Freedom of Simplicity (Bo Sanchez)

Happiness is not found outside of you. It doesn't come from cars, clothes, cash, or Caribbean cruises.   Happiness is found within. But how can you find it if you don't have the simplicity of time and space to discover the most important things in your life?

How can you search the depths of your soul if you are too busy impressing others, acquiring wealth, protecting your properties, and paying your debts?

Simplicity is not about the external either: living in a doghouse, eating in Hepatitis joints, wearing rags.

Let me define what it is:

Simplicity is living from the core of your being.

A TREASURE MAP OF HAPPINESS

Simplicity will point to you where and what and who the gold is in your life. Let me share with you the seven powerful lessons I've learned on simple living:


1. LIVE ON LESS, AND DELIGHT IN THEM MORE

Some take their pleasure dining in classy restaurants, trips to Europe, and owning the latest home theatre-equipment. I've chosen the simple path: If I can simply be with my wife, or take a quiet stroll under a canopy of stars, or play with a child, or read a good book in my home, or laugh with friends over a pizza, I consider myself richly blessed.

Focus on what you have and not on what you don't have.


2. STOP RUNNING AND WALK INSTEAD

Here's the truth: The person who has covered the greatest distance does NOT win, but the one who has most enjoyed the journey does. Stop running around chasing your own tail!

Get off your hurried pace and learn to breathe. Replace doing with being. Learn to say NO to invitations, appointments, and commitments, activities and events that will ROB you of your focus. Learn to say "yes" to rest, to tranquility, to quietness.


3. YOU ARE MORE THAN YOUR WEALTH

I own very few things today. Because I am more than the brand of my watch,the logo of my shoes, the name of my car. I believe that if in my soul I deeply respect and value myself, people around me will sense that, and they too, will value and respect me-whether I'm wearing Armani or not.

You are more than your wealth.


4. AVOID BUYING ON CREDIT

I don't believe in borrowing from credit cards. (For convenience, I use one card but I pay the whole amount at the end of each month..) If I need something really bad, I save up for it. Sometimes, at midpoint, I realize I don't really need the darn thing and give up the whole idea. The only exception I feel we should enter into a credit is when buying a non-depreciating item, such as housing or land. I believe we should always live within our earning capacity. Proverbs 22:7 says, "Those who borrow are slaves of moneylenders. "


5. GIVE AS MUCH AS YOU CAN

If I content myself with P250 shirt instead of P4,000 Lacoste, I can help others more. Trust me, there is immense pleasure! You will find that the empty thrill of owning a diamond ring on your finger pales in comparison to the joy of handling a piece of bread to an orphan child.

"And God is able to make all grace abound to you, so that in all things at all times, having all that you need, you will abound in every good work."

 ~ (2 Corinthians 9:8)

The Old Testament of tithing, or giving 10% of your income is a good guideline to follow. The New Testament challenges us to give with a cheerful heart. (When you're cheerful, you may give more than 10%!) Make it a habit.


6. SAVE AS MUCH AS YOU CAN

Saving is essential to being good stewards of the money that God "lends" to us. Saving is an important way of providing for our future-both for our needs and to be generous to others. I recommend that you save at least 10% of your income. I can almost hear you now: "Bo, that's impossible!" Oh yeah? Well, how did you live three years back when your salary was one-half its present amount?" Sacrifice. Many of our needs are actually wants. Is cable TV a need? Will you suddenly die if you can't watch CNN or HBO? Are those new golf clubs essential to your existence? Invest in time deposits, long-term stocks and housing.


7. BUDGET, BUDGET, BUDGET

Make a list of all your monthly expenses, according to categories. Make also a list of irregular expenses-those that don't come monthly. Set up another savings account for these expenses and put in a little money each month. To differentiate this from the savings account, we call ours "freedom account" because it frees us from worrying about them when they suddenly attack. And stick to your budget!


ONE LAST WORD BEFORE WE CLOSE

Balance. Don't take living simply to the extremes! Living simply doesn't mean living in deprivation. There are special days when my wife and I eat in a fancy restaurant. Or, when we splurge into a vacation. Very rare, yes, but my point is that you take living simply NOT as a rigid goal - but as a happy process towards the goals of generosity, inner peace and holiness.

Life As You Want It

Pursue your true mission.



Success is not always about money.



Imagine loving your life.


Assess your priorities.


Who do you want to be?


Cultivate faith in a higher power.


Inspire your family to dream.


Don't let others discourage you.


Claim your dream.

More here. (Source: Beliefnet)

Find the Positive

LOVE

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Try to find something positive about your spouse instead of dwelling on his bad traits. The first thing people say when they lose a loved one is: I wish I could have told him I loved him one last time. So make a habit to say I love you sincerely everyday.

The Power of Prayer

I got this from my dear mentor Rowena, and it was so tuching (hilak napud ko).

The times we felt we are alone and stressed out with problems, we are still blessed. If these people in some parts of the world who thrive even for the basic needs, who we are to complain about our own life's trivialities? It's nothing compared what they have to go through. Young as they are.

Isaiah 65:24

This beautiful story was written by a doctor who worked in Central Africa.

One night I had worked hard to help a mother in the labor ward; but in spite of all we could do, she died, leaving us with a tiny, premature baby and a crying two-year-old daughter.. We would have difficulty keeping the baby alive; as we had no incubator (we had no electricity to run an incubator). We also had no special feeding facilities.

Although we lived on the equator, nights were often chilly with treacherous drafts. One student midwife went for the box we had for such babies and the cotton wool that the baby would be wrapped in. Another went to stoke up the fire and fill a hot water bottle. She came back shortly in distress to tell me that in filling the bottle, it had burst (rubber perishes easily in tropical climates).

'And it is our last hot water bottle!' she exclaimed. As in the West, it is no good crying over spilled milk, so in Central Africa it might be considered no good crying over burst water bottles. They do not grow on trees, and there are no drugstores down forest pathways.

'All right,' I said, 'put the baby as near the fire as you safely can, and sleep between the baby and the door to keep it free from drafts. Your job is to keep the baby warm.'

The following noon, as I did most days, I went to have prayers with any of the orphanage children who chose to gather with me. I gave the youngsters various suggestions of things to pray about and told them about the tiny baby. I explained our problem about keeping the baby warm enough, mentioning the hot water bottle, and that the baby could so easily die if it got chills. I also told them of the two-year-old sister, crying because her mother had died.

During prayer time, one ten-year-old girl, Ruth, prayed with the usual blunt conciseness of our African children. 'Please, God' she prayed, 'Send us a hot water bottle today. It'll be no good tomorrow, God, as the baby will be dead, so please send it this afternoon.'

While I gasped inwardly at the audacity of the prayer, she added, 'And while You are about it, would You please send a dolly for the little girl so she'll know You really love her?'

As often with children's prayers, I was put on the spot. Could I honestly say 'Amen'? I just did not believe that God could do this. Oh, yes, I know that He can do everything; the Bible says so.. But there are limits, aren't there? The only way God could answer this particular prayer would be by sending me a parcel from the homeland. I had been in Africa for almost four years at that time, and I had never, ever, received a parcel from home.

Anyway, if anyone did send me a parcel, who would put in a hot water bottle? I lived on the equator!

Halfway through the afternoon, while I was teaching in the nurses' training school, a message was sent that there was a car at my front door. By the time I reached home, the car had gone, but there on the porch was a large 22-pound parcel. I felt tears pricking my eyes. I could not open the parcel alone, so I sent for the orphanage children. Together we pulled off the string, carefully undoing each knot. We folded the paper, taking care not to tear it unduly... Excitement was mounting. Some thirty or forty pairs of eyes were focused on the large cardboard box.

From the top, I lifted out brightly-colored, knitted jerseys. Eyes sparkled as I gave them out. Then there were the knitted bandages for the leprosy patients, and the children looked a little bored. Then came a box of mixed raisins and sultanas - that would make a batch of buns for the weekend.

Then, as I put my hand in again, I felt the..... could it really be?

I grasped it and pulled it out. Yes, a brand new, rubber hot water bottle. I cried.. I had not asked God to send it; I had not truly believed that He could.

Ruth was in the front row of the children. She rushed forward, crying out, 'If God has sent the bottle, He must have sent the dolly, too!

'Rummaging down to the bottom of the box, she pulled out the small, beautifully-dressed dolly. Her eyes shone! She had never doubted! Looking up at me, she asked, 'Can I go over with you and give this dolly to that little girl, so she'll know that Jesus really loves her?'

'Of course,' I replied!

That parcel had been on the way for five whole months, packed up by my former Sunday school class, whose leader had heard and obeyed God's prompting to send a hot water bottle, even to the equator. And one of the girls had put in a dolly for an African child - five months before, in answer to the believing prayer of a ten-year-old to bring it 'that afternoon'.

'Before they call, I will answer.' (Isaiah 65:24)

Prayer is one of the best free gifts we receive. There is no cost, but a lot of rewards. Let's continue praying for one another. This awesome prayer takes less than a minute.

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Heavenly Father, I ask you to bless my friends reading this. I ask You to minister to their spirit. Where there is pain, give them Your peace and mercy. Where there is self doubting, release a renewed confidence to work through them. Where there is tiredness or exhaustion, I ask You to give them understanding, guidance, and strength. Where there is fear, reveal Your love and release to them Your courage. Bless their finances, give them greater vision, and raise up leaders and friends to support and encourage them.. Give each of them discernment to recognize the evil forces around them and reveal to them the power they have in You to defeat it. I ask You to do these things in Jesus' name. Amen.

Taxi

When was the last time you made an extra ordinary move just to help someone? In one of my posts, it's about the people who helped us. Now, it's our time to help. When was the time you helped that you did not expect anything in return?

TAXI

I arrived at the address where someone had requested a taxi. I honked but no one came out. I honked again, nothing. So I walked to the door and knocked.

'Just a minute', answered a frail, elderly voice. I could hear something being dragged across the floor.

After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her 90's stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940s movie.

By her side was a small nylon suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets..

There were no clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils on the counters. In the corner was a cardboard box filled with photos and glassware.

'Would you carry my bag out to the car?' she said.

I took the suitcase to the cab, and then returned to assist the woman. She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb.

She kept thanking me for my kindness. 'It's nothing', I told her. 'I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother treated'....

'Oh, you're such a good boy', she said. When we got in the cab, she gave me an address, and then asked, 'Could you drive through downtown?'

'It's not the shortest way,' I answered quickly. 'Oh, I don't mind,' she said. 'I'm in no hurry. I'm on my way to a hospice'.

I looked in the rear-view mirror. Her eyes were glistening.

'I don't have any family left,' she continued. 'The doctor says I don't have very long.'

I quietly reached over and shut off the meter.

'What route would you like me to take?' I asked.

For the next two hours, we drove through the city. She showed me the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator.

We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when they were newlyweds. She had me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl.

Sometimes she'd ask me to slow in front of a particular building or corner and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing.

As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, 'I'm tired. Let's go now'.

We drove in silence to the address she had given me. It was a low building, like a small convalescent home, with a driveway that passed under a portico.

Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up. They were solicitous and intent, watching her every move. They must have been expecting her.

I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door. The woman was already seated in a wheelchair.

'How much do I owe you?' she asked, reaching into her purse. 'Nothing,' I said.

'You have to make a living,' she answered. 'There are other passengers,' I responded..

Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug. She held onto me tightly. 'You gave an old woman a little moment of joy,' she said. 'Thank you..'

I squeezed her hand, and then walked into the dim morning light. Behind me, a door shut. It was the sound of the closing of a life. I didn't pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly lost in thought. For the rest of that day, I could hardly talk. What if that woman had gotten an angry driver, or one who was impatient to end his shift? What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away? On a quick review, I don't think that I have done anything more important in my life.

We're conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments. But great moments often catch us unaware-beautifully wrapped in what others may consider a small one.

Wet Pants

Isn't it nice that sometimes, our angels comes in the name of the people around us? That most of the time, we do not know the angels that God send us, not until we realize it later, or sometimes, we never did, but they usually come to rescue us - remember those times? This is one example.

There is a nine-year-old kid sitting at his desk and all of a sudden, there is a puddle between his feet and the front of his pants are wet. He thinks his heart is going to stop because he cannot possibly imagine how this has happened. It's never happened before, and he knows that when the boys find out he will never hear the end of it. When the girls find out, they'll never speak to him again as long as he lives...

The boy believes his heart is going to stop; he puts his head down and prays this prayer, 'Dear God, this is an emergency! I need help now! Five minutes from now I'm dead meat.'

He looks up from his prayer and here comes the teacher with a look in her eyes that says he has been discovered.

As the teacher is walking toward him, a classmate named Susie is carrying a goldfish bowl that is filled with water. Susie trips in front of the teacher and inexplicably dumps the bowl of water in the boy's lap.

The boy pretends to be angry, but all the while is saying to himself, 'Thank you, Lord! Thank you, Lord!'

Now all of a sudden, instead of being the object of ridicule, the boy is the object of sympathy. The
teacher rushes him downstairs and gives him gym shorts to put on while his pants dry out. All
the other children are on their hands and knees cleaning up around his desk. The sympathy is
wonderful . But as life would have it, the ridicule that should have been his has been transferred to someone else - Susie.

She tries to help, but they tell her to get out. You've done enough, you klutz!'

Finally, at the end of the day, as they are waiting for the bus, the boy walks over to Susie and
whispers, 'You did that on purpose, didn't you?'

Susie whispers back, 'I wet my pants once too..'

HANDBOOK 2010

This may be a resolution of sort.

Health:
1. Drink plenty of water. (This is really important. Water IS the universal solvent, and drinking goes extra mile when it comes to overall health.)
2. Eat breakfast like a king, lunch like a prince and dinner like a beggar. (I'm still trying to do this, but all I've been doing is Brunch and dinner.)
3. Eat more foods that grow on trees and plants and eat less food that is manufactured in plants. (green salads with lemon zest and olive oil...not really my type; I'm more of green salads with oriental dressing)
4. Live with the 3 E's -- Energy, Enthusiasm and Empathy.
5. Make time to pray. (I make time to pray, but I promise to pray the rosary more, I just felt the need to make good with my prayers, a longing to fill the void of solitary being away from home)
6. Play more games.
7. Read more books than you did in 2009. (Yes, I will definitely read more books and LESS net surfing)
8. Sit in silence for at least 10 minutes each day
9. Sleep for 7 hours. (That's an additional 1 hour of my usual)
10. Take a 10-30 minutes walk daily. And while you walk, smile.

Personality:
11. Don't compare your life to others. You have no idea what their journey is all about. (I believe in this, to each his own and just be thankful for the things that is in your hands at this point in time)
12. Don't have negative thoughts or things you cannot control. Instead invest your energy in the positive present moment. (This I got to convince and practice myself. Sometimes, staying at home subconsciously making me anxious and the negative thoughts lurks. Go away!)
13. Don't over do. Keep your limits. (Yeah, limit computer use, don't overdo household chores and make time to rest)
14. Don't take yourself so seriously. No one else does.
15. Don't waste your precious energy on gossip. (yeah, but sometimes, I can't help it, so I do it sometimes WITH hubby)
16. Dream more while you are awake. (Daydreaming is good for mental health, but too much isn't so limit your intake of daydreaming)
17. Envy is a waste of time. You already have all you need.
18. Forget issues of the past. Don't remind your partner with His/her mistakes of the past. That will ruin your present happiness. (Yeah, right. So when there are times you're fuming, don't talk. Run instead or do the housework faster than usual)
19. Life is too short to waste time hating anyone. Don't hate others.
20. Make peace with your past so it won't spoil the present.
21. No one is in charge of your happiness except you.
22. Realize that life is a school and you are here to learn. Problems are simply part of the curriculum that appear and fade away like algebra class but the lessons you learn will last a lifetime. (True, but...I don't really like algebra)
23. Smile and laugh more. (Just make sure there's something to laugh about)
24. You don't have to win every argument. Agree to disagree. (Agree to disagree - be humble)

Society:
25. Call your family often.
26. Each day give something good to others.
27. Forgive everyone for everything..
28. Spend time w/ people over the age of 70 & under the age of 6.
29. Try to make at least three people smile each day.
30. What other people think of you is none of your business. (It's so none my business, but sometimes, we make it our business, don't we? Especially if it's your inlaws, awww)
31. Your job won't take care of you when you are sick. Your friends will. Stay in touch. (Hello friends, how are you doing?)

Life:
32. Do the right thing!
33. Get rid of anything that isn't useful, beautiful or joyful. (Something's wrong here, what if it's my face?)
34. GOD heals everything.
35. However good or bad a situation is, it will change..
36. No matter how you feel, get up, dress up and show up.
37. The best is yet to come.
38. When you awake alive in the morning, thank GOD for it. (Always)
39. Your Inner most is always happy. So, be happy.

Daddy's Empty Chair

A man's daughter had asked the local minister to come and pray with her father. When the minister arrived, he found the man lying in bed with his head propped up on two pillows. An empty chair sat beside his bed. The minister assumed that the old fellow had been informed of his visit.

"I guess you were expecting me, he said. 'No, who are you?" said the father.

The minister told him his name and then remarked,” I saw the empty chair and I figured you knew I was going to show up."

"Oh yeah, the chair," said the bedridden man.

"Would you mind closing the door?" Puzzled, the minister shut the door.

"I have never told anyone this, not even my daughter," said the man.

"But all of my life I have never known how to pray. At church I used to hear the pastor talk about prayer, but it went right over my head."

I abandoned any attempt at prayer," the old man continued, " until one day four years ago; my best friend said to me, "Johnny, prayer is just a simple matter of having a conversation with Jesus.

Here is what I suggest. "Sit down in a chair; place an empty chair in front of you, and in faith see Jesus on the chair.

It's not spooky because he promised, 'I will be with you always'. "Then just speak to him in the same way you're doing with me right now."

"So, I tried it and I've liked it so much that I do it a couple of hours every day.

I'm careful though. If my daughter saw me talking to an empty chair, she'd either have a nervous breakdown or send me off to the funny farm."

The minister was deeply moved by the story and encouraged the old man to continue on the journey. Then he prayed with him, anointed him with oil, and returned to the church.

Two nights later the daughter called to tell the minister that her daddy had died that afternoon.

Did he die in peace?" he asked.

Yes, when I left the house about two o’clock, he called me over to his bedside, told me he loved me and kissed me on the cheek. When I got back from the store an hour later, I found him.

But there was something strange about his death. Apparently, just before Daddy died, he leaned over and rested his head on the chair beside the bed. What do you make of that?"

The minister wiped a tear from his eye and said, "I wish we could all go like that."

God's Way

This was written by a Metro Denver Hospice Physician:

I was driving home from a meeting this evening about 5, stuck in traffic on Colorado Blvd., and the car started to choke and splutter and die - I barely managed to coast , cursing, into a gas station, glad only that I would not be blocking traffic and would have a somewhat warm spot to wait for the tow truck. It wouldn't even turn over. Before I could make the call, I saw a woman walking out of the quickie mart building, and it looked like she slipped on some ice and fell into a gas pump, so I got out to see if she was okay.

When I got there, it looked more like she had been overcome by sobs than that she had fallen; she was a young woman who looked really haggard with dark circles under her eyes. She dropped something as I helped her up, and I picked it up to give it to her. It was a nickel.

At that moment, everything came into focus for me: the crying woman, the ancient Suburban crammed full of stuff with 3 kids in the back (1 in a car seat), and the gas pump reading $4.95.

I asked her if she was okay and if she needed help, and she just kept saying 'I don't want my kids to see me crying! ,' so we stood on the other side of the pump from her car. She said she was driving to California and that things were very hard for her right now. So I asked, 'And you were praying?' That made her back away from me a little, but I assured her I was not a crazy person and said, 'He heard you, and He sent me.'

I took out my card and swiped it through the card reader on the pump so she could fill up her car completely, and while it was fueling, walked to the next door McDonald's and bought 2 big bags of food, some gift certificates for more, and a big cup of coffee. She gave the food to the kids in the car, who attacked it like wolves, and we stood by the pump eating fries and talking a little.

She told me her name, and that she lived in Kansas City . Her boyfriend left 2 months ago and she had not been able to make ends meet. She knew she wouldn't have money to pay rent Jan. 1, and finally, in desperation, had called her parents, with whom she had not spok en in about 5 years. They lived in California and said she could come live with them and try to get on her feet there.

So she packed up everything she owned in the car. She told the kids they were going to California for Christmas, but not that they were going to live there.

I gave her my gloves, a little hug and said a quick prayer with her for safety on the road. As I was walking over to my car, she said, 'So, are you like an angel or something?'

This definitely made me cry. I said, 'Sweetie, at this time of year angels are really busy, so sometimes God uses regular people.'

It was so incredible to be a part of someone else's miracle. And of course, you guessed it, when I got in my car it started right away and got me home with no problem. I'll put it in the shop tomorrow to check, but I suspect the mechanic won't find anything wrong.

Sometimes the angels fly close enough to you that you can hear the flutter of their wings...

Psalms 55:22 ' Cast thy burden upon the Lord, and He shall sustain thee. He shall never suffer the righteous to be moved.'

The Light At the End of the Tunnel

My friend Ruby posted this one in her Friendster bulletin board, and I just want to repost this here because this is something I wanted to keep, because reading this made me seek positive thoughts all the time.

"Nothing Is Insurmountable

When our next best course of action seems unclear, any dilemmas we face can appear insurmountable. Yet there is nothing we cannot overcome with time, persistence, focused thought, help, and faith. Whatever the situation or problem, there is always a solution. And if you remember to look within, even as you search around you for the “right” course of action, you will be able to center yourself, clear your mind, and see that nothing has to be impossible.

The first step in overcoming any obstacle is to believe that it can be overcome. Doing so will give you the strength and courage to move through any crisis. The second step is to make a resolution that you can prevail over any chaos. Enlist your support network of family and friends if necessary. The more minds there are to consider a problem, the more solutions can be found. Don’t discount ideas just because they seem impractical or “unrealistic,” and don’t keep searching for the “best” alternative. Often there is no “best” choice, there is only a choice to make so we can begin moving beyond whatever is obstructing our path. At the very least, making a choice, even if isn’t the ideal one, can give you a sense of peace before you have to figure out what your next course of action will be.

If you feel overwhelmed by the scope of your troubles, you may want to think of other people who have turned adversity into triumph. We often gain a fresh perspective when we remember others who have overcome larger obstacles. It can be inspiring to hear of their victories, helping us remember that there is always light at the end of every tunnel. It is during our darkest hours that we sometimes need to remind ourselves that we don’t have to feel helpless. You have within and around you the resources to find a solution to any problem. And remember that if a solution or choice you make doesn’t work, you are always free to try another. Believe that you can get through anything, and you will always prevail."

In life, there are times we feel sad, and at times, we feel anxiety. These things, derived from the unconscious mind, from traumatic experiences, or for just about any thing, can create a havoc in our existence if we allow it to. I've been there, on and off, and getting busy and inspired by people who surrounded me, by reading inspirational thoughts, by remembering how blessed I am made me conquer these negative thoughts every time. We all go through these phases, and the lesson we can extract from it is the fact that it will make us stronger, and become reasonable and more caring individuals. And of course, it helps too that we should always remember that everything shall pass...any problems, no matter how insoluble, will pass...

So smile!

As they say: Don't problem your problem, because if you problem your problem, your problem will problem you. Hehehe.

Sandosenang Sapatos

(This story won First Prize, Maikling Kathang Pambata in the 2001 Don Carlos Palanca Memorial Awards for Literature)

SAPATERO SI TATAY. Kilalang-kilala ang mga likha niyang sapatos dito sa aming bayan. Marami ang pumupunta sa amin para magpasadya. Ayon sa mga sabi-sabi, tatalunin pa raw ng mga sapatos ni Tatay ang mga sapatos na gawang-Marikina. Matibay, pulido, at malikhain ang mga disenyo ng kanyang mga sapatos.

Paano mo ba naiisip ang ganyang istilo? Kay ganda!

Siguro, dinadalaw ka ng musa ng mga sapatos at suwelas?

Parang may madyik ang iyong kamay!

Sa lahat ng papuri, matipid na ngingiti lamang si Tatay. Tahimik na tao si Tatay. Bihirang magsalita.

LUMAKI AKONG KAPILING ang mga sapatos na gawa ni Tatay. Madalas ay kinaiinggitan ako ng mga kalaro at kaklase ko. Buti raw at sapatero ang Tatay ko. Lagi tuloy bago ang sapatos ko kapag pasukan, kapag pasko, kapag bertdey ko, o kung nakatanggap ako ng honors sa klase. Ginagawan pa niya ako ng ekstrang sapatos kapag may mga tira-tirang balat at tela. Buti ka pa Karina, laging bago ang sapatos mo. Ako, lagi na lang pamana ng ate ko. Sa 'kin napupunta lahat ng pinagkaliitan n'ya, himutok ng isang kaklase.

Nasa Grade II na ako nang muling magbuntis si Nanay. Kay tagal naming hinintay na magkaroon ako ng kapatid. Sabi ng Lola ko, sinagot na raw ang matagal nilang dasal na masundan ako.

Naku, magkakaroon na pala ako ng kahati sa mga sapatos! Pero di bale, dalawa na kaming igagawa ni Tatay ng sapatos ngayon.

Habang nasa tiyan pa si baby, narinig kong nag-uusap sina Tatay at Nanay. Nagpa-check up ako kanina. Sabi ng doktora, babae raw ang magiging anak natin!

Talaga! Kung babae nga, pag-aralin natin ng ballet. Gusto kong magkaanak ng ballet dancer! Ngayon pa lang ay pag-aaralan ko nang gumawa ng mga sapatos na pang-ballet.

PERO HINDI LAHAT ng pangarap ni Tatay ay natupad. Nagulat kaming lahat nang makita ang bago kong kapatid. Wala itong paa. Ipinanganak na putol ang dalawang paa!

Nakarinig kami ng kung ano-anong tsismis dahil sa kapansanan ng kapatid ko. Siguro raw ay binalak na ipalaglag ni Nanay ang kapatid ko kaya kulang-kulang ang parte ng katawan. Nilusaw raw ng mga mapinsalang gamot ang kanyang mga paa. Isinumpa raw ng mga diwata ng sapatos si Tatay dahil mahal na itong sumingil sa mga pasadyang sapatos. O baka raw ipinaglihi si Susie sa manika.

Nanay, bakit po ba walang paa si Susie?

Nagkaroon kasi ako ng impeksyon anak. Nahawa ako ng German measles habang ipinagbubuntis ko pa lang ang kapatid mo. At iyon ang naging epekto, malungkot na kuwento ni Nanay.

Hindi na magiging ballet dancer ang kapatid ko. Malulungkot si Tatay. Araw-araw, ganun ang naiisip ko kapag nakikita ko ang mga paa ni Susie. Kaya pinilit ko si Nanay na muling pag-aralin ako sa isang ballet school (dati kasi, ayaw kong mag-ballet). Pero...

Misis, bakit hindi n'yo po subukang i-enrol si Karina sa piano, o sa painting, o sa banduria class? Hindi yata talagang para sa kanya ang pagsasayaw, sabi ng titser ko sa Nanay ko. Nalungkot ako. Hindi para sa aking sarili, kundi para kina Tatay at Susie,
at sa mga pangarap na masyadong mailap.

SAKSI AKO KUNG paanong minahal siya nina Tatay at Nanay. Walang puwedeng manloko kay Bunso. Minsan, habang kami ay nagpipiknik sa parke, may isang mama na nakakita kay Susie.

Tingnan n'yo o, puwedeng pang-karnabal yung bata! turo nito kay Susie. Biglang namula si Tatay sa narinig. Tumikom ang mga kamao. Noon ko lang nakitang nagsalubong ang mga kilay ni Tatay. Muntik na niyang suntukin ito.

Ano'ng problema mo, ha?

Mabuti't napigilan siya ni Nanay.

Isang gabi, habang nakahiga kami sa kama, narinig kong kinakausap ni Tatay si Susie.

Anak, hindi baleng kulang ang mga paa mo. Mas mahalaga sa amin ng Nanay mo na lumaki kang mabuting tao at buo ang tiwala sa sarili. Masuyo niya itong hinalikan.

Hindi tumigil si Tatay sa paglikha ng sapatos para sa akin. Pero napansin ko, kapag sinusukatan niya ang paa ko, napapabuntung- hininga siya. Pagkatapos ay titingin sa kuna.

Sayang, Bunso, di mo mararanasang isuot ang magagarang sapatos na gawa ni Tatay bulong ko sa kanya.

LUMAKI KAMI NI Susie na malapit ang loob sa isa't isa. Hindi naging hadlang ang kawalan niya ng paa para makapaglaro kami. Marami namang laro na di nangangailangan ng paa. Lagi nga niya akong tinatalo sa sungka, jackstone, scrabble, at pitik-bulag. Ako ang tagapagtanggol niya kapag may nanghaharot sa kanya. Ako ang tagatulak ng wheelchair niya. Ako ang ate na alalay! Noon ko natuklasan na marami kaming pagkakatulad. Parehong magaling ang aming kamay kaysa aming mga paa. Ako, sa pagpipinta. Siya, sa pagsusulat ng mga kuwento. At oo nga pala, si Tatay, kamay rin ang magaling sa kanya!

MINSAN, GINISING AKO ni Susie. Sabi niya, nanaginip siya ng isang pambihirang sapatos. Napakaganda raw nito sa kanyang mga paa. May paa siya sa panaginip? gulat na tanong ko sa sarili. Maniwala ka, Ate, kay ganda ng sapatos sa panaginip ko. Kulay dilaw na tsarol na may dekorasyong sunflower sa harap!

Magbebertdey siya noon. At napansin ko, tuwing nalalapit na ang kanyang kaarawan, nananaginip siya ng mga sapatos. Ate, nanaginip na naman ako ng sapatos. Kulay pula ito na velvet at may malaking buckle sa tagiliran.

Binanggit din niya sa akin ang sapatos na kulay asul na bukas ang dulo at litaw ang mga daliri niya. Ang sapatos na puti na may kaunting takong at may ribbon na pula. Ang sapatos na yari sa maong na may burdang buwan at mga bituin. Ang sandalyas na parang lambat. Ang kulay lilang sapatos na may nakadikit na bilog na kristal sa harap.

Manghang-mangha ako sa kung paanong natatandaan niya maski ang pinakamaliliit na detalye ng mga sapatos - ang disenyong bulaklak, ribbon, butones, sequins, beads, o buckle. Inaangkin niya ang mga sapatos na 'yon. Ate, paglaki ko, susulat ako ng mga kuwento tungkol sa mga sapatos na napapanaginipan ko. Ikaw ang magdodrowing, ha??

PAGLIPAS PA NANG ilang taon, namahinga na si Tatay sa paglikha ng mga sapatos. Gumagawa na lamang siya ng sapatos para sa mga suking di matanggihan. Noong nagdaos siya ng kaarawan, niregaluhan ko siya ng isa kong painting na may nakapintang isang pares ng maugat na kamay na lumilikha ng sapatos. Binigyan naman siya ni Susie ng isang music box na may sumasayaw na ballet dancer.

Pinasaya n'yo ang Tatay n'yo, sabi ni Nanay.

Pagkatapos noon, naging masasakitin na siya. Labindalawang taon si Susie nang pumanaw si Tatay.

ISANG ARAW, HINDI sinasadya'y napagawi ako sa bodega. Naghahalungkat ako ng mga lumang sapatos na puwedeng ipamigay sa mga bata sa bahay-ampunan. Sa paghahalughog, nabuksan ko ang isang kahong mukhang matagal nang hindi nagagalaw. Naglalaman ito ng maliliit na kahon. Mga kahon ng sapatos na maingat na nakasalansan!

Para kanino ang mga sapatos? May umorder ba na hindi nai-deliver? ? tanong ko sa sarili.

Pero nang masdan ko ang mga pares ng sapatos na yon, nagulat ako. Taglay ng mga sapatos ang pinakamahuhusay na disenyo ni Tatay. Iba-iba ang sukat nito. May sapatos na pang-baby. May sapatos na pambinyag. May pang-first communion. May pangpasyal. May pamasok sa eskuwelahan. May pangsimba. May sapatos na pang-dalagita.

Lalo akong nagulat nang mabasa ang kanyang dedication sa nakasabit na papel:

Para sa pinakamamahal kong si Susie,

Alay sa kanyang unang kaarawan.

Inisa-isa ko ang mga kahon. Lahat ng sapatos na nandoon ay para kay Susie. Diyata't iginagawa ni Tatay si Susie ng mga sapatos?

Para kay Susie, lugod ng aking buhay. Sa pagsapit niya ng ikapitong kaarawan.

Taon-taon, hindi pumalya si Tatay sa paglikha ng sapatos sa tuwing magdaraos ng kaarawan si Susie! Sandosenang sapatos lahat-lahat.

Handog sa mahal kong bunso.

Sa kanyang ika-12 kaarawan.

Napaiyak ako nang makita ang mga sapatos. Hindi ko akalaing ganun pala kalalim magmahal si Tatay. Binitbit ko ang sandosenang sapatos at ipinakita ko kina Nanay at Susie.

H-Hindi ko alam na may ginawa siyang sapatos para sa yo, Susie. Namuo ang luha sa mga mata ni Nanay. Inilihim niya sa akin ang mga sapatos??

A-Ate, ito ang mga sapatos na napanaginipan ko. Hindi makapaniwalang sabi ni Susie habang isa-isang hinahaplos ang mga sapatos.

Ha??

Noon ko lang naalala ang mga sapatos na ikinukuwento ni Susie. Dilaw na tsarol na may dekorasyong sunflower sa harap. Kulay pulang velvet na may malaking buckle sa tagiliran. Asul na sapatos na bukas ang dulo at litaw ang mga daliri. Kulay puti na may kaunting takong at may ribbon na pula. Sapatos na yari sa maong na may burdang buwan at mga bituin. Sandalyas na parang lambat. Kulay lilang sapatos na may nakadikit na bilog na kristal sa harap.

Naisip ko, tinawid kaya ng pag-ibig ni Tatay ang mga panaginip ni Susie para maipasuot sa kanya ang mga sapatos?

Hindi ko tiyak.

Ang tiyak ko lang, hindi perpekto ang buhay na ito. Gaya ng hindi perpekto ang pagkakalikha sa kapatid ko. Pero may mga perpektong sandali. Gaya ng mga sandaling nilikha ni Tatay ang pinakamagagarang sapatos para kay Susie.

Just Reminders

'Never borrow from the future.
If you worry about what may happen tomorrow and it doesn't happen,
you have worried in vain.
Even if it does happen,
you have to worry twice.'

1. Pray
2. Go to bed on time.
3. Get up on time so you can start the day unrushed.
4. Say No to projects that won't fit into your time schedule, or that will compromise your mental health.
5. Delegate tasks to capable others.
6. Simplify and unclutter your life.
7. Less is more. (Although one is often not enough, two are often too many.)
8. Allow extra time to do things and to get to places.
9. Pace yourself. Spread out big changes and difficult projects over time; don't lump the hard things all together.
10. Take one day at a time.
11. Separate worries from concerns . If a situation is a concern, find out what God would have you do and let go of the anxiety . If you can't do anything about a situation, forget it.
12. Live within your budget; don't use credit cards for ordinary purchases.
13. Have backups; an extra car key in your wallet, an extra house key buried in the garden, extra stamps, etc.
14. K.M.S. (Keep Mouth Shut). This single piece of advice can prevent an enormous amount of trouble.
15. Do something for the Kid in You everyday.
16. Carry a Bible with you to read while waiting in line.
17. Get enough rest.
18. Eat right.
19 Get organized so everything has its place.
20. Listen to a tape while driving that can help improve your quality of life.
21. Write down thoughts and inspirations.
22. Every day, find time to be alone.
23. Having problems? Talk to God on the spot. Try to nip small problems in the bud. Don't wait until it's time to go to bed to try and pray.
24. Make friends with Godly people.
25. Keep a folder of favorite scriptures on hand.
26. Remember that the shortest bridge between despair and hope is often a good 'Thank you Jesus .'
27. Laugh.
28. Laugh some more!
29. Take your work seriously, but not yourself at all.
30. Develop a forgiving attitude (most people are doing the best they can).
32. Sit on your ego.
33 Talk less; listen more.
34. Slow down.
35. Remind yourself that you are not the general manager of the universe.
36 Every night before bed, think of one thing you're grateful for that you've never been grateful for before. GOD HAS A WAY OF TURNING THINGS AROUND FOR YOU.

Stories from Chicken Soup for the Soul

Just sharing these stories from Beliefnet subscription, Chicken Soup for the Soul.

Accidental Blessings | A Class Act | A Dream of Green Grass | A Full House | Al Fresco | A Man's Bestfriend | Andrew Hewitt |

Cold Crime |

Dog Sanctuary | Don't Take Away My Coffee |

Gone Fishin |

Hearth Smart |

I Have A Step Wife |

Kitten Capers |

Lessons From My Cat |

Man in the Mirror | Meet Me At the Bridge |

Never High Five Your Cat |

One Second Changed My Life Forever | Operator | Other People's Beds |

Peanut | Praying For Your Enemies |

Quality Time |

Sean Stephenson | Spider Raid |

Tale of the Tail | The Butterfly | The Gentlemen Caller Cat | The Mother Who Matters | There Is A Tree | The Strings That Pulled Me Through |

We Have It All | Without Ever Knowing | Who Are These Strange People |

Check this post from time to time for more stories from Chicken Soup.

Severely Depressed

One time or another, we get into some kind of lonely mode, right? But what if you can't get around your loneliness, and you start feeling so isolated and helpless, physically, mentally, emotionally? Then I guess you're depressed.

DEPRESSION AND SORROW © Mrspants | Dreamstime.com

Conquer Depression

"Mindful meditation, yoga, and cognitive-behavioral therapy are extremely helpful for people with mild to moderate depression. But they don't work for people such as yourself who are suicidal or severely depressed."

I've read in a book (a Dale Carnegie Book) that to stop being depressed is to divert your attention to more useful things like helping others, get busy, think or read positive thoughts. An article from Beliefnet also says that it's 'mind over matter'. So it is.

I've been there. And it was ugly. You always feel fear, at times, it seems to seep too deep it manifests itself physically (thus the psychological pains or 'somatization as they call it), wasting time and money going through different doctors and getting into the trauma of tests to see any abnormalities (thanks God there's none) and going over and over again. Hypochondriac if you may. But, over time, it helps to think and push yourself to see positive, think positive and be positive. Mind over matter, really. (Somatization source: Wikipedia)

When you think you are, then you'll be.

Feel the Breeze!

You know how sometimes it seems that life is just throwing you one curved ball after another? Well, guess what, - you have a great way to respond! - you can use every opportunity, every single one, to be happy. Don't just take a shower - feel into and receive pleasure from the water on your skin. Don't just walk on the street - enjoy the fragrances of the trees and the flowers on your way. Don't just drive your car - sing karaoke to your favorite radio station.

Ok. That's the message I got from FB. I guess it means slow down and take note of the pleasures each new day brings. Don't focus on the bad stuff but on the fact that I have every opportunity to make it better. Hmmm...Good one.

Simple Happiness

They said that happiness is hard to find, but the true nature of happiness comes from within. Not by the things you own or buy, but the choice to be.

One simple way of being happy is getting enough sleep (something I'm not having now) and having some quiet time for the self (without TV or net? - something I'm having a hard time doing). To read more on this, check out 21 Simple Ways to be Happy.

Lost Dog

People who are homeless are not social inadequates.
They are people without homes.

~Sheila McKechnie

This story is one of the many inspiring stories of Chicken Soup for the Soul. One way or another, these stories makes us realize how beautiful it is to live our lives, no matter how unfair it can be.

He looked like a little lost sheep. I saw him down the road as I pulled into my driveway. Seen from a distance his funny gait caused me to wonder just what kind of animal he was. I figured he had to be a stray dog -- one I hadn't seen in the neighborhood before. Continue here.

The Contact Lens

Brenda was almost halfway to the top of the tremendous granite cliff. She was standing on a ledge where she was taking a breather during this, her first rock climb. As she rested there, the safety rope snapped against her eye and knocked out her contact lens . 'Great', she thought.

'Here I am on a rock ledge, hundreds of feet from the bottom and hundreds of feet to the top of this cliff, and now my sight is blurry.'

She looked and looked, hoping that somehow it had landed on the ledge. But it just wasn't there. She felt the panic rising in her, so she began praying. She prayed for calm, and she prayed that she may find her contact lens.

When she got to the top, a friend examined her eye and her clothing for the lens, but it was not to be found. Although she was calm now that she was at the top, she was saddened because she could not clearly see across the range of mountains. She thought of the bible verse 'The eyes of the Lord run to and fro throughout the whole earth.'

She thought, 'Lord, You can see all these mountains. You know every stone and leaf, and You know exactly where my contact lens is. Please help me.'

Later, when they had hiked down the trail to the bottom of the cliff they met another party of climbers just starting up the face of the cliff. One of them shouted out, 'Hey, you guys! Anybody lose a contact lens?'

Well, that would be startling enough, but you know why the climber saw it? An ant was moving slowly across a twig on the face of the rock, carrying it!

The story doesn't end there. Brenda's father is a cartoonist. When she told him the incredible story of the ant, the prayer, and the contact lens, he drew a cartoon of an ant lugging that contact lens with the caption, 'Lord, I don't know why You want me to carry this thing. I can't eat it, and it's awfully heavy. But if this is what You want me to do, I'll carry it for You.'

I think it would do all of us some good to say, 'God, I don't know why You want me to carry this load. I can see no good in it and it's awfully heavy. But, if You want me to carry it, I will.'

God doesn't call the qualified, He qualifies the called.

Special Grocery List

Louise Redden, a poorly dressed lady with a look of defeat on her face, walked into a grocery store.

She approached the owner of the store in a most humble manner and asked if he would let her charge a few groceries.

She softly explained that her husband was very ill and unable to work, they had seven children and they needed food.

John Longhouse, the grocer, scoffed at her and requested that she leave his store at once.

Visualizing the family needs, she said: 'Please, sir! I will bring you the money just as soon as I can.'

John told her he could not give her credit, since she did not have a charge account at his store.

Standing beside the counter was a customer who overheard the conversation between the two. The customer walked forward and told the grocer that he would stand good for whatever she needed for her family. The grocer said in a very reluctant voice, 'Do you have a grocery list?'

Louise replied, 'Yes sir.' 'O.K' he said, 'put your grocery list on the scales and whatever your grocery list weighs, I will give you that amount in groceries.'

Louise hesitated a moment with a bowed head, then she reached into her purse and took out a piece of paper and scribbled something on it. She then laid the piece of paper on the scale carefully with her head still bowed.

The eyes of the grocer and the customer showed amazement when the scales went down and stayed down.

The grocer, staring at the scales, turned slowly to the customer and said begrudgingly, 'I can't believe it.'

The customer smiled and the grocer started putting the groceries on the other side of the scales. The scale did not balance so he continued to put more and more groceries on them until the scales would hold no more.

The grocer stood there in utter disgust. Finally, he grabbed the piece of paper from the scales and looked at it with greater amazement.

It was not a grocery list, it was a prayer, which said:

'Dear Lord, you know my needs and I am leaving this in your hands.'

The grocer gave her the groceries that he had
gathered and stood in stunned silence.

Louise thanked him and left the store. The other customer handed a fifty-dollar bill to the grocer and said; 'It was worth every penny of it. Only God Knows how much a prayer weighs.'

Para Sa Mga Ina

This is my grandmother living in LA with my Aunt

Sa aking anak,
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?
pinatyagaan kitang habulin sa 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