Tsinelas

Thursday, January 13, 2011

By: Mikejuha
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Tawagin nyo lang ako sa pangalang Nestor. Dalawampung taong gulang at panganay sa walong magkakapatid na apat na lalaki at apat na babae. Simula noong mamatay ang tatay, ako na ang katuwang ng nanay sa paghahanap-buhay. Kung anu-anong trabaho ang pinasukan – kargador, pangongopra, pagiging laborer – lahat na mabibigat na trabaho. Kaya sa katawan ko bakat ang epekto sa hirap na mga gawain: matipunong dibdib at malalaking mga braso at hita. At sa tindig na 5’10, tangos ng ilong, at sabi nila, nangungusap na mga mata, di hamak na may maipagmamalaki din naman.

Iyan ang sabi lalo na ng mga babae. Pero, di ko na binigyang pansin pa ang mga ito. Para sa akin, ang mahalaga ay ang perang kikitain sa araw-araw at ang pagkaing mailalatag sa mesa. Di kagaya ng ibang kabataan na kapag nagkapera ayun, nasa inuman na, sa barkada, o sa pagdi-date. Pero ako, kapag may kaunting bakanteng oras, nagpapahinga lang sa bahay. Trabaho, trabaho, at trabaho pa. Iyan ang routine na nakasanayan ko. Noong mamatay kasi ang tatay, inihabilin nyang huwag pabayaan ang mga kapatid. Kaya sa edad kong iyon, kahit girlfriend, hindi pa ako nakaranas. At kahit may mga pagkakataong tinatanong ko sa sarili kung ano ang pakiramdam ng isang may kasintahan, hindi rin sumagi sa isip na maghahanap ako nito.

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Lessons Learned

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

by: Author Unknown, Source Unknown
Note: This story is not owned by LOL. This is posted to bring inspiration and share the beauty of life.

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One day, the father of a very wealthy family took his son on a trip to the country with the express purpose of showing him how poor people live.
They spent a couple of days and nights on the farm of what would be considered a very poor family.

On their return from their trip, the father asked his son, “How was the trip?”

“It was great, Dad.”

“Did you see how poor people live?” the father asked.

“Oh yeah,” said the son.

“So, tell me, what did you learn from the trip?” asked the father.
The son answered: “I saw that we have one dog and they had four. We have a pool that reaches to the middle of our garden and they have a creek that has no end. We have imported lanterns in our garden and they have the stars at night. Our patio reaches to the front yard and they have the whole horizon.

“We have a small piece of land to live on and they have fields that go beyond our sight.

“We have servants who serve us, but they serve others. We buy our food, but they grow theirs.

“We have walls around our property to protect us, they have friends to protect them.”

The boy’s father was speechless.

Then his son added, “Thanks Dad for showing me how poor we are.”

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A Gift from God

Monday, January 10, 2011

by: Author Unknown, Source Unknown
Note: This story is not owned by LOL. This is posted to bring inspiration and share the value of true friendship.

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One day, when I was a freshman in high school, I saw a kid from my class was walking home from school. His name was Kyle. It looked like he was carrying all of his books. I thought to myself, "Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday? He must really be a nerd."

I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friends tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on.

As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him. They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt. His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him. He looked up and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes. My heart went out to him. So, I jogged over to him and as he crawled around looking for his glasses, and I saw a tear in his eye.

As I handed him his glasses, I said, "Those guys are jerks. They really should get lives."

He looked at me and said, "Hey thanks!" There was a big smile on his face.

It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude. I helped him pick up his books, and asked him where he lived. As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before. He said he had gone to private school before now. I would have never hung out with a private school kid before.

We talked all the way home, and I carried his books. He turned out to be a pretty cool kid. I asked him if he wanted to play football on Saturday with me and my friends. He said yes.

We hung all weekend and the more I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him. And my friends thought the same of him. Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again. I stopped him and said, "Darn boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday!" He just laughed and handed me half the books.

Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends. When we were seniors, we began to think about college. Kyle decided on Georgetown, and I was going to Duke. I knew that we would always be friends, that the miles would never be a problem. He was going to be a doctor, and I was going for business on a football scholarship.

Kyle was valedictorian of our class. I teased him all the time about being a nerd. He had to prepare a speech for graduation. I was so glad it wasn't me having to get up there and speak.
Graduation day, I saw Kyle. He looked great. He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school. He filled out and actually looked good in glasses. He had more dates than me and all the girls loved him!
Boy, sometimes I was jealous. Today was one of those days. I could see that he was nervous about his speech. So, I smacked him on the back and said, "Hey, big guy, you'll be great!" He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled. "Thanks," he said.

As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began. "Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years. Your parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach ... , but mostly your friends. I am here to tell all of you that being a friend to someone is the best gift you can give them. I am going to tell you a story."

I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the story of the first day we met. He had planned to kill himself over the weekend. He talked of how he had cleaned out his locker so his mom wouldn't have to do it later and was carrying his stuff home. He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile. "Thankfully, I was saved. My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable."

I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment. I saw his mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile. Not until that moment did I realize its depth.

Never underestimate the power of your actions. With one small gesture you can change a person's life. For better or for worse. God puts us all in each other's lives to impact one another in some way. Look for God in others.

Each day is a gift from God! Don't forget to say, "Thank you!"

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