The “Funny Money” the Goes A Long, Long Way

The “Funny Money” that Goes A Long, Long Way

By Apolinario Villalobos

 

The “funny money” comes from “Perla”, a kind-hearted Filipina benefactor based in America. She earns the money from her translation “sideline”, as she is on a regular call to interpret for Filipinos with cases being heard in court, and who have difficulty in speaking English. The “funny” is her lingual concoction for the job that she did not seek, but in a way, accidentally came her way. She has been consistently supporting my RAS (random acts of sharing) which started when she learned of my RAS from my blogs about such advocacy.

 

What is really funny is the reaction of friends who keep on asking where some of my fund comes from, as if suspecting me to push drugs just to earn extra. They just cannot believe that somebody would send money for total strangers who are in dire need for help. When I add that there was also a time when another friend in London sent money, and still another in America sent a “blessing” through her “balikbayan” sister, their eyes get bigger in disbelief. In exasperation, I just tell them that it is very difficult for somebody to understand the sharing that others are doing if he or she does not have the same advocacy in life….or if he or she does not extend a hand to others as a habit. As expected, these fence-sitting friends fail to get what I mean. The problem with some people is that, they are used to seeing “charitable acts” done only by people who wear t-shirts emblazoned with their mission.

 

Perla drives or commutes to courts or hospitals where her service as translator is needed. Her benevolence sometimes bothers me, as I would imagine that she could be left with a little amount or nothing for her own needs. Every time I remind her about that, she would send me a message with typed laughter with an assurance that what she sends me is “funny money” earned accidentally from the job that she has somehow learned to like.

 

The unselfish sharing of Perla always reminds me of the comment of my two “balikbayan” friends who tried to treat me to a lunch. On our way to the restaurant inside a mall, I saw an emaciated mother and her child who was holding on to a black garbage bag half-filled with empty plastic bottles. Both were staring at the customers eating fried chicken at a lunch counter near the aircon van terminal. When I told my friends to go ahead and that I would just follow in a few minutes, as I would like to buy packed lunch for the mother and her child, they told me not to bother, as “we can just pack our left- over for them after our lunch inside the mall”….they meant “doggie bag”. What they said made me adamant and which also made me decide not to join them anymore despite their pleading. When they left, I bought three packed lunch for the three of us – I, the mother and her child, and enjoyed it in the farthest corner of the terminal where we slumped on the floor. That lunch made my day….and, for which was spent part of Perla’s “funny money”.

 

 

 

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Sa Holy Week, Hindi Lang Dapat Mga Batang Gutom ang Pakainin

Sa Holy Week, Hindi Lang Dapat

Mga Batang Nagugutom ang Pakainin

Ni Apolinario Villalobos

 

Ang sinabi ni Cardinal Tagle na sa pangingilin ng mga Kristiyano, isama ang pagpakain sa mga batang gutom…para sa akin ay bitin, kulang. Dapat ay buong pamilya na ang pakainin dahil kung may mga batang gutom, malamang ay gutom din ang kanilang pamilya dahil sa kahirapan, maliban lang kung ang tinutukoy ni Cardinal Tagle ay mga batang kalye na lumayas mula sa kanilang mga tahanan. Sa isang banda, kahit ang tinutukoy ni Cardinal Tagle ay ang batang sumisinghot ng rugby, o mga “batang hamog”, dapat isiping may mga pamilyang gutom din namang nakatira sa bangket at yong iba ay ginawa pang tahanan ang kariton. Hindi lang dapat pagkain ang ibigay sa kanila kundi pati na rin damit at tarpaulin na panglatag sa sementong hinihigaan.

 

Maliban sa tao, sana naman ay isama na rin ng mga nangingilin ang mga hayop na nasa kalye – mga aso at pusang walang mga “tao”, o mga taong nag-aalaga, o walang tahanan inuuwian. Sila ay may mga buhay din naman. Sana ang mga taong nangingilin na naglagay pa ng uling na hugis krus sa noo nang sumapit ang Ash Wednesday ay hindi mandiri sa pag-abot ng pagkain sa aso at pusang tadtad ng galis ang katawan kaya halos mawalan na ng balahibo. Sana ay hindi sila maduwal o masuka kung abutan nila ang mga ito ng mga pinira-pirasong tinapay.

 

At baka, maaari na ring isama ang isa pang nilalang ng Diyos na bahagi na rin ng buhay ng tao – ang mga halaman. Maraming tao ang pabaya sa kanilang mga halaman. Sila ang mga taong ang hangad lang sa pagbili ng mga halaman ay makisabay sa mga kinainggitang kapitbahay, subalit dahil talagang walang hilig, kalaunan ay pinabayaan na nila ang mga kawawang halaman. Itong mga mayayabang kaya ang gutumin at uhawin? Kung ayaw na nilang mag-alaga sa pinagyabang na mga halaman sana ay ipamigay na lang din nila sa mga kapitbahay na hindi nila kinaiinggitan.

 

Kung dapat maging mabait ang mga nangingilin sa mga hayop at halaman sa Holy Week, sana ay bigyan din nila ng puwang sa kanilang dasal ang mga taong ASAL-HAYOP na nagkalat sa Kongreso, Senado, at mga ahensiya ng gobyerno. Sana ay ipagdasal nila ang pagbago ng mga ASAL-HAYOP na mga taong ito upang hindi pa madagdagan pa ang haba ng kanilang mga sungay!

 

Higit sa lahat, sana ang gagawing pangingilin ng mga tao sa taong 2016  ay hindi dahil nakisabay lang sila sa mga kaibigan, kundi dahil bukal sa kanilang kalooban. Hindi sana nila gagawin ang pangingilin para sa mga nagawa nilang kasalanan, kundi upang bigyan din sila ng lakas na mapaglabanan ang tukso sa paggawa ulit ng mga kasalanan. Tuluy-tuloy sana nilang gawin ang pangingilin taon-taon, habang kaya nila hanggang sila ay malagutan ng hininga!

 

 

 

 

Kung Babaguhin ang Ugali, Isama na rin ang Pananaw sa Buhay

Kung Babaguhin ang Ugali, Isama na rin ang Pananaw sa Buhay

Ni Apolinario Villalobos

 

Walang silbi ang pagbago ng pagkatao kung ugali lang ang magbabagong anyo, at ang pananaw sa buhay ay hindi. Ang isang halimbawa ay ang pagbago ng isang lasenggo na nabawasan nga ang pag-inom ng alak subalit hindi pa rin naniniwala sa kahalagahan ng pag-impok para sa kinabukasan….kaya kahit hindi na lasenggo, ay bulagsak pa rin sa pera. Ang ugali ng tao ay tungkol sa mga nakasanayang gawin at sabihin. Kung ang isang tao ay hindi na nga nagmumura pero mapanira pa rin ng kapwa, wala ring silbi an kanyang pagbabago.

 

May mga ugali ring mahirap baguhin dahil lulutang at lulutang ang likas na nakagawiang hindi kayang takpan ng pagpapaka-plastik o pagkukunwari. May mga taong sensitibo sa ugali ng iba kaya nararamdaman nila kung bukal sa kalooban ang sinasabi ng mga kausap nila dahil naipagkakanulo o betrayed sila ng ekspresyon ng kanilang mukha, at kahit ng simpleng galaw ng mata…sa Ingles, ito ang tinatawag na “body language”.

 

Ang paniniwala ay nagsisimula sa isip ng tao at ito ang nagpapakilos ng iba’t ibang bahagi ng katawan. Dalawang lakas ang nakakaapekta sa isip – positibo at negatibo….sa simpleng salita – mabuti at masama. Kung hindi tutugma ang ikinikilos ng isang tao sa kanyang iniisip, “nadudulas” siya sa pagsalita, na kung sa Ingles ay tinatawag na “slip of the tongue”. Ang tawag sa pilit na pagtatakip ng tunay na ugali ay pagkukunwari.

 

Upang maging kapani-paniwala ang pagbabago na ginagawa tuwing Holy Week at Bagong Taon, piliin ang mga ugaling “kayang baguhin”. Hindi kailangang mag-ambisyong maging santo o santa ang isang tao upang mabago ang masama niyang ugali. Kahit hindi siyento por siyentong mababago ang masamang ugali ng isang tao, basta aminin niyang siya ay talagang masama, ito ay katanggap-tanggap na, dahil nangangahulugang alam niya kung ano ang dapat baguhin sa kanyang pagkatao. Sa ganyang paraan, kahit papaano ay mauunawaan ang kanyang pagpipilit  kaysa naman siya ay magpaka-plastik pero madalas namang madulas!!!

The Spirited Anna….with sightless left eye and dimming right one

The Spirited Anna…with sightless left eye

and dimming right one

by Apolinario Villalobos

 

I thought the woman whose name I learned was Anna,  and who was sitting on the pushcart was just too trusting by not counting the money that I gave her for the items that I chose from among her “buraot” items, until she told me that her right eye can barely see while her left eye was totally useless. Her sight had been defective since she was a girl. While growing up, she was desperate and a loner because of her deficiency until she met her husband who took good care of her.

 

Anna and her husband had been selling junk items for more than five years. They would spread their items on a piece of tarpaulin as early as six in the morning along the old railroad track now covered with pavement as early as six in the morning, just when the vegetable wholesalers are packing up. An hour later they would transfer to the corner of the Sto. Cristo St. where I found her. With their four children in tow, her husband would leave her to clean their other “buraot” items in the railroad track.

 

She smilingly told me that she and her husband have been setting aside money for their children from the meager daily earnings. Just like most of the hardworking scavengers of Divisoria, they live on the pushcart…or rather, beside their pushcart that are heaped with their junks at the end of the day. Their children are aged nine, seven, four and three years. Just before noon, she told me that they, already with lunch bought from a makeshift sidewalk eatery, would join her.

 

Our amiable conversation was cut short by a sudden and steady drizzle. I had to help Anna gather her items on their pushcart and cover them with two pieces of tarp that I brought with me, intended to be given to the vendors like her. We stayed on the covered sidewalk, and it was at this time that Anna got worried for her husband and children.  Not long afterward, a guy carrying two children, and two girls huffily came running and joined us.

 

As the pushcart was securely covered, I invited Anna and her family to the Jollibee outlet a few steps away. The eldest girl jumped and gleefully shouted when she heard the name. When we entered, other customers threw us inquisitive stares as the husband of Anna and the kids were dripping wet. It was their first time to enter the establishment and even taste its cheapest Yummy sandwich, but for such a happy occasion, I ordered the regular burger and spaghetti for each of them. While they were enjoying their sandwich, spaghetti, and Coke, they strike a picture of a happy family…of contentment, a far cry from many families that are virtually swimming in affluence, yet, not satisfied a bit. As a practice, I did not take their picture while enjoying their Jollibee meal, for I do not want the photo opportunity to come out as one done in exchange for something. So as not to instigate Anna and her husband to ask questions about me, I stopped asking more questions about their life….that way, I was happy not to be asked for my name, though, before we parted ways, I told them that the snacks were courtesy of a certain “Perla”. I was resolved, however, to see them again.

 

A Friend Gave Life to My Blogging

A Friend Gave Life to My Blogging

By Apolinario Villalobos

 

A friend who is also a blogger in her own right, based in the United States, but a Filipina, gave life to my blogging when she gave me her smart phone, after finding out that I have no camera which should be an important tool of a blogger. I told her that most of my blogs need no photo to support them.

 

It took me a very long time before finally deciding to use the cellphone, but only its camera because it has not yet been “opened” for local use, being registered with a Telcos in America. Most especially, I have no heart in spending a big amount just for that purpose because I am very much comfortable with my old basic phone.

 

Of late, I found out that the cellphone is indeed a big help in supporting my blogs, especially, events such the recent Feast of the Black Nazarene of Quiapo. Also, for people with amazing and inspiring virtues, so that viewers will know how they look like – such as having a seasoned face due to hard work, stooped body due to almost 24/7 toil for the much needed cash, and also for strange sounding names of food. But the said contraption is still a no-no for my random acts of charity.

 

When the same friend read the blog about my laptop lacking a key cover for letter “M”, she immediately sent me a message of her plan to send over a laptop which I respectfully declined because I have no habit of getting rid of things that are still useful to me.

 

My friend is Perla Buhay….by the way, for foreign viewers, “buhay” means “life”. Coincidence?…God works in many splendid ways. Perla also gives life to her financially “dying” relatives and friends, also intellectual nutrients to children “starving” for knowledge with her book donations. So now, viewers know why I keep on praising the All-Knowing God although, I criticize to high heavens His people on earth who “badly manage” churches and manipulate the faith of innocent people.

Ang Laptop Kong Bungi…ka-partner ko sa pagbatikos at pagpuri

Ang Laptop Kong Bungi

…ka-partner ko sa pagbatikos at pagpuri

Ni Apolinario Villalobos

 

Wala siyang teklado para sa letrang “M” subalit subok ang tibay dahil kahit bahayan ng langgam ang mga kalamnan ay hindi sumusurender maski pa maghapong gamitin. Ilang taon din siyang nagtiis sa pagtipa ko sa teklado ng kanyang mga letra at simbolo, yon nga lang, pagdating sa bunging bahagi para sa letrang “M” ay kailangang maingat ang aking pagpindot. Malaki ang utang na loob ko sa laptop na ito dahil lahat ng mga saloobin ko ay kinakaya niyang ipunin…i-absorb, kaya siguro kung mayroon lang siyang bituka baka palagi siyang nagsusuka, o di kaya kung may puso, ay matagal na siyang na-heart attack. Kahit halos mamuwalan na siya sa mga pinapakain kong nakakasuka at nakaka-heart attack na mga isyu, ay hindi siya nanghihina man lang.

 

Ang problema lang ay ang colonial niyang mentality dahil may mga salitang Pilipino na pinagpipilitan niyang baybayin sa Ingles kaya kailangan kong basahin nang paulit-ulit ang mga naisulat niya upang ang “namin” ay hindi maging “naming”, o di kaya ang “hindi maging” ay hindi maging “hind imaging”, ang “letra” ay hindi maging “letre”, at marami pang ibang salitang Pilipino na tinatarantado niya….sutil kasi.

 

Minsan ko na rin siyang nadunggol dahil sa sobrang antok nang bumagsak ang noo ko sa kanya, subalit hindi siya nagreklamo kahit sa pamamagitan ng pag-kuryente man lang sa akin. Nalaman kong nasaktan ko siya nang maramdaman ko sa aking pisngi ang kanyang pag-overheat makalipas ang dalawang oras ng pagkakatulog. Literally, I slept on my laptop! Siguro kung nakakatawa lang ang butiki ay hinalakhakan na ako dahil sa hindi kalayuan ay may nakita akong dalawa na halos hindi gumagalaw dahil siguro nagulat, pero nagpulasan nang tiningnan ko sila ng masama.

 

Hindi mitsa ng buhay ko ang aking mahal na laptop dahil old-fashion siya, luma na kasi, kaya kahit bitbitin ko siyang hubad, ibig sabihin ay hindi nakalagay sa bag, walang magkaka-interes. Parang babae rin na dahil naitatago ng pagka-old fashion ang kanyang ganda, siya ay malayo sa posibilidad na magahasa! Kaya ang mga babae ay hindi dapat magpakita ng motibo o pag-anyaya upang magahasa…magpaka-simple o magpaka-old fashion din kahit minsan….maliban na lang ang mga desperada!

 

Para ring tao ang aking laptop na nag-undergo ng operasyon at pagtapal dahil marami na rin siyang diperensiya maliban sa pagkabungi. Ang dating ayaw pumermanenteng pagtayo ng screen kaya nilalagyan ko pa ng suporta sa likod, ay naremedyuhan ng isang doktor ng mga laptop – may ginalaw sa kasu-kasuan o joints nito kaya nakakatayo na ngayon nang tiyeso. Ang dating sugat sa gilid dahil nabasag ay natapalan na rin ng karton kaya ngayon ay buo na siya – good as new!

 

Ang kuwento ng laptop ko ay maihahalintulad din sa kuwento ng alagang hayop na pinagkakautangan dapat ng loob ng nag-aalaga dahil sa dulot nilang therapeutic relief, o di kaya ay iba pang bagay na napakinabangan para sa araw-araw na pamumuhay. May utang na loob tayo sa kanila. Hindi sila dapat binabale-wala nang basta-basta pagkatapos pagsawaan o kapag nagkaroon ng bago, lalo na ngayong pasko.

 

Hindi din dapat ganyan ang mag-asawa na pagkalipas ng maraming taon ay basta na lang makaramdam ng pagkasawa sa isa’t isa, kaya nagkakanya-kanya na sa pagrampa upang maghanap ng ibang mapagparausan. O di kaya ay ibang mga anak na pagkatapos iluwal ng ina at palakihin ng ama ay walang pakundangan kung sila ay balewalain o ikahiya sa ibang tao dahil walang pinag-aralan o di kaya ay hindi maganda o guwapo tulad ng mga magulang ng mga kaibigan nila, o di kaya ay amoy pawis dahil sa pagtinda sa palengke, hindi tulad ng magulang ng classmate nila na nagtatrabaho sa aircon na opisina.

 

Pairalin natin ang utang na loob. Magbago tayo….bilang pasalubong sa bagong taong 2016!

 

 

 

Baguhin ang mga Ugaling Hindi Maipagmamalaki

Baguhin ang mga Ugaling Hindi Maipagmamalaki

Ni Apolinario Villalobos

 

Taun-taon na lang ay may New Year’s Resolution ang bawa’t isa. Ito ang dahilan kung bakit malakas ang loob ng karamihan sa atin na lumihis ng landas mula unang araw ng Enero hanggang huling araw ng Disyembre…dahil pwede naman daw magsisi bago matapos ang taon.

 

Hindi madaling magbago ng ugaling malalim na ang pagkaugat sa ating pagkatao. Kailangan ang pambihirang disiplina upang magawa ito o di kaya ay isang milagro. Ang masisisi sa ganitong bagay ay mga magulang na nagpabaya dahil hindi nila nadisiplina ang kanilang mga anak habang maliit pa lang sila upang magkaroon ng mga ugaling maipagmamalaki. Ang mga sumusunod ay ilan lamang sa mga ugaling sumisira ng pagkatao:

 

• Ang pagiging batugan na nagreresulta sa katamaran. Nakaugalian ng karamihan na tuwing weekend ay gumising ng tanghali. Ang dahilan ay bumabawi lang dahil buong linggo naman daw ay kayod-kalabaw sila. Dahil sa ganoong pananaw, nahawa sa ganitong ugali ang mga anak na paglaki ay magpapasa rin ng ganitong maling pananaw sa kanilang mga anak. May iba diyan na dahil sa pagkabatugan, tapos nang magluto ng tanghalian ang kapitbahay, sila ay humahagok pa rin sa pagkakatulog.

 

• Ang pagiging abusado sa mga taong tumutulong. Dapat unawain na hindi lahat ng nakakatulong lalo na yong katamtaman lang naman ang uri ng pamumuhay ay palaging nakakaluwag. Ang mga kusa nilang naibabahagi ay ekstra lamang kaya hindi palaging meron sila nito. Ang hirap lang sa ibang naabutan minsan ng tulong, ang gusto ay araw-arawin na ito ng nakatulong, kaya kapag hindi nangyari ang inaasahan nila, sasama na ang loob. Kung ang mga mayayaman nga, maliban na lang ang may mga Foundation, ay minsanan lang kung tumulong, paano pa kaya ang mga nasa “middle class” o yong mga nasa “lower class” subalit may pambihirang ugaling matulungin?

 

• Ang pagiging “sipsip” sa boss. May mga taong sagad-buto na yata ang pagkamakasarili kaya gumagawa ng lahat ng paraan upang umangat lang, kahit pa marami silang natatapakan o nasasagasaan. Ang mga taong ito ay yong klaseng wala naman talagang ibubuga sa trabaho kaya “sumisipsip” na lang sa boss, na halos umabot sa paghimod sa puwet nito, ma-promote lang. Unfair ito sa mga kasama nila sa trabaho na karapat-dapat umangat dahil sa talino at kakayahan.

 

• Ang pagiging pekeng makatao at maka-Diyos. Ang isa pang tawag dito ay kaipukrituhan. Ito ang mga taong umaasa ng “bayad” o “balik” o “sukli”, kapag nag-abot ng tulong sa kapwa. Ito ang mga taong palaging may kamera kapag pumunta sa mga evacuation center o mga lugar na sinalanta ng kalamidad at may mga dala rin namang relief goods. Okey lang kung malakihang operasyon na tulad ng ginagawa ng DSW o di kaya ay mga NGOs dahil dapat may maipakita silang patunay na pinamigay nila ang mga donasyon. Subalit kung kusang “tulong-kaibigan” na hindi naman big-time o malakihan, bakit kailangan pang magkodakan? Ang mga gumagawa nito ay yong may ambisyon sa larangan ng pulitika o nangangarap na maging santo o santa.

 

• Ang pagiging abusado sa katawan. Ang pag-aabuso sa katawan ay nagiging sanhi ng pagkasira ng kalusugan. Ang mga taong abusado sa ganitong bagay ay yong may mga bisyo na kahit alam nang nakakasama ay tuloy pa rin sila sa ginagawa. Nagpapabaya rin sila pagdating sa mga bagay na may kinalaman sa tamang pagkain. Ito ang mga maaarte na ayaw kumain ng gulay halimbawa, dahil hindi nila gusto ang lasa kahit alam nilang mahalaga sa kalusugan, kaya sila ay ginagaya ng mga anak na lumaki na lang sa pagkain ng hot dog at hamburger o piniritong itlog.

 

• Ang pagiging bulagsak sa pera. Ito yong mga taong kung gumastos ay parang wala nang susunod pang mga araw na paggagastusan, kaya kung suwelduhan sila, ang natatanggap tuwing 15/30 ay sandail lang nilang nahahawakan….ang resulta – kung may mga emergency na pangangailangan, hanggang nganga na lang sila!

 

• Ang pagiging palamura. Ang pagmumura ay talagang masama….pagsabihan ba naman halimbawa ang isang tao ng “puta ang ina mo”, o di kaya ay “anak ka ng puta”. Dapat ay baguhin na itong ugali. Kung hindi maiiwasan, putulin na lang ang mga linya…halimbawa, sa halip na “puta ang ina mo” ay sabihin na lang na “…ina mo”, at ang “anak ka ng puta” ay “….anak ka”. Huwag murahin sa Ingles ang mga walang alam sa wikang ito…huwag gawing dahilan ang kawalang kaalaman nila sa Ingles upang paliguan sila ng mga pagmumurang tulad ng, “shit”, “damn it”, “son of a bitch”, etc., dahil baka murahin ka rin sa dialect na hindi mo alam!

 

HAPPY NEW YEAR NA LANG SA MAKAKABASA…..LALO NA ANG NATUMBOK!

John Awatin Walks 1 Kilometer to Serve as Lay Minister

John Awatin Walks 1 kilometer

to Serve as Lay Minister

by Apolinario Villalobos

 

John Awatin lives one kilometer away from the parish church of the Saint Martin de Porres located at Panapaan, Bacoor, and he walks to and from the said church as a Lay Minister. He has been doing the said sacrifice when he was taken in as such in June 6, 2014. But before that, he has been jobless for one year. He did not pursue his seafaring career that gave him ample monthly wage for eight years, due to seizures. Until today, he suffers from ticking of left eye. Fortunately, his seizures are already under control.

 

He was a hardworking guy since he was young, helping their mother do household chores and even going to the market on weekends. He learned how to cook and took charge of the laundry, too…all these he did, being the eldest among the brood of four. Unfortunately, both their parents left them while they were still young.

 

His parents were from Camiguin Island in Mindanao. Both of them were hardworking, a trait which he and his siblings inherited. At a young age, he settled down with Sheena who is now working with the YMCA-Manila. They are happy today with their four “angels” – Sheen, Sean, Nash, and Hans.

 

When John was rejected by manning agencies for seafarers due to his ailment, he was, as expected, so downhearted that he became reclusive. His seizures worsened so that there were times that he would just fall during attacks, despite which he persisted in attending Sunday Mass with his wife. The drugs he took did not help much as he was also emotionally affected. It was at this instance that Jun Kamatoy, a Lay Minister serving at the Saint Martin de Porres parish, thought of convincing him to become a Lay Minister to keep his mind busy.

 

Neighbors were sort of curious how such a guy who suffers from seizures and with a very minimal “exposure” to religious activities could possibly assist the priest during Mass. Practically, Jun Kamatoy risked his credibility when he assured the parish priest that John would be a good Lay Minister. True enough, after passing his orientations with flying colors, he proved his worth for such a religious obligation.

 

As he had no “decent” clothes to wear, Jun Kamatoy also gave him several pairs of pants and undershirts, as well as, a pair of shoes, while Emma Duragos, a crusader of the Holy Face, gave him white long-sleeved shirts, courtesy of her son. A neighbor also gave him another pair of shoes and two more pairs of pants.

 

Since the first day of his service as a Lay Minister, nobody among his neighbors knew that he was walking his way to the church, as well as, in going back home, except when the weather is so bad that he had to take a jeepney. The distance he covers both ways are two kilometers. I found this out myself when I saw him trekking one early morning to the church, while I was on a jeepney on my way to Baclaran. One time, too, I saw him walking under the sun still in his white long sleeved shirt on his way home.

 

When I had the chance to talk to him, I asked about his seizures and he told me that his condition has been fast improving and he feels that he would finally overcome it, although, I have observed that the ticking of his left eye is still very evident. He also keeps himself busy by attending to the needs of their children, humbly accepting his role as a “houseband”. He cooks for them and does the rest of the chores at home. We never mention God or Jesus in our conversations, although, deep in my mind and heart, I know that John is a manifestation of another miracle. At 43, John is a picture of contentment and happiness….

 

 

Volunteerism is in the Heart of my Neighbors, Angie and Hector Garcia

Volunteerism is in the Heart of my Neighbors,

Angie and Hector Garcia

By Apolinario Villalobos

 

Just like the rest of the pioneers in our subdivision, the couple, Angie and Hector Garcia went through the expected hardship of living in an unfamiliar new-found home, which in our case is Cavite, used to be known for notoriety – unsafe as many alleged. Add to that the difficulty of commuting to Manila because the only way was via the Aguinaldo highway that passes through buzzling public market of Zapote. The Coastal Road during the time was not yet even in the drawing board of the Department of Public Highways. That was during the early part of the 80’s.

 

A “short cut” to our subdivision from the Aguinaldo highway is traversed by a creek, deep and wide enough to be classified as a river. Several bamboo poles that were laid across the creek served as the early bridge, that was later “upgraded” to a safer one made of two electric poles floored with planks. During the early years the creek did not overflow, however, the constant reclamation of both banks constricted the flow of water that resulted to flash floods which did not spare our subdivision. These instances brought out the innate character of our neighbors that hinged on volunteerism.

 

As the home of Angie and Hector Garcia is situated right at the western entrance of the subdivision where the creek is situated, the homeowners’ association’s heavy duty rope was used to be left in their custody. They would bring it out when flood occurred so that those who would like to take the risk of crossing the bridge would have something to hold on to as they gingered their way through waist-deep flood. A heavy rain for three to four hours would put every homeowner on the alert as the heavy downpour usually triggered a flood. Angie and Hector would miss precious sleeping hours as they waited for the right moment to bring out the long heavy rope, one end of which would be tied to the post of the bridge while the other end would be entwined around the iron grill of their fence or gate. If the flood occurred at night till dawn, we would wake up in the morning with the rope already in place to serve as our “life line” to the other side of the overflowing creek.

 

The couple also took pains in cleaning the vacant area behind the subdivision’s Multi-purpose Hall and planted it to medicinal plants and mango tree which also provided shade. Vegetables were planted, too, aside from medicinal herbs for everybody’s taking in time of their need. The early morning as the sun rises would also see them sweeping the street in front of their house.

 

The leadership qualities of the couple, made their neighbors trust them. Hector had a stint as the president of the Homeowners’ Association, while Angie kept in her custody whatever meager earnings of the association from renting out the Multi-purpose Hall and monthly dues, aside from the collected Mass offerings, until clear-cut procedures were finally established during which she turned over the responsibility to the Homeowners’ Association’s Treasurer.

 

Angie is a cancer survivor having had a mastectomy, but despite her situation, she patiently endured the rigorous travel to Naujan, Mindoro with Hector to regularly check their “farm” which they planted to fruit-bearing trees. When I asked them one time why they take pains in maintaining such far-off farm instead of purchasing another either in Silang or Alfonso, both in Cavite, they confided that they have already “fallen in love” with their investment. Their love for the farm truly shows in their robust physique despite their age of sixtyish. I just imagine that perhaps, if they stop commuting to and from Naujan, Mindoro, weed their farm, and take care of the growing saplings,  their health would deteriorate as usually happens to people who cannot stand being idle.

 

The couple has three daughters, all successful in their chosen fields of endeavor. And, one of them is serving the Homeowners’ Association as Treasurer.

 

Napansin ko lang…

Napansin ko lang….

ni Apolinario Villalobos

 

 

Bago ako nag-facebook at nagbukas ng iba pang websites, sa email ako umasa sa pagbabahagi ng mga isinulat ko. Napansin ko kasing may nagpapadala sa akin ng mga salawikain, tula/poem, at mga kuwento sa email, kaya naisip ko na baka kumalat din ang mga isinulat ko sa tulong nila. May mga messages pang idinidikit ang mga nagpapadala na: “great essay for our spiritual growth”, “nice essay, please share with friends”, “great message in poetry to help the distressed”, etc. Napansin kong ang mga ipinapadala nila ay isinulat ng mga foreigner. Okey lang yong quotes galing sa Bibliya.  Nagkaroon ako ng ideya na sumubok magpadala sa mga ka-email ng mga ginawa ko – maraming beses…sa awa ng Diyos ay may pumansin at ako ay natuwa – dahil marami sila, more than one…. apat sila!

 

May isang kaibigan na nag-suggest na gumawa ako ng poem tungkol sa pakikipagkapwa pero ang ilagay kong pangalan bilang author ay ka-email niyang manunulat din pero Amerikano, na pumayag naman pagkatapos marinig ang layunin namin. Bago ko ikinalat, pinadala ko muna sa Amerikano ang poem para sa approval niya. At tulad ng inaasahan, medyo marami ang pumansin at malugod pang nagkomento, ibig sabihin ay binigyan nila ng pansin ang poem dahil siguro foreigner ang sumulat.  Mula noon hindi na ako nagpadala ng mga ginawa ko via email.

 

Napansin ko rin na habang lumalawak at nagiging prangka ang ibinabahagi ko, unti-unti ring nababawasan ang mga kaibigan ko. Noong mga araw na limitado sa kalikasan, buhay ng tao, at pagtulong sa kapwa na may kasamang spiritual message ang poems, tula, at sanaysay na ibinabahagi ko sa facebook, may” ilang” pumupuri at nagla-like man lang. Yong iba ngang inaasahan kong mga “kaibigan” na makakapansin ay ni hindi nagpaparamdam kung nababasa nila, ganoong may facebook naman sila at naka-public naman ako. Kung sabagay karapatan nilang hindi mag-like o mag-comment kung ayaw nila sa mga isinulat ko lalo pa siguro at natumbok sila ng message kaya guilty at nagalit sa akin. Subalit ang matinding kaplastikan ay kung sabihin nila sa akin kung mag-usap kami sa cellphone o magkita na, “ang galing mo”…para tuloy gusto ko silang sagutin ng, “neknek mo!” Ilan lang naman sila na ganito ang ugaling nabisto ko.

 

Nang isama ko sa mga isinusulat ko ang korapsyon sa pulitika at edukasyon, at pagbatikos sa mga pekeng Kristiyano, ang iilan na nga lang na nagla-like ay nawala pa…subali’t sa awa ng Diyos ay napalitan naman ng iilan pa rin, na sa tingin ko ay may mas malawak na pang-unawa. May kapwa ko blogger na tumulong sa akin sa pagbukas ng ibang sites upang malagyan ng mga ibinabahagi ko pagkatapos niyang marinig ang kuwento ko, sayang din naman daw kasi kung sa facebook lang ako maglalagay.

 

Ang ikinababahala ko lang ay baka lumalaganap na itong sakit sa ugali na gusto kong tawaging “crab mentality syndrome” na laganap din sa mga opisina at umaatake sa mga empleyadong umaasa lang sa paninira ng co-employees at paninipsip sa boss upang umasenso. Isa rin siguro itong sakit na gusto kong tawaging “not me syndrome” na umaatake sa mga mapagkunwaring natumbok na ng pangungunsiyensiya ay deny to death pa rin.

 

Subalit nauunawaan ko pa rin na ang facebook ay para lang dapat sa mga “photos”. Sa pangalan ng site na “facebook” ay dapat nga lang talaga na para ito sa mga “retrato ng mukha”, pero pinalusutan ng mga gustong mag-share ng quotes kaya ini-frame nila ang mga ito. At, ito ang inaasahan ng ilang mga “viewers”, hindi “readers”. Napansin ko lang naman…kaya titigil na ako at baka may atakehin na sa puso dahil sa sobrang inis!