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A Son’s Love

4
September

I was 2 plane-rides away from home, and it was fast and testimony Sunday. I was in Bacolod for a series of firesides and I sincerely began feeling melancholic thinking about my family back home. Good thing that Church is practically the same everywhere, and with that knowledge came peace in my heart. I know that we will all be attending our Sunday services, listening to the same lessons, feeling the same sweet spirit.

 And so my friend Met and I went inside the Sacrament Hall. She asked me where I prefer to sit. I told her way back home, my family and I, we have a special place, a spot we have chosen ever since we became members of the church 18 years ago. I motioned her towards the front of the hall on the right side, and we sat on the second row, exactly the same spot I will be had I been in my home ward – beside my sweetheart, together with my children.

 Waiting for the meeting to start, we looked around, trying to see if we knew anybody. Church is actually one great big family, and it is normal for one to see someone familiar. In our case, we have met the previous day a good friend from CES who used to serve in Cagayan de Oro – President Ric Cobing. Just in time, the whole Cobing family came in: President Cobing, his wife Lolit, and their beautiful children. How the children have grown!

 Then came the Nang family. I recognized Aying. She’s still as beautiful as ever! I looked at her children. I counted: six! Six beautiful children. Aying and I visited for a while, in hushed tones. She made a comment about my incredibly and ridiculously short pixie hair, and we laughed a little.

 Then the meeting started.

 Came the time for members to bear their testimonies. Met whispered to me that we should bear our testimonies, so that our sins will be forgiven. I smiled at her and I said I probably would need all the will power I have just to stand.

 Slowly, one after the other, members stood and shared their testimonies.

 All of a sudden, and much to my surprise, one tiny person walked bravely towards the pulpit. He was Aying’s son. I said to myself he must be around 5 or 6 years old. We could barely see him! I guess all of us smiled as he fumbled to hold the microphone.

 He began by telling all of us that his Mom tells them a very special story – his Mom’s favorite story – during bedtime. He began by narrating to us what the story was all about – of a Mother and her son and a rainbow. In the story, the mother told her son that should she die, she will turn herself into a rainbow so she can watch over him. Then, Aying’s son said: “So I pray everyday that my Mom will not die. I don’t want her to die, because I won’t be able to do anything without her. I love her so much and I want to be with her always. “

 We all cried. I saw Aying’s husband wipe his eyes. I could not help but look around. Mothers in the congregation were all teary-eyed. I was busy rummaging my bag for a tissue. Metmet too, who was sitting on my left, was also crying. The young woman on my right was crying too! And even now, as I recall what he said in that meeting, I still could not fight off the tears.

 Aying’s son gave me an unforgettable gift that beautiful and spiritual Fast and Testimony Sunday – innocence, pure and sincere love – expressed!

 After the meeting, I went to the boy who was sitting closely to his Mom. I asked Aying for permission and then gave the boy a hug.

 I wanted to comfort him, to tell him not to worry so much. I wanted to give him the reassurance that his Mom will be with him for a long long time …

 So i hugged him tight, and gave him a kiss.

 Maybe in his young mind he was puzzled by my action, for he never even knew me.

 He looked at his Mom, and then he gave me a smile. His eyes were still sad.

 And as we all walked out the hall, I looked for him one last time.

 There he was – still holding on to his Mom’s hand.

 A child’s love – pure, sincere, true..

 

The Nang children; Kenchii is the one wearing the red necktie.

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The Question that Remains Unanswered

18
August

I came across a friend’s status in fb asking a very thought-provoking question. The questions was worded this way: “Life is good here in the Philippines, but why is it that a lot of people still leave and work abroad? The question kept ringing in my ears, not literally, but it was a persistent thought. The reason is simple: I also know a lot of people who live and work abroad who keep saying that it’s better to live in the Philippines. However, all of them, after staying for a while, always go back to where they came from. Simply put, they prefer or choose to live and work abroad despite what they said.

But, my hats off to them; they are called mga bagong bayani, sacrificing so much just so that they can work and earn money for the families they have left behind.

Why do they always go back? Is it about money? Maybe. It’s a fact that abroad, as long as one is not afraid to roll his sleeves up and work, there will always be plenty of opportunities to earn. I know of friends who are professionals here yet they don’t mind waiting for tables or washing dishes in poshNew York. I know of friends who take care of old people as caregivers for the green bucks. Yes, they send money to the families they left behind, but I have not heard of one who finally came home willingly to finally settle here for good – by choice. Well, I know a few who said that they will retire here, but then again, who knows if they will?

Maybe life is better abroad, even if one has to work very very hard. Maybe money is limitless there. Maybe the food is better. Maybe the schools are better (or the educational system). Maybe the culture is better over there. Maybe life is easier there. Maybe it’s safer to live there. Maybe people are better there.

Maybe …

Are you happier wherever you are because you have every opportunity to earn unlike many of our fellow Filipinos who chose to stay and work here?

Are you happier wherever you are because your food tastes better?

Well, someone once said home is not a geographical location; it’s where your heart is. So wherever you are, as long as your family is with you, it’ll always be home to you.

So … is your family with you wherever you are?

Happiness is subjective, which means my happiness and your happiness will never be the same. In the same sense, what makes me happy will not necessarily be the exact thing that will make you happy.

Hence, may I ask … what makes you happy?

I hope you have it nearest you … not just in your heart, but close enough for you to touch them and tell them how much you love them … close enough for you to see the moments when they lighten up every time they see a butterfly … or a rainbow … when they taste ice cream …

I hope they are close enough to you so you can comfort them when they are hurting.

Life is short … and money is not everything.

One thing is sure though, we always have a choice! And whatever your choice is, it means you’re sure it’s the best for you and your family, and I’ll respect you for that.

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The Woman I Met at the DFA …

18
August

I went a few months ago to the DFA for my passport, and I met a woman who was also processing her passport. We were seated together in the same bench waiting for our turn in the biometrics section and we started talking about why we were there and the purposes of our passports. I told her I was getting mine because I am traveling with a friend in a few months; she told me she was leaving for Dubai to work.

She looked at the files I was holding (I had my marriage contract and my children’s NSO authenticated birth certificates) and she suddenly said, without me asking her, that she will be leaving behind 3 small children. I could not help but ask why she had to leave. I asked her about her previous employment and where she will be working inDubai, as well as how much she will be making. Much to my surprise, she said her salary will be 14 thousand per month. I was taken aback! I told her she can earn that money here; she does not have to leave. She had a college degree and she worked as a private employee before her decision to work as a food factory worker of some sort inDubai.

I felt bad. I could not help but feel sad that for such a small amount of money, she is willing to leave behind 3 very small children to the care of their father. I wonder how her husband feels about her leaving and working abroad.

Then she was called; and then my turn came. We again sat beside each other as our pictures were taken. She stood up first and was about to leave. I held her hand (funny, I can’t remember her name anymore), and told her to think hard first before making any final decision. I told her she can earn that money here, as long as she’s willing to work hard and work smart. I made her a promise, gave her my number, and told her I would be willing to help her find a job. I am not rich; I can’t promise her money. But I have friends who can help her, as long as she’s willing to do her part.

We parted ways; and I looked at her one last time. I am not sure if I will ever see her again. In my heart though, I hope she will not leave her children. Money is just money, but our children, they will only be children once, and they need their mothers more than anything else in this world.

Money can not buy love.

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