When Friendship is Falsified and Abused

When Friendship is Falsified and Abused

By Apolinario Villalobos

 

Friendship can be tagged with related words such as congeniality, hospitality, love, trust, intimacy and many more synonyms that go with positive relationship between two and among many people.

 

The problem with some people is that they do not have the common sense of assessing their capacity to manifest friendship to the point of falsifying it, so that at the end, they feel bad if they think their congeniality has been abused. At the start, they should have restrained themselves from giving hints to others that their being “accommodating” is limitless.

 

Manifestation of friendship may vary according to the degree of closeness and trust that one would like to show to their friends. In this regard, some friends may just be good for drinking sprees, some as buddies who can be trusted even with personal problems, some as sources of financial support, some as “escorts” in elitist occasions or ballroom dancing and some may be fortunately treated as best friends forever or “bff”.

 

On the other hand, some people abuse the friendship shown to them, especially, on the aspect of finances. They assume that because of friendship, they can always borrow money from their rich friends without even the courtesy of an excuse if they failed to pay back on time, though most often, they really have no intention of doing such. Some also, practically exploit their “friends” whose social status is lesser than theirs, by treating them as some kind of servants whose usefulness is good in doing errands, driving them around, cooking for them during special occasion at home, etc, but never brought along to discriminatory  parties of elite colleagues.

 

There are “true friends”, no doubt about that, but we should try to understand the extent of the sincerity in such kind of relationship. We should not feel bad, therefore, if we find out that we are left out during some occasions, or we do not know some goings on, finding them out only in photos posted on facebook. In other words, as already aforementioned, a person has a “fitting role” to play in the life of his or her friends depending on their need, and the former’s skill or character. That is a fact that should be accepted, for a Biblical legend says that even God has His own “chosen people”….His “true and trusted friends”….but who, at the end, betrayed His trust!

 

Nevertheless, one sure occasion that all kinds of friends can really bond together is the school reunion during which, even “enemies” during school days embrace, kiss and shed tears of excitement and joy that overshadow boxing and kicking bouts, spats and hair pulling incidents in the past!

 

 

Allan: Taho Vendor na Nag-aruga at Nagmahal ng Batang Anak sa Pagkakasala ng Misis

Allan: Taho Vendor na Nag-aruga at Nagmahal

Ng Batang Anak sa Pagkakasala ng Misis

Ni Apolinario Villalobos

 

Madaling araw nang makasakay ko si Allan Recato sa jeep papuntang Baclaran.  Masuwerte siya at pinasakay siya ng drayber ng jeep dahil ang iba ay ayaw sa mga magtataho na ang dalawang timbẳ ay kumakain ng malaking espasyo na ayaw ng ibang pasahero. Galing Cavite ang jeep na iilan lang ang sakay. Dahil magkaharap kami, naramdaman ko ang ang mainit na singaw ng taho mula sa timbẳ nitong stainless na ang bigat ay mahigit 30 kilo.

 

Payat si Allan kaya hindi ko napigilan ang sarili kong magtanong kung okey lang siya. Nakangiti siyang sumagot na okey lang naman dahil mahigit 18 taon na niyang pinagtitiyagaan ang pinagkikitaan niyang ito. Sa kabubusisi ko ay nalaman kong apat ang anak niya pero nang tanungin ko kung ano ang trabaho ng misis niya, hindi agad siya sumagot. Bandang huli ay sinabi niyang “inabandona” sila ng misis niya dahil nakakita na ng bagong asawa sa abroad…sa Gitnang Silangan. Wala na silang kontak sa isa’t isa.

 

Naging palagay yata ang loob niya sa akin kaya tuluy-tuloy lang ang pagbigay niya ng impormasyon tungkol sa pamilya niya kaya nalaman ko rin na ang panganay niya ay 17 taong gulang na at ang gusto ay maging nurse. Ang sumunod na dalawa, 13 at 12 taong gulang ay inabot ng K-12 program kaya pinag-iipunan naman niya ang pang-matrikula. At, ang bunsong 6 na taong gulang ay nasa elementarya pa. Habang nagsasalita siya ay kinunan ko siya ng litrato dahil pumayag naman, pero bago yon ay talagang inamin kong balak kong isulat ang makulay niyang buhay. Naputol ang usapan namin nang bumaba ako sa kanto ng MIA Road.

 

Habang naglalakad ako papunta sa bahay ng kaibigan kong nakaratay upag hatiran ng mga pagkain at diaper, ay naalala kong hindi pala kami nagpalitan ng celfon number, lalo pa at naramdaman kong parang may gusto pa akong dapat malaman.

 

Kagustuhan yata ng Diyos na maisulat ko talaga ng maayos ang buhay ni Allan dahil pagkagaling ko sa kaibigan ko at sumakay ng jeep papuntang Baclaran, nadatnan ko siyang nakatayo malapit sa LRT station. Upang hindi na magkalimutan, nagpalitan agad kami ng numero, at noon ko nalaman na hindi pala talaga siya taga-Las Piἧas, kundi taga-Pasay. Pumupunta lang pala siya sa Las Piἧas tuwing madaling araw upang humango ng taho upang ibenta, at ginagawa niya ito dalawang beses sa maghapon. Pagbaba niya ng Baclaran ay naglalakad na siya papuntang Taft Avenue sa Pasay hanggang makarating sa Vito Cruz, sa Malate na bahagi na ng Maynila.

 

Sa pag-uusap namin uli, humingi siya ng tulong kung paanong matunton ang misis niya na ang pagkaalam niya ay kung ilang beses na nagpalit ng pangalan. Ipinakita niya sa akin ang larawan ng misis niya at lalaking kinakasama nito. Walang kagatul-gatol ding inamin niyang ang bunso niyang anak ay hindi niya talagang tunay na anak kundi anak ng misis niya sa bagong lalaking kinakasama. Umuwi lang pala ito noon nang mabuntis at upang sa Pilipinas isilang ang anak niya sa pagkakasala. Akala ni Allan ay magbabago ang misis niya pagkatapos maisilang ang bata, subalit, nang mailuwal ay iniwan na silang tuluyan. Masakit man, ay tinanggap na lang niya ang kanyang kapalaran. Pinipilit na lamang niyang igapang ang pangangailangan nilang mag-aama, pero para sa kursong nursing ng kanyang panganay, hihingi daw siya ng tulong sa kanyang dalawang kapatid.

 

Kaya pala noong sa jeep pa lang kami nag-uusap, parang may gusto pang sasabihin si Allan sa akin subalit bigla akong bumaba. Mabuti na lang din at parang may lakas na tumugaygay sa akin patungo sa LRT kung saan siya nakapuwesto na parang hinintay lang ako, dahil pagkatapos naming mag-usap ay umalis na rin siya upang ituloy ang paglako ng taho. Sa Ingles, ang tawag yata sa ganoong uri ng lakas  ay “Divine Providence”.

 

Sa gulang na 41 taon, bakas sa mukha ni Allan ang mga hagupit ng kapalaran kaya sa biglang tingin ay mukha siyang mahigit nang 60 taong gulang, lalo pa’t halos puti na rin ang kanyang buhok. Nang maghiwalay kami uli ay pinalakas ko ang kanyang loob at nangakong magkikita uli kami upang makilala rin ang kanyang mga anak. Habang naglalakad akong palayo ay pinagdasal ko na lang na sana ay huwag siyang magkasakit dahil ang tingin ko ay parang bumabagsak na ang kanyang katawan na nakikita sa sobra niyang kapayatan.

 

 

 

Fr. Eric I. Santos of the Eastern Catholic Church Preaches Where He is Needed Most

Fr. Eric I. Santos of the Eastern Catholic Church

Preaches Where He is Needed Most

By Apolinario Villalobos

 

Fr. Eric is “Fr. Ericson I. Santos, D.D.”, an Eastern Catholic priest who established an “oasis of faith” in the heart of Malumot, a depressed area of Panapaan 7 in Bacoor City. The young priest has gone through trials that saw him start his spiritual career as an Aglipayan priest.

 

He finished his studies in Batac, Ilocos Norte, and in 1999 was ordained as an Aglipayan priest. His first assignment brought him to Olongapo, particularly, the Sta. Rita parish where he preached until 2004. On that same year until 2008, he covered the whole of Zambales and Cavite. In October of 2008, he was elected as Bishop for southern Tagalog diocese. For his consecration, no less than, Bayani Fernando, the popular head of the Metro Manila Development Authority stood as his sponsor, with Bishop Romualdo Badni officiating. The following year, 2009, he was appointed as Auxiliary Bishop of Zambales.

 

Unfortunately, due to unforeseen circumstances that brought about some enlightenment, Fr. Eric made a crucial decision to join the Holy Eastern Catholic Church, particularly, the Metropolitan See of the Philippines and All Asia. From then on, what he started in Malumot began to prosper as he found the community deserving of such spiritual attention.

 

A young spiritual shepherd at the age of 36, Fr. Eric, has been consistent in his advocacy by attending to the needs of the Catholics around the area, reaching out to them, using a motorcycle. He confides that the spiritual offerings of the faithful are in a way “returned” to them through the affordable improvements of the chapel. He derives his personal financial support from being the chaplain of Bacoor city which makes the government then, afford to extend not only the temporal assistance for the constituents, but the spiritual as well. He became known among the people of Bacoor as the priest who dispenses spiritual help with much ease, in spite of distance and time.

 

When I visited Fr. Eric, it was a Holy Thursday during which I witnessed a “pabasa” in their humble chapel. He was a picture of a “true shepherd” who melds with the faithful around him, in his shorts and t-shirt. While we were conversing, groups of children would stop by to kiss his hand or put it on their forehead as a sign of respect. We had an iced chocolate that he bought in the food stall nearby to counter the terrible heat of the early afternoon sun. Just like any Catholic “father” of the parish, he dreams of having the present chapel renovated for the necessary second floor.

 

Malumot is “catch basin” during flood days since time immemorial as it is situated beside a river that easily gets overflowed. Fr. Eric experienced the waist-deep flood since the first day he lived among the people of this area but his resolve was never deterred. He could have just lived comfortably in any subdivision near the area and just conduct regular service in the chapel, but such decision never entered his mind.

Without saying, his act implies that he should suffer with his flock according to his vow of poverty…indeed, an act of a true Catholic priest or Christian shepherd for that matter. May other Christian leaders emulate your ways, Fr. Eric..or, Bishop Eric!…Bacoor City is fortunate to have you!