When you’re complaining about your work while sitting in the office or just feeling bored, Just think of those people who worked outside tolerating the heat and dusty surroundings.
Don’t you think you are lucky than them?
Don’t you appreciate what you have right now?
Construct your thoughts and think about it – again.
I always told myself that I can do everything in my power to be a successful person and a supportive single parent to my son. I have no remorse of these two responsibilities in my hand; to be a mom and at the same time to be a dad. Yes, I do complain occasionally when colors turned out dark, but most of the time, it’s a feeling of accomplishment and somewhat I am always proud of.
Honestly, for the past long years, my son and I never have received the rights for financial support from my x-husband. It was clearly stated in the Philippine Constitution the anti-violence against women and their children, that we should be protected. I am fully aware of this law, but have never used it properly to protect my son. I became the slave of my own hard work and reputation.
Then, I woke up one day realizing that I shouldn’t carry this load alone. I must teach someone how to handle responsibility and not just to live a life of ease. So, while I was in the Philippines, I went to the Philippine Overseas Labor Office with my son and made a complaint address to his father, who is working now in Italy, with a demand of financial support monthly, or else, he will be blacklisted to work abroad and will be deported back to his hometown. Honestly, I really don’t want to create drama, but for now, it really works.
So, just last month, my son received his allowance in complete amounts stated from the agreement. It was our little feat shared of what we have fought for our rights.
To all the women out there that suffered this kind of issue or more than that, we should never feel disgrace or to be embarrassed to contest our rights as a woman and for our children. We might feel a little hesitant as every beginning is hard, but being fearful or ashamed of our situation leads us to hardiest life.
So, be brave and have a little faith in yourself.
I believe I can do it, you can do it, we can do it!
You can choose to be a DUCK or an EAGLE.
If you get up in the morning expecting to have a bad day, you’ll rarely disappoint yourself. Stop complaining.
Don’t be a duck. Be an eagle. Ducks quack and complain. Eagles soar above the crowd.
Start becoming an eagle today. One small step every week, then next week and next, and you’ll realize eventually you are no longer a duck anymore, but soaring like an eagle.
Now, you just have to choose.
This is Kuya. He believes that Filipinos are hardworking and responsible. He secretly told me to deduct one day salary to our receptionist (other nationality) because she was always late and he didn’t like it. He said he wanted to replace her with a Filipino because they (we) are good and pleasant.
Today, Kuya is absent because he is sick. Without him, the kitchen is messy. Everybody is going to the pantry to make their own coffee and washing their own cups. I made one too early this morning, and it never tastes as refined as Kuya made it.
When he is absent, no one dare to be furious about it. He might be feeling drained at times because every day he woke up at 4am and take off by 11pm. Sometimes, I caught him drifting to sleep in the kitchen, I told him just to continue, really I don’t mind.
He’s been working in our company for long years as a tea boy and sometimes a bank messenger. I never heard him complaining about his work so far and he never failed to do his own too.
I think he is more hardworking than us, I couldn’t even stand waking up every day at 4.
“The only way to do great work is to love what you do.” – Steve Jobs
Last week I asked for a cleaning company to send us someone who will do the service to our office. I was agitated and quite disappointed that they send an old man to do the chores. He age like 60 years old.
I was stunned because he’s too old to clean the whole office. I was too shy to give him some instructions. As I recall, I was the helper of my grandparents so it made me really uncomfortable to see someone still working in old age.
We had a little chit-chat. I have learned that he doesn’t really like to stay at home doing nothing. It made him happy to be still useful in his age. That, I need to respect. Opposite of my principles, I will just travel, enjoy, be queen when I reach that age, simply because I must deserve it after the long years of working so hard.
I read this article from my Facebook newsfeed and I remember Mang Caloy, the cleaning helper.
When an old man died in the geriatric ward of a nursing home in an Australian country town, it was believed that he had nothing left of any value.
Later, when the nurses were going through his meager possessions, They found this poem. Its quality and content so impressed the staff that copies were made and distributed to every nurse in the hospital.
One nurse took her copy to Melbourne. The old man’s sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas editions of magazines around the country and appearing in mags for Mental Health. A slide presentation has also been made based on his simple, but eloquent, poem.
And this old man, with nothing left to give to the world, is now the author of this ‘anonymous’ poem winging across the Internet.
Cranky Old Man
What do you see nurses? . . .. . .What do you see?
What are you thinking .. . when you’re looking at me?
A cranky old man, . . . . . .not very wise,
Uncertain of habit .. . . . . . . .. with faraway eyes?
Who dribbles his food .. . … . . and makes no reply.
When you say in a loud voice . .’I do wish you’d try!’
Who seems not to notice . . .the things that you do.
And forever is losing . . . . . .. . . A sock or shoe?
Who, resisting or not . . . … lets you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding . . . .The long day to fill?
Is that what you’re thinking?. .Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse .you’re not looking at me.
I’ll tell you who I am . . . . .. As I sit here so still,
As I do at your bidding, .. . . . as I eat at your will.
I’m a small child of Ten . .with a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters .. . . .. . who love one another
A young boy of Sixteen . . . .. with wings on his feet
Dreaming that soon now . . .. . . a lover he’ll meet.
A groom soon at Twenty . . . ..my heart gives a leap.
Remembering, the vows .. .. .that I promised to keep.
At Twenty-Five, now . . . . .I have young of my own.
Who need me to guide . . . And a secure happy home.
A man of Thirty . .. . . . . My young now grown fast,
Bound to each other . . .. With ties that should last.
At Forty, my young sons .. .have grown and are gone,
But my woman is beside me . . to see I don’t mourn.
At Fifty, once more, .. …Babies play ’round my knee,
Again, we know children . . . . My loved one and me.
Dark days are upon me . . . . My wife is now dead.
I look at the future … . . . . I shudder with dread.
For my young are all rearing .. . . young of their own.
And I think of the years . . . And the love that I’ve known.
I’m now an old man . . . . . . .. and nature is cruel.
It’s jest to make old age . . . . . . . look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles .. .. . grace and vigour, depart.
There is now a stone . . . where I once had a heart.
But inside this old carcass . A young man still dwells,
And now and again . . . . . my battered heart swells
I remember the joys . . . . .. . I remember the pain.
And I’m loving and living . . . . . . . life over again.
I think of the years, all too few . . .. gone too fast.
And accept the stark fact . . . that nothing can last.
So open your eyes, people .. . . . .. . . open and see.
Not a cranky old man .
Look closer . . . . see .. .. . .. …. . ME!!
Remember this poem when you next meet an older person who you might brush aside without looking at the young soul within. We will all, one day, be there, too!