The Rose

Friends we all need to be inspired, don’t we? So today I hope I could inspire you by telling you something about the rose.

Do you know why roses have thorns? God provided thorns for the rose in order to protect it from any harm. If God povided the best protection for a rose , the more He will provide for humans for we are far better than those roses. God loves us so much…..(:

How could we lose hope my friends….Don’t lose hope…..even if the pain is too much, don’t lose hope……God has chosen to be crowned with Thorns in order to protect His Roses…..

Like Butterflies

Seven years ago, I met a young man who I believed had shared a “little” of his life with me. A part which was “little” but was “much” in some ways.

Our meeting was actually not planned as other meetings should be but somehow it had its beginning and somewhere had its finality.

During that time that he was desperately looking for someone he could talk to, luckily I may say, he caught up with me and I became his short-lived confidante.

That short- lived moment when we talked was like seven years to me. At first I was taken aback by his straightforwardness but as we went on, I wasn’t surprised anymore.

He tried to control himself…but I heard him over the phone crying softly but continuously…I am not used to seeing or hearing a man cry like that. I thought I was dreaming but it was true. I felt his grief…But then I had to say goodbye while still trying to console him. I told him to call me if ever he will need a friend again but he did not do so. I know he won’t coz those tears were enough for him and for me…I know he had been healed…

Two days ago, I met another man who had the same problems as the young man I met seven years ago. But this time the man seemed more desperate, more in grief than the young man who cried. I guess it will take time, a much longer time for him to heal his wounds. His suffering was much deeper to be easily forgotten…

As a teacher I’ve met a lot of young people who are in great pain. We had tried to heal some of their grief but there are still so many of them which we can’t find the perfect solutions with…

Seven years ago, it was much easier than two days ago…I guess there are more and more people who become desperate and sick as time goes by…

If we remain indifferent to our young people and their desperate cries……they will be like butterflies, though they may always be around, still they cannot soar and fly high and will suddenly and eventually just disappear from our sight…

………………..THE FIRST DUTY OF LOVE IS TO LISTEN………………PAUL TILLICH……………..

A Painful Journey

My friends…thank you for allowing me to share my humble experiences…they may be simple but nevertheless they had helped me a lot to who I am now…So here is another story…another sad story I may say…please forgive me for sharing another sad story.. but I promise not to make this page an obituary section.
I think it was a month ago or so when another news on suicide had been flashed on major networks and newspapers in the Philippines.

The news was about a young 5th grader who hanged herself because of too much poverty and hunger she had experienced before her death…And worst it was found out that those were only some of the reasons why she killed herself for there were traces of sexual abuse revealed in her autopsy.

It isn’t surprising anymore to hear these kinds of stories in my country, however shameful they may be………the victms are always our poor children.

I do understand how poverty could kill a person’s hope to continue living in this world……..but for a young girl to kill herself because of poverty is something very painful…….and to be abused and to lose one’s hope is too much for a young girl to bear……..

My child,… my precious child….. you had turned my morning to a night…..

ONE NOVEMBER MORNING

Don’t know how to start the day
Drink my coffee or comb my hair
Turn on the radio or switch to TV
This November morning is not so easy.

So thanks if you asked a favor
Find my self a newstand therefore
But sorry,”What’s The News” had been sold out!
Worry not many choices can be had.

On my way saw the first choice of the day
Happy faces greet the morning with their play
But there’s a child as I turn to my right
My November morning she had turned to a night.

She wanted to join those happy faces
But she could not they should meet the day’s graces
One November morning could not be spared
To a busy child who has got no choices.

……The world has enough for peoples needs but not enough for peoples greed…..Mother Theresa…….