Thursday, April 27, 2017

This Day

The summer heat is so intense now here in the Philippines. And one way to relieve myself it to go to a nearby mall; SM Batangas. And so I went there this afternoon. I have noticed this American or a white guy which definitely not a Filipino and he was somehow a senior citizen. And he walked so slow. I was near the door near Starbucks and just sitting in the Chowking vacant seats there. Maybe it was around 2 pm and this man was walking so slow approaching my view. He had this grocery stroller and I guess his arm has injury and maybe because of his age he really cannot walk that fast.

Fast forward 5 pm and I was back in SM and I saw him again and this time he had finished his buying some stuff maybe at the grocery and imagine that! It was almost 5 hours of staying in SM and wow I don't want to age now!

I have noticed earlier that a Filipino man sometimes wanted to help him but I guess the American refused the help for some reason I really don't know.

And I am imagining my life now. I am getting older and I am single and oh my God maybe I would end up like that man I have seen this day. Only time will tell.

God help me please?

My Inspiration


I always look for an inspiration. Sometimes they are my family. Sometimes they can be found on the books that I am reading like Seth Godin or any other successful individual out there. But then I have settled for one mentor that I know will really help me to hurdle life's challenges.

I am introducing my all time favorite mentor, Cardinal Rosales. I knew from the start that he is the one that I have needed. I have looked back in my childhood and he was there. He usually went and officiated a mass during the Saint Michael Celebration of our barangay every September and he was there. I made it sure I was also there and heard his Mass. He has this leadership in his voice and powerful command in his Homily. He was so intelligent and really an authority when it comes to sermon and giving moral stories and lessons for all of us. He is a saint for me.

And when there is the celebration of Batangas City Fiesta every January he usually on the morning mass and I made it sure I am on the front row to have a glimpse of his face and hear his angelic and commanding voice.

It Begins Now

 I am now here in Batangas City. My hometown. My city. That never sleeps. I have myself and my mother. She is 83 now. And I am turning 47 th...