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        Hindi ko akalain na mararanasan ko itong ganitong klase ng serbesyo dito sa PCexpress kalookan branch. Sa may monumento. Taas ng Citibank.Ang dami naman ng personnel nila at sa tingin ko nga ay over staff pa.
Umaga kanina(9/29/07), bago mag 10:00 ng umaga dala ko ang Memory card(512 mb) na binili last 10/30/07 kasama ang O.R. nito.
Wait muna ako,maya-maya ma pumasok sa testing are nila na babae, inilapit ko ang problema ko. Asan daw yung resibo?Sabi ko hindi ba resibo yan sabay turo sa O.R. Hindi kumibo at meron pa daw isang invoice. Ipinasa sa lalake(hindi ko na inalam nga pangalan nila dahil tiwala naman ako)

“Ano daw ang sira?” Sabi nung lalake. “Namamatay din ayaw mag boot, pero kapag ibang memory card gamit ok naman” mabilis kung tugon. Ipinatong sa table at upo daw muna ako. Mga Ilang minuto, galing sa table napunta sa ibabaw ng box memory card ko. Parang paurong ng paurong. Baka kako busy, ask ko kung what time pwede balikan. “After lunch daw” sagot ni poging lamig. Ask ko kung may ibibigay silang papel para ma claim,wala na daw kasi may o.r. naman.
After lunch bumalik ako mga 1:10 pm, wait lang daw at papasok na yung babae na gagawa ng “paper” kasi papa warranty daw(medyo amerikan-pinoy ata). 1:31 pm na wala pa ko sabi balik na lang ako. Kainip mag antay kung puro istambay na tao nakikita mo.
2:30 pm Need ko pumunta sa Baclaran dahil sa collection day sa isang customer and delivery sa isa pa.

Pinakiusapan ko yung kasama ko at ibinigay ko ang warranty invoice na nakita ko(ito yung hinahanap nung una) pati ID ko para siya na ang mag claim.
Mga 3:00 P.M. nag text ang Supervisor namin “Sir, hindi ma trace yung item daw dun sa pcxpress kung kelan dw po dinala? kung ipapaayos ba daw o nasa warranty pa? tawagan na lang daw po sa number na ito 323-55-77″
Walandyo naman, tinamaan ng P*&^%$ sobrang laki ba ng office nila at hindi makita. Kinailangan ko bumalik agad, nag LRT at pagdating dun sa store pinabalik ko na ang kasama ko na 3 times nagpabalik balik. Hinahanapan ng job order.
Ilang minuto pa rin ako nag hintay(medyo kumukulo na ang dugo ko sa asar). Ikwenento ko sa cashier’s office bakit ganun ang serbisyo nila? Pinuntahan niya sa loob ng kuwarto, at nang mag paliwanagan na, wala sa kanila ang nag sabi ng mga nangyari dito. In other words wala akong nakausap. Ang dami palang multo diyan sa store niyo.         Sigurado naman ako hindi sira ulo ko. Then yung isang tao na wala, “JoJo”, yun daw kausap ko. Nag tanong pa itong isang genuis na technician sa akin”Sir sira ho ba?” sabay pakita sa akin ang memory card. Natawa ako sabay sabi”Ano sa palagay mo, kaya ko dinala para panoorin natin? What do you think?”

Then yung babae na una kung nakausap, matapos ang ilang minuto uli, lumabas may dalang bagong memory card, nilagyan ng sticker at sabi “Sorry ho, hindi lang nag kaintindihan”.

“What, are we spokenin chinese and your answering in Japanese”. Sabi ko na lang yan sa loob ko. Mga p*&%$#@ nyo, matapos masira ang araw ko at gabi ganun na lang.

Hindi na ako babalik diyan kahit utuin niyo pa ako…

Life comes just once so let’s make the most of it.
Yes, now we always see each other. When I arrived home from work and you would great me different kinds of greetings each night. – The feeling is great. I am happy with that. You see me not only as a Father but also as a friend.

Some of our neighbors envied me because you are all polite. Yours sentences is always punctuated by “po” and “opo”. Anyone of you would smile and greet them upon bumping or seeing them. You always stay home not like other children who are always in the street or in gimmicks.

    You have all grown up and I have this feeling of pride and admiration for all of you because you are all responsible in your own ways. There are times that I got mad when you forgot to do what was asked of you. I see it as part of your growing up. You tend to focus more on your watching T.V., computer games, friendster and yahoo messenger than what is being told of you. I hate it when I had to declare”no computer” as punishment especially when you start blaming who is the culprit. There were bad time, miss understanding, conflicts like all ordinary family but those makes our bonding stronger.

    Remember when you do you school project and I would insist on helping you out (It is because I didn’t do my school project when I am studying, now you know). Kuya Nilo always helps me.

We always laugh…
    We are a happy family that it seems to me we are making fun of everything. Your Tita Nora always complains that when I arrive home the surroundings becomes noisy. It is because of you and not me.When you ask for your “baon” to be increase but I told you that I would ask my Boss first to give me a raise.
    When you are late in going home from school and your mother always calls you on your cell phone. You would tell me each time, and then we would make fun of your mother.
When during dinner time and someone in you will be at the mercy of his/ her joke. We do it all together.
    While viewing boxing matches in our T.V screen and all your eyes are on me because of my gestures as if I am in the ring. I really hate it but we laugh about it.
    While viewing Jacky Chan movies because, anybody will say the next dialogue because we have memorized all the lines.

   When your mother will insist in viewing an old FPJ (Fernando Poe JR.) movie and we will leave her. Not until she would protest of being left out, then we would all comebacks.    

    We have this uncanny sense of communication that by only looking at one another we could understand each other whether to start laughing or have to do something.When your mother would give instruction and will clarify, repeat it and pass to the nearest person until it gets back to her.

   When you are with me in every provincial assignment (during Christmas and School break) and I would cook never heard recipe I just learned in that place.

   In us, no occasion is needed in order to give the other a gift or something we think the other one needed (not wanted, remember!).Even without telling us that you have a problem, I always feel it and I would tell your mother about my intuition. We can feel each other worries and happiness.

    When one by one, each three of you would loose your cell phone in different circumstances; I would shrug it off and told you that it is replaceable but not your life. Then you would tell me that your classmates say I am “Cool” for that attitude. You just didn’t know that I cried when I went upstairs! So you would not see the “pain” it cause in my wallet!

I really appreciate all those things that we have been doing. I enjoyed every minute that we are together.
Let us enjoy life and show one another the love and care that we have for each other and to the people around us.

God didn’t give us everything to enjoy life but HE gave us life to enjoy everything.

         I Love You Guys…

From ever infallible, ever-reliable never tiring “researcher” TINA. Thank You for Sharing.

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Minsan, may mag-asawang bumili sa tindahan.

Sa pagmamadali nilang lumabas, naiwan ng babae ang kanyang pitaka (1st) sa loob ng tindahan. Sa aktong pupulutin ng saleslady ang pitaka upang ibigay sa counter para sa kung sinong magclaim, bigla itong dinampot ng isang babae at isinilid sa kanyang suot. Bigla itong umalis ng tindahan kung kaya’t pinahabol namin sa security guard. Sa mga oras na ito, patawid pabalik ng tindahan ang mag-asawang nakaiwan ng pitaka nang bigla itong nabangga ng isang sasakyan(2nd).

Dito nagulo ang isipan ng asawang lalaki dahil nalaman niyang may ibang dumampot ng pitaka, at ang pagkakabangga sa kanyang asawa. Bilang tulong, dinala namin sa prisinto ang babaeng dumampot sa pitaka at para madala na rin sa ospital ng nakabangga sa babae kasama ng kanyang butihing asawa. Sa prisinto nagkaharap sila ng kumuha ng pitaka.

At sa ospital, ng kanyang balikan ang kanyang mahal na asawa, nalaman nitong dapat putulin ang kanyang paa(3rd). At nang malaman ito ng asawang nabangga, siya’y inatake sa puso at kanyang ikinamatay(4th) ng araw ding iyon.

A few months ago and nothing much to do except to surf the Internet during spare time at home. Read emails while thinking the what, when and how to create website. A dream I must say would only be a dream. No directions and planning.
October 23, 2007 is the birth date of this website. One month ago, posting anything that comes into my mind. To tell you I am enjoying every day is under statement. Telling friends, Co- Managers, relatives about this site, almost begging them to visit and give me comment for the improvement of this site.

Now looking at the statistic it says 24 posts, 45 comments under 7 categories. Since joining last 10/27/07 at Mybloglog.com I was able to know 10 community members. Since joining blogcave.com last 11/4/07, I got 34 friends, 100 votes and 1,154 visitors. Technorati.com gave me a ranking of 1,391,575. Alexa.com ranking of 3,426,669.

What is the meaning of this? I don’t know? For me, to be able to tell my story is already a rewarding experience. Anything that well come out of this is already a bonus. Spending minutes in front of computer is not a wasted time but learning new things and finding new friends. I was able to connect to long lost relatives, friends and former classmates. It feels like a lost child in the wilderness but instead of frighten, you feels like exploring new surroundings enjoyable. It seems I am scaling new heights with enthusiasm and confidence. As a child taking single stride and learning to walk, the feeling is exhilarating.

One month ago, today I have told you many things I remember and experienced. To where this site would lead me or stray, I am leaving this to God. I would fly where the wind blows. Of course there are a lot of things I wanted to do and make some changes in this site. But my talent in changing is still short of it.

Let me thank all the people who one-way or the other help me in creating this site. Mae, my daughter who is skillful in teaching other but failed in me. Hehehehe! My family’s support even thought they always tease me when using my super slow computer at home. Fellow blogger that had the time to drop by read my piece and comment. Sir Gpcarreon, Thank you for your kindness in linking this site. To fellow high school alumnus whose encouragements and support made my day! Thanks Jun for the free lunch last Thursday.

Thank you a Million times over. “May the force be with you” always as what Ed commented on this blog.

Sulat ni Tatay at Nanay sa Atin

Sa aking pagtanda, unawain mo sana ako at pagpasensiyahan.

Kapag dala ng kalabuan ng mata ay nakabasag ako ng pinggan
o nakatapon ng sabaw sa hapag kainan, huwag mo sana akong kagagalitan.
Maramdamin ang isang matanda. Nagse-self-pity ako sa tuwing sinisigawan mo ako.

Kapag mahina na ang tenga ko at hindi ko maintindihan
ang sinasabi mo, huwag mo naman sana akong sabihan
ng “binge!” paki-ulit nalang ang sinabi mo o pakisulat nalang.
Pasensya ka na, anak. Matanda na talaga ako.

Kapag mahina na ang tuhod ko, pagtiyagaan mo sana akong
tulungang tumayo, katulad ng pag-aalalay ko sa iyo
noong nag-aaral ka pa lamang lumakad.

Pagpasensyahan mo sana ako kung ako man ay
nagiging makulit at paulit-ulit na parang sirang plaka.
Basta pakinggan mo nalang ako. Huwag mo sana akong
Pagtatawanan o pagsasawaang pakinggan.

Natatandaan mo anak noong bata ka pa?
kapag gusto mo ng lobo, paulit-ulit mo ‘yong sasabihin,
maghapon kang mangungulit hangga’t hindi mo nakukuha ang gusto mo.
Pinagtyagaan ko ang kakulitan mo.

Pagpasensyahan mo na rin sana ang aking amoy. Amoy matanda, amoy lupa.
Huwag mo sana akong piliting maligo. Mahina na ang katawan ko.
Madaling magkasakit kapag nalamigan, huwag mo sana akong pandirihan.

Natatandaan mo noong bata ka pa? Pinagtyagaan kitang habulin
As ilalim ng kama kapag ayaw mong maligo.

Pagpasensyahan mo sana kung madalas, ako’y masungit,
Dala na marahil ito ng katandaan. Pagtanda mo, maiintindihan mo rin.

Kapag may konti kang panahon, magkwentuhan naman tayo, kahit sandali lang.
Inip na ako sa bahay, maghapong nag-iisa. Walang kausap.

Alam kong busy ka sa trabaho, subalit nais kong malaman mo na sabik na sabik
Na akong makakwentuhan ka, kahit alam kong hindi ka interesado sa mga kwento ko.

Natatandaan mo anak, noong bata ka pa?
Pinagtyagaan kong pakinggan at intindihin
ang pautal-utal mong kwento tungkol sa iyong teddy bear.

At kapag dumating ang sandali na ako’y magkakasakit
at maratay sa banig ng karamdaman,
huwag mo sana akong pagsawaang alagaan.

Pagpasensyahan mo na sana kung ako man ay maihi o madumi sa higaan,
Pagtyagaan mo sana akong alagaan sa mga huling sandali ng aking buhay.
Tutal hindi na naman ako magtatagal.

Kapag dumating ang sandali ng aking pagpanaw, hawakan mo sana ang aking kamay
At bigyan mo ako ng lakas ng loob na harapin ang kamatayan.

At huwag kang mag-alala, kapag kaharap ko na ang Diyos na lumikha,
ibubulong ko sa kanya na pagpalain ka sana …
Dahil naging mapagmahal ka sa iyong ama’t ina…

Written by Rev. Fr. Ariel F. Robles
CWL Spiritual Director
St. Augustine Parish
Baliuag, Bulacan

 

 

Kung mayaman ka, meron kang “allergy”
Kung mahirap ka, ang tawag dyan ay “galis” o “bakokang”

Sa mayaman, “nervous breakdown” dahil sa “tension and stress”
Sa mahirap, “sira ang ulo”

Kung mayaman ka, “pneumonia” daw ang sakit mo
Kung mahirap, “TB” yon

Sa mayaman, “hyperacidity”
Kapag mahirap, “ulcer” dahil walang laman ang tiyan

Sa mayamang “malikot ang kamay”, ang tawag ay “kleptomaniac”
Sa mahirap, ang tawag ay “magnanakaw” o “kawatan”

Pag mayaman ka, you’re “eccentric”
Kung mahirap ka, “may toyo ka sa ulo” o “may topak” o “may sayad”

Kung mayaman ka at sumakit ang ulo mo, ikaw ay may “migraine”
Kung mahirap ka naman at sumakit ang ulo mo, ikaw ay “nalipasan ng gutom”

Kung mayaman ka, you are referred to as someone who is “scoliotic”
Pero kung mahirap ka, ikaw ay “kuba”

Kung ang señorita mo ay maitim, ang tawag ay “morena” o “sun tanned”
Pero kung isa kang domestic na maitim, ikaw ay “ita” o “negrita” o “baluga”

Kung socialite ka, ikaw ay “pleasingly plump”
Kapag mahirap ka, ika’y “tabatsoy” o “lumba-lumba”…pagminamalas ka,
“baboy”

Kapag mayaman, “fasting” ang hindi kumain
Kung mahirap, “nagtitiis”

Kung well-off ka at date ka rito, date ka roon, ang tawag sa iyo ay “socialite”.
Kung mahirap ka, ikaw ay “pakawala” o “pok-pok”

Kung mayamang alembong ka, ang tawag sa iyo ay “liberated”.
Pero kung isa kang dukha, ang tawag sa iyo “malandi”

Kapag mayaman, “misguided” o “spoiled” ka.
Kung mahirap ka, “addict” o “durugista”

Kung may pera ka, ang tawag sa iyo “single parent”
Pero kung wala kang trabaho, ang tawag sa iyo “disgrasyada”

Kapag mayaman at sexy, “fashionable” daw.
Kung mahirap, sigurado “GRO” o “japayuki” ka

Ang tawag sa mayayamang puro gulay ang kinakain, “vegetarian”
Habang kakaawa ang mahirap na ” kumakain ng damo.”

Sa exclusive school, “assertive” ang mga batang sumasagot sa mga guro
Pero pag ang mga mahihirap na bata ang sumasagot sa mga guro, ang tawag sa kanila ay “bastos!”

Ang mayamang tumatanda, “are graduating gracefully into senior citizenhood”
Ang mga mahihirap ay “gumugurang”

Ang anak ng mayaman ay “slow learner”
Ang anak ng mahirap ay “bobo” o “gung-gong”

Kung mayaman ka at marami kang kumain, you flatter your host who says,
“masarap kang kumain and I like you, you do justice to my cooking”
Kung ghastly peasant ka eating the same amount in the same house, your host
will say to himself na ikaw ay “patay-gutom”

Kung graduate ka ng exclusive school at sa ibang bansa ka nagtatrabaho, ang
tawag sa iyo “expat”
Kung mahirap ka lang, ikaw ay “contract worker”

Kung boss ka at binabasa mo ito sa office mo, “okay lang” Pero kung ikaw ay hamak na empleyado lamang, ikaw ay “nagbubulakbol”… kaya forward mo na agad ito dahil nasa likod mo ang boss mo!

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Being a father third time over is one of the happiest moments of my life. After 2 girls, God had given me a boy. Melvin was born on May 5, 1989. One day after the natal day of my wife.

My aunt who is taking care of my eldest daughter had to go back to province to finish something personal. Nimfa who is taking care of Lanie decided to get married. Finding no one to care for the youngest addition to our family, my mother-in-law volunteered to care for him even for a couple of weeks until my wife could regain her strength. She was already resigned from her job as a Branch Manager in a photo development company.

I was assigned in my present job in our Branch in Taytay Rizal. I was happy with all this development when one night, barely a week after Melvin’s birth, my brother-in-law comes knocking at our door. It was past 11:00 pm and we are soundly asleep. He had to throw a stone in our window to wake us up because we are sleeping in the second floor of the apartment.

Melvin is suffering from LBM and they are afraid something is terribly wrong from the child. Seeing the state of my child’s appearance brought chill in my spine. I know that something is very wrong. Evelyn stayed home. He would throw up the milk that you give him. Some would come out from his nose (”suka-tae ” in tagalog).

Bringing my child to a children’s hospital at an ungodly hour had my mind wandering and sorting things over. Why is this happening to me? I have been God’s good follower and done nothing wrong against other people. I have obeyed the Ten Commandments and helped other people.

I was brought back to my senses when the Doctor told me that we had to take blood, urine and stool sample to a clinical laboratory (I had to do this every three days to determine the cause). When my mother and sister arrived to help me out, we discussed how to watch over him. They would take turn in the morning while I would be there at night after work.

Melvin is not responding to the medication that was being given to him. The Doctor told me that the passage of his small intestine and large intestine were not big enough to accept fluid and if ever there were some that could pass through it was being rejected by his body (so an LBM occur). It was a rare disease. I was dumbfounded.

My Routine:

From work, I would go straight to the hospital. The next day I would go home, take a shower eats my breakfast and goes to work. Each day that my wife and I would see each other and she would ask about the condition of our son, I would tell a different story. She has no courage to visit our child and see the agony that he is going through. Her constant prayer gave her strength.

On the third week, my mother sensed how troubled I was and talked to me. “My son never lose hope, God is great, seek His guidance and blessings. Have strong faith in the Lord.”

Feeling tired, weak and seeing how my son’s condition of deteriorating health, I accepted the fact that maybe God is telling me something. That maybe God had other plans for me. I went straight to the chapel located near my son’s ward. There I talked to Him with all my sincerity. I am so sorry if I questioned His wisdom. That I accepted the fact that if my son is not really intended for us that He must take him as soon as possible. I asked God not to prolong the pain and agony that I, members of my family and Melvin’s were going thru. I am submitting myself in total surrender to Him. I have fall asleep maybe due to exhaustion and lack of sleep and was awaken by the Nurse on duty that I have to assist her in the blood transfusion that will be done.

I have to count 25 droplets of blood and to shut down the control valve after and call her. I am crying but felt relived that God is on my side watching over me (this happened twice).

The next day, when my wife asks me again, I find the courage to tell her every single detail that I had gone thru. Feeling angry and hurt for not telling her the truth, she hit me with her two-closed fist in different parts of my body. I let her do it because I know it was my fault. Then she stops hitting me, begun to cry and felt weak. I thought she would lose her consciousness. It is her turn to question the motive of God. But at that moment, it also gave her the strength and courage to visit our beloved son. She began to join in watching over our son, openly accepted our fate a few days later.

When you are against the wall and feel nothing to lose, you’ll listen to every suggestion that was given to you. They told me to change his name so that “they”(spirit) would leave him. We called him “Bengga”. Then another told us to have him received the sacrament of Baptism. With a couple of friends we braved the heavy downpour to have him baptized. We have to sign a waiver that the hospital will not be liable should anything untoward would happen to my son. I never think twice and signed it.

Melvin is so thin that looking at him seems to be looking at a child with very advance state of malnutrition. All skin and bones and eyes seem to pop out. A child from Ethiopia and would die of hunger anytime is a likely description. He had swollen wounds from his head, hands and feet. It serves as a reminder where needles were inserted for fluids to run on his body. The biggest of which is in his left ankle wherein a part of skin came off when the part became swollen again and the needle had to be removed to be transferred to another part.

On the forth week, my Doctor told me that every thing is turning up right and within a couple of days we can take him home. He also told me a miracle had happened.

Tears of happiness trickled from our eyes. I thought my tears have dried up for crying every day and would only show courage when in front of other people especially my wife.

It seems that the entire angels in heaven were rejoicing and I am being brought to heaven. We dashed to the chapel and cried while thanking God profusely.

Melvin was able to recover fast and become a chubby little boy. He is now in his 2^nd Year of college taking up Marine Transportation. Every one in my family, my friends and relatives up to now can’t believe he survived his ordeal. But I know God had all the explanation.

Up to now, thinking this incident in my life could bring tears of joy in my eyes. I must have passed the test with flying color.

Somewhere in Milaor,Camarines Sur, there lived a fourth grader boy who would follow this route to school everyday: He has to cross the rugged plains and cross the dangerous highway where vehicles are recklessly driving endlessly.

Once past this highway, the boy would take a short cut, passing by the Church every morning just to say Hi to God, and faithfully say his, “Magandang umaga po” in Bicol dialect. He was faithfully being watched by a Priest who was happy to find innocence so uplifting in the morning.
“Kamusta, Andoy? Papasok ka na?”

“Opo padre … “

he would flash his innocent grin, the priest would be touched. He was so concerned that one day he talked to Andoy.

“From school….”, he advised “Do not cross the highway, you can pass through the Church and I can accompany you to the other side of the road …that way I can see that you are home safe….”

“Thank you father …”
“Why don’t you go home … do you stay in this church right after school?”

“I just want to say “Hi” to my friend, God,”

and the priest would leave the boy to spend time beside the altar, talking to himself, but the priest was hiding behind the altar to listen to what this boy has to say to his heavenly FATHER.

“You know my math exam was pretty bad today, but I did not cheat although my seatmate is bullying me for notes… I ate one cracker and drank my water, Itay had a bad season and all I can eat is this cracker. Thank you for this! I saw a poor kitten who was hungry and I know how he feels so I gave my last cracker to him … funny but I am not that hungry. Look, this is my last pair of slippers …I may have to walk barefoot next week, you see this is about to be broken… but it is okay
….at least I am still going to school…. Some say we will have a hard season this month, some of my classmates have already stopped going to school … please help them get to school again, please God? …Oh, you know, Inay hit me again, it is painful, but I know this pain will pass away, at least I still have a mother…. God, you want to see my bruises? I know you can heal them…. Here… here and …. oh …blood …. I guess you knew about this one huh? Please don’t be mad at Inay, she is just tired and she worries for the food in our table and my
schooling that is why she hits us ….Oh, I think I am in love …
there’s this pretty girl in my class, her name is Anita … do you think she will like me? Anyway, at least I know you will always like me, I don’t have to be anybody just to please you, you are my very best friend! Hey your birthday is two days from
now!!! Aren’t you excited? I am! Wait till you see, I have a gift for you ….. but it is a surprise! I hope you will like it! Oooops, I have to go …” then he stood up and calls out, “Padre, padre, I am finished talking to my friend … you can accompany me to the other side of the road now”

This routine happens everyday. Andoy never fails. Father Agaton shares this every Sunday to the people in his church because he has not seen a very pure faith and trust in God, a very positive look at negative situations.

One Christmas day, Father Agaton was sick so he could not make it in the Church, he was sent to the hospital. The Church was left to 4 manangs who would chant the rosary in 1000 miles per hour, would not smile and would always find fault in what you do, they were also very well versed in cursing and swearing if you irritate them!
They were kneeling, saying their kilometric rosary when Andoy, coming from his Christmas party, playfully dashed in.

“Hello God! I ….”

“P—-!! (a curse) bata ka!! Alam mo nang may nagdadasal!! Alis!!”

Poor Andoy was so terrified, “Where’s Father Agaton? He is supposed to help me cross the street …. and to be able to cross the street I will have to pass by the back door of this church …not only that, I have to greet Jesus. It is His birthday, I have a gift right here….”

Just as he was about to get the gift out of his shirt, the manang pulled his shirt and threw him out of the church.
“Susmaryosep!!! (does the sign of the cross fervently) Alis kang bata ka, kung hindi matatamaan ka!!!

So the boy had no choice but to cross the dangerous side of the road in front of the church. He crossed. A fast moving bus came in. There was a blind curve. The boy was protecting his gift inside his shirt, so he was not looking. There was so little time. Andoy died on the spot! A lot of people crowded the poor boy, the body of a lifeless young boy …

Suddenly, out of nowhere a tall man in a pure white shirt and pants, a face so mild and gentle, but with eyes full of tears… He came and carried the boy in His arms. He was crying. Curious bystanders nudged the man in white, and asked,

“Excuse me sir, are you related to this child? Do you know this child?”

The man in white, His face mourning and in agony, looked up and answered,

“He was my best friend …. ” was all he said. He took the badly wrapped gift in the bloody chest of the lifeless boy, and placed it near His heart.

He stood up and carried the boy away and they both disappeared in sight. The crowd was curious …

On Christmas Eve, Father Agaton learned of the shocking news. He visited the house, and wanted to verify about the man in white. He consulted the parents of Andoy.
“How did you know that your son died?”
“A man in white brought him here.” sobbed the mother.
“What did he say?”
The father answered, “He did not say anything. He was mourning. We do not know him and yet he was very lonely about our son’s death, as if he knew our son very well. But there was something peaceful and unexplainable about him. He gave me my son, and then he smiled peacefully. He brushed my son’s hair away from his face and kissed him
on his forehead, then he whispered something …”

“What did he say?”
“He said to my boy…” the father began, “Thank you for the gift … I will see you soon …. you will be with me…” and the father of the boy continued, “and you know for a while, it felt so wonderful … I cried, but I do not know why…..all I know is I cried tears of joy … I could not explain it, Father, but when that man left, something peaceful came over me, I felt a deep sense of love inside … I could not explain the joy in my heart, I knew my boy is in heaven now but…tell me, Father, who is this man that my son talks to everyday in your church, you should know because you are always there … except at the time of his death….”

Father Agaton suddenly felt the tears welling in his eyes, with
trembling knees, he murmurred, ” …. He was talking to no one ….. but .. GOD….”

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A Filipino walks into a bank in
New York City and asks for the loan officer.
He tells the loan officer that he is going to the Philippines on business for two weeks and needs to borrow $5,000.
SS NISANTHA
The bank officer tells him that the bank
will need some form of security for the loan,
so the Filipino hands over the keys
and documents of new Ferrari parked
on the street in front of the bank.
He produces the title and everything checks out.
The loan officer agrees to accept the car as collateral for the loan.

The bank’s president and its officers all enjoy a good laugh at the Filipino
for using a $250,000 Ferrari as collateral against a $5,000 loan.

An employee of the bank then drives the Ferrari into the bank’s
underground garage and parks it there.

Two weeks later, the Filipino returns,
repays the $5,000 and the interest, which comes to $15.41.
The loan officer says,
“Sir, we are very happy to have had your business,
and this transaction has worked out very nicely,
but we are a little puzzled.
While you were away,
we checked you out and found that you are a multi millionaire.
What puzzles us is, why would you bother to borrow “$5,000”?

The Filipino replies:
“Where else in New York City can I park my car for two weeks for only $15.41
and expect it to be there when I return’”

Ah, the mind of the Filipino…