ester mingo...my angel...

Once upon a time there was a child ready to be born.

So one day he asked God: They tell me you are sending me to earth tomorrow, but how am I going to live there being so small and helpless?

Among the many angels out there, I chose a special one just for you. She will be waiting for you and will take care of you.

But tell me, here in heaven, I don't do anything else but sing and smile, that's enough for me to be happy.

Your angel will sing for you and will also smile for you every day, and you will feel your angel's love and that will make you happy.

And how am I going to be able to understand when people talk to me, if I don't know the language that men talk?

Your angel will tell you the most beautiful and sweet words you will ever hear, and with much patience and care, your angel will teach you how to speak.

And what am I going to do when I want to talk to you?

Your angel will place your hands together and will teach you how to pray.

I've heard that on earth there are bad men. Who will protect me? 

Your angel will defend you even if it means risking her life.

But I will always be sad because I will not see you anymore.

Your angel will always talk to you about me and will teach you the way for you to come back to me, even though I will always be next to you. 

At the moment there was much peace in Heaven, but voices from earth could already be heard, and the child in a hurry asked softly: Oh God, if I am about to leave now, please tell me my angel's name.

Your angel's name is of no importance, you will call your angel: Mommy. 

i love you nanay ester

The Handwriting On The Wall

A weary mother returned from the store,
Lugging groceries through the kitchen door.
Awaiting her arrival was her 8 year old son,
Anxious to relate what his younger brother had done.

"While I was out playing and Dad was on a call,
T.J. took his crayons and wrote on the wall!
It's on the new paper you just hung in the den.
I told him you'd be mad at having to do it again."

She let out a moan and furrowed her brow,
"Where is your little brother right now?"
She emptied her arms and with a purposeful stride,
She marched to his closet where he had gone to hide.

She called his full name as she entered his room.
He trembled with fear - he knew that meant doom!
For the next ten minutes, she ranted and raved
About the expensive wallpaper, and how she had saved.

Lamenting all the work it would take to repair,
She condemned his actions and total lack of care.
The more she scolded, the madder she got,
Then stomped from his room, totally distraught!

She headed for the den to confirm her fears.
When she saw the wall, her eyes flooded with tears.
The message she read pierced her soul with a dart.
It said, "I love Mommy," surrounded by a heart.

Well, the wallpaper remained, just as she found it,
With an empty picture frame hung to surround it.
A reminder to her, and indeed to all,
Take time to read the handwriting on the wall.

 

Dying Poor

I was walking in this very fast phase of life in the middle of the people when i saw this couple a, a blind man and a woman in the corner of the streets with a can of sardines in their hand begging for some penny for those who walk in their way.I really like to give some of my last coins but me too, don't have anything to give or i will go walking home along the streets walking and passed by the buses and jeeps. The scene is very common to the country specially in the city. That is their only last way to survive,,begging for some coins in exchange of a can of sardines and a little rice, enough for a day pass of survival. Do God see's them? I wanted to help them, i wanted to touch the canned and help them fill the cup so i can give it to them and let it full in a faster way.. They are considered as the problem of the government but as years go bye, their population continue to grow and they are everywhere..Most people are afraid of them because they are dirty and to think that some of them are involve in criminal thief and had been used by drug syndicate and act as a drug runner, .But most of them are poor in a way that you see them sleeping under the bridge in  a corner of the street without mats or anything to have a comfortable sleep and don't forget the noise from the vehicles.Most of them comes from the province and they don't have money to go home so they decided to continue their life in this way.One thing i had learned for them is their perseverance to continue their life and can be able to smile even in this very odd moments in their life. They eat and live but you will never see them crying, maybe perhaps they were already immune with the feelings and continue their life the way it is. I had this dream of helping them 5 years from now. I have this visions that in the future i seeing myself involve in any way reaching my hands to them.Its a frustration for me seeing them dying poor doing nothing when i know i can someday..Give me time...and pray for me...

Last Help..

When you are so depressed, there's no one to turn to but your friends.Its not easy for most of us to tell our problems to our parents, we similarly told it to our friends for we share the same age bracket and the convenience of telling it to them is not hard compared when telling it to our parents.They will scold or give us some grounds on the matter.Seeking for the last help always matters to me. I always turn my side and look to the most important friends of mine or for someone who i know can help me the best and the last one to save me in my most downfall times, but what if they refuse me?I ask and seek it for them to help for i know they are the best person for it. But they neglected me.Though it hurts, we have to moved on but it hurts to think that it happened very fast that they neglect to help you. In my case i always give my help and i always offer myself specially when i know i can, i am not after my image besides im not that rich and im not that respectful after all, but for my friends, i will do my best to help in any kind or anything i can do. Maybe on the other side. the same thing is also happening to them, after all everything is like a life cycle. It has its own rules, process and flows. For sure, when they refuse you, other might help you without knowing it and it hard for you to notice what they made for you for you are still attached to what that refusal friend of yours did to you. I'm telling you they're going to experience the same thing sooner and they will remember you. Try to appreciate persons who are helping you without asking for it. They are the best one to keep. Its hard to forgive when it hurts you a lot, and forget is as harder as forgiving. When it always happen to you, when it seems no one helps you, try to look to the sky. You will feel someone is embracing in you. Focus and the answers will be given to you. Believe,Have faith. You never loss anything at all, Strength comes from above is limitless. Believing gives you almost everything to continue and to pursue what yo wanna do.Just remember when there's no one else to turn to, we have a great God who is just waiting for us.Just one look, say a single prayer, you don't need to shout it loud,,He knows what to do before your lips start to say a word.You have a great and loving God to cry on. Just look and wait.Everything will happen according to His plans.

Oriental Mindoro

 I'm not an overseas Filipino worker but i been away for almost two years in my homeland..of course the province of oriental Mindoro..where i spend most of my life,,my childhood,,my high-school life and my college days. What i miss most of the time is the way i lived compare now..the people,..the environment..and the carabao....I been working in laguna city..perhaps 300 kilometers away from my home..no one with me, alone..no friends, no relatives...living alone in this so fast phase of life...whenever i got sick im the one buying my own  medicine,,i cook for myself, i take my medicine and i force myself to be OK for only two days or there's no one left for me for it is companies policy for contractual that if there's no work there's no pay..You will miss your family, your brothers you used to be with you all the time and your old classmates with whom you are always drinking session...Here you have to deal with people you dont know...respect the people you dont want to respect and you have to make friends with total strangers. Living here is so different compared in the province..You have to buy everything kahit sili ng labuyo..calamansi is one peso each,,,,in the province you can have them at the backyard of your neighbor.For legal purpose you can have them at your neighbors door..I dont like the way people lived here.You have to moved very fast, its not easy to give your trust. I used to lived in the province where everyone is trustworthy. You know a family that lives even a kilometer away, here, your don't know who your neighbor are.But Laguna gives me a lot of opportunity. I become stronger..i lived alone without my family, no one watching me. I feel strange...but i am better now..Laguna maybe the answer to all my needs.to become who really i am..the door to every steps i want to make in buildinig a better me.

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travel advisory in the philippines

Some countries always released travel advisory every time unncessary things happened in the Philippines but as what i had observed those are just ordinary things and the same thing are also happening to other countries all around the world. They are just being exaggerated. The Philippines is one of the friendliest country in the worlds and we respect most foreigners and gladly welcome them upon entering the Philippine soil. The people is very warm and ask many Americans how we Filipinos welcome them every time they set their foot here. Our hospitability is truly remarkable. I loved to be a Filipino and im affected every time the world see us as a dangerous country. If we are, then we have data that people from all over the world come to us. They visit us again and again. Philippines is not dangerous, Filipinos are not dangerous. We are a friendly country and we value every people who come too see our country. Crimes happen everyday in the world and criminals are everywhere so whats happening in my country is a common problem of an specific country. We are not barbaric and we are harmless. Idont want to compare my country to the other nationalities but i just wanna assure every tourist that whenever they found a trustworthy Filipino,,they are in good hands....Welcome to the Philippines...Have fun...