ate the 10 minutes of going upstairs (I couldn’t even remember if it is 2nd or 3rd floor of SM department store). The moment we landed on their office, I was not feeling okay because waiting for both of us to be called inside was eating up again our time. Another 10 minutes. We were served a glass of tea each.

It turned out to be a direct selling of a pre-need plan (in the form of savings), not a product intro. In fairness, the sales person was adept and knows her way out to every clever question Papsie tossed. But she ate away our time and the persuasion lasted until almost an hour contrary to the statement the first marketer told us that it would only last 30-45 minutes. I could have given in to the sweetness of the offer (because it was SO AFFORDABLE) but exasperation overcame my interest. She had repeatedly mentioned that she was not forcing us to buy but she could not help herself repeating the whole marketing and persuading Papsie to sit and stay for a minute more. I felt Papsie’s irritation when the salesperson desperately told us that “E, paano naman kung masunog ang mga paupahan nyo? Na ‘wag naman sana. Saan kayo pupunta? While if you have savings, meron pa kayong mapupuntahan kahit pa’no.” Papsie knocked on the table very hard as if opposing the evil wishful thinking of that person.
I was not talking anymore, nor conceiving anything from what she’s saying. My mind was hovering and Papsie’s head was like bloating (and he even told that salesperson). He called up Kay and told her not to worry because we will be home soon. It is a good thing that my kids have that presence of mind to choose tuna in can as their viand for the evening.

The persuasion ended (thank God!). We got two umbrellas and not a Honda Jazz or any from the consolation prizes. But we got two raffle stubs which will be drawn (I don’t know when) and the winner will get a house-and-lot. We couldn’t care less anymore. We want to go home. We were laughing at ourselves how we got entangled with the mess of being there and tricked. Anyway, they did not succeed. We went home with the umbrellas and a very nice photo of Dan and Bing. I did ask that sales person to give me the photo. With a riled gesture, she consented. That was the only time she made sense.

Heto Na Naman Kami…

Hay, naku, ang aking mga anak, heto na naman kami. Bumalik na naman ang mga sumusunod na senaryo:a. mga notebook at iba pang gamit sa eskuwela na iniiwan lamang sa center table sa sala
b. mga sapatos na iniiwan lang sa ilalim ng sofa
c. mga hanger na nagkalat sa sahig ng room nila
d. mga procrastination habits na hindi maiwasan

‘Yan pa lang naman. Pero tiyak na tiyak habang tumatagal ang school days, marami pa akong mapapansin. Mangangaral na naman na para bang hindi pinapakinggan kasi inuulit-ulit ang mga pangit na gawi at gawain.

Noong isang gabi nga, napagsabihan ko si Kay tungkol na naman sa tele-babad. Inulit ko na naman na hindi dapat magtagal ng isang oras o higit pa ang pakikipag-usap sa telepono sa mga araw na may pasok sa eskwela. Inoobserbahan ko ngayon.

Noong minsan din, umuwi si Daryl, 17 out of 20 daw ang score niya sa quiz sa isang subject. “Me quiz kayo? E, ni hindi kita nakitang nag-review, a!” Sabi ni Papsie, “E, kelangan pa ba mag-review? Di ba, anak?” sabay tawa nung dalawa. Pinagkaisahan pa ako. Si Papsie kasi talaga complacent palagi.

Talaga naman – ang maging isang ina. Punung-puno ng challenge. Sa anak mo pa lamang, e, lumalabas na ang mga natural juices mo paano mo maharap ang mga eksena.

Heto Na Naman Kami…

Hay, naku, ang aking mga anak, heto na naman kami. Bumalik na naman ang mga sumusunod na senaryo:a. mga notebook at iba pang gamit sa eskuwela na iniiwan lamang sa center table sa sala
b. mga sapatos na iniiwan lang sa ilalim ng sofa
c. mga hanger na nagkalat sa sahig ng room nila
d. mga procrastination habits na hindi maiwasan

‘Yan pa lang naman. Pero tiyak na tiyak habang tumatagal ang school days, marami pa akong mapapansin. Mangangaral na naman na para bang hindi pinapakinggan kasi inuulit-ulit ang mga pangit na gawi at gawain.

Noong isang gabi nga, napagsabihan ko si Kay tungkol na naman sa tele-babad. Inulit ko na naman na hindi dapat magtagal ng isang oras o higit pa ang pakikipag-usap sa telepono sa mga araw na may pasok sa eskwela. Inoobserbahan ko ngayon.

Noong minsan din, umuwi si Daryl, 17 out of 20 daw ang score niya sa quiz sa isang subject. “Me quiz kayo? E, ni hindi kita nakitang nag-review, a!” Sabi ni Papsie, “E, kelangan pa ba mag-review? Di ba, anak?” sabay tawa nung dalawa. Pinagkaisahan pa ako. Si Papsie kasi talaga complacent palagi.

Talaga naman – ang maging isang ina. Punung-puno ng challenge. Sa anak mo pa lamang, e, lumalabas na ang mga natural juices mo paano mo maharap ang mga eksena.

THE ABLE DISABLED WHO DESERVES A FATHER’S DAY TREAT

(after lunch time with Han Pao crispy chicken and noodle feast, and especial miswa soup with squid balls, pork, chili leaves and carrots – yummy!)

Disability disables an individual to participate in life’s activities on equal grounds. It limits opportunities to self-development, exploration, and success.

Not so much now with Papsie (what I fondly call hubby). His disability caused by stroke paralyzing the left part of his body does not hinder him to be a

• faithful, (to wife, to kids and to his friends)
  approachable, (always ready to listen and be a friend)
  trustworthy, (secrets are sacred to him)
  humble, (he said this is not true to him LOL but I believe otherwise)
  encouraging and (kaya mo yan, ikaw pa!)
  responsible (even with his present condition)

person loved or adored by many. He had overcome melancholy with thoughts of his two children. You will hear him say, “I don’t need to get well from my disability, I need to live for my kids.”

Perhaps this seemingly jolly man had almost conquered despair already. The stroke, which had damaged the part of his brain that controls motor skills, had caused him tear-filled nights before. It had accorded him self-pity beyond words and had laid before him a life that looked like meaningless.

But time healed the wounds. With our love, we let him feel that he makes a difference in our lives. His love and attention are incomparable. Well, some others would say that he ought to be good because of his condition, and the reverse could be if he is as physically normal. I doubt it. He is a good man ever since – a man with vision and principles – that it was impossible for me to ignore.

HAPPY FATHER’S DAY, PAPSIE!!!!!!

A letter from Daryl –

Dear Papa,

Happy Father’s Day! This is your day, Pa. Thank you for all the sacrifices that you made for us. Thank you that you cook my breakfast every morning. Thank you for the guidance that you gave me. And please forgive me if I sometimes get into your nerves. You should be proud of yourself, Pa. You did not let your disability to hinder you from doing things normal people do. Heck, you can even drive better than an average man. You have lots of diskarte.

Always have faith in the Lord. You may no longer be able to move normally, but God has given you much more – a beautiful and smart wife, and two great kids. What more can you ask? And I think that if you did not get sick, you nay have not spent more time with us. And again pa, Happy Father’s Day!

Love,

Daryl

A letter from Kay –

Dear Papa,

Happy father’s day! Pa, di ko na papahabain pa, I just want you to know that I’d rather have you with your condition than not be able to spend a day without you. I won’t exchange you for anything else. I’m happy and pleased… I love you so much! God Bless you!

Your beautiful daughter,
Kay

THE ABLE DISABLED WHO DESERVES A FATHER’S DAY TREAT

(after lunch time with Han Pao crispy chicken and noodle feast, and especial miswa soup with squid balls, pork, chili leaves and carrots – yummy!)

Disability disables an individual to participate in life’s activities on equal grounds. It limits opportunities to self-development, exploration, and success.

Not so much now with Papsie (what I fondly call hubby). His disability caused by stroke paralyzing the left part of his body does not hinder him to be a

• faithful, (to wife, to kids and to his friends)
  approachable, (always ready to listen and be a friend)
  trustworthy, (secrets are sacred to him)
  humble, (he said this is not true to him LOL but I believe otherwise)
  encouraging and (kaya mo yan, ikaw pa!)
  responsible (even with his present condition)

person loved or adored by many. He had overcome melancholy with thoughts of his two children. You will hear him say, “I don’t need to get well from my disability, I need to live for my kids.”

Perhaps this seemingly jolly man had almost conquered despair already. The stroke, which had damaged the part of his brain that controls motor skills, had caused him tear-filled nights before. It had accorded him self-pity beyond words and had laid before him a life that looked like meaningless.

But time healed the wounds. With our love, we let him feel that he makes a difference in our lives. His love and attention are incomparable. Well, some others would say that he ought to be good because of his condition, and the reverse could be if he is as physically normal. I doubt it. He is a good man ever since – a man with vision and principles – that it was impossible for me to ignore.

HAPPY FATHER’S DAY, PAPSIE!!!!!!

A letter from Daryl –

Dear Papa,

Happy Father’s Day! This is your day, Pa. Thank you for all the sacrifices that you made for us. Thank you that you cook my breakfast every morning. Thank you for the guidance that you gave me. And please forgive me if I sometimes get into your nerves. You should be proud of yourself, Pa. You did not let your disability to hinder you from doing things normal people do. Heck, you can even drive better than an average man. You have lots of diskarte.

Always have faith in the Lord. You may no longer be able to move normally, but God has given you much more – a beautiful and smart wife, and two great kids. What more can you ask? And I think that if you did not get sick, you nay have not spent more time with us. And again pa, Happy Father’s Day!

Love,

Daryl

A letter from Kay –

Dear Papa,

Happy father’s day! Pa, di ko na papahabain pa, I just want you to know that I’d rather have you with your condition than not be able to spend a day without you. I won’t exchange you for anything else. I’m happy and pleased… I love you so much! God Bless you!

Your beautiful daughter,
Kay