YOU ARE NEVER ALONE

“Don’t pull away from the rest of the world.
For those of you that are out there,
with no friends,
with no one to support you,
those who are being neglected.

You are never alone.

Somewhere on this earth,
there is ALWAYS someone who is there for you.

There is always someone that cares about you and feels your pain.
There is always someone that will understand your story.

Don’t be afraid to come out of your shell.
Don’t be afraid to interact with people.
Don’t be afraid to be who you are.”

 

CONSIDERATION

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I wouldn’t deny that sometimes I feel like I am wasting my energy in considering others, but at the end of the day, It feels great that I was able to control an inevitable doom.

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Mommy, respect me.

My 14 year old son begged me not to force him to join in one of the school activities that his teacher and grandmother asked him to participate. He was on the verge of desperation, as if I am the last person who would save him that whatever my decision would be, he has no choice, but to follow it.

I appreciated that, despite our long distance situation, I am still in the picture that he still comes to me not only in times of delight, but more importantly in his needs of someone to understand him. Back to the story, I asked him a lot of questions regarding his issue, to be honest there was nothing wrong about it, I might convince him too to participate, but I chose not.

I told him I would not force him to do what he doesn’t like as long as it will not affect his grades and performance at school.  I will respect his decision as much as possible too.  He was relieved, then calls me the best mom ever.

What struck me most was the last message he sent me before saying goodbye, he said, “It was right that children should respect their Parents, but Parents  should respect their children too.”

Wow. I stopped for a while. He was aware now that RESPECT is a too way street.

Yes, it is a challenge for me to step back a little while staying connected to this grown-up kid because I know one day he will be determined to live his life in his own way and, probably I will be needing more understanding too that “we are alike, not  in personality or character, but as a person.”

He was seven years old in this picture, never thought he would grew so fast.

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Kuya

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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

 

 

 

Exchange Gift

Christmas exchange gift should have a value for spiritual purposes, but now a days it lost its focus. Some people forgot that it actually has to be the support of “giving to others” rather than “what you get.”

Exchange gift is accepting and thanking for what you have received, not demanding for what you want. It’s not about compensating the amount you spend for giving something, but for making the person feel glad.

May we never forget the essence of Christmas and gifts giving.

Merry Christmas! Happy exchange gift!

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I just don’t want to help.

I like helping. I like the idea of paying forward. I like my own sentiment that I have saved someone from misery, it was always my genuine way of sharing my time & whatever I have on hand. But, I have one bad experience of helping someone I considered a friend. In short, I have let her borrowed my savings because I don’t want her to end up in jail for ‘Bounced Check” problems. As I have trusted her, I was expecting to get the cash back as per our agreement.

Unfortunately, it never happened. When I needed the money, I couldn’t find her. She deactivated her Facebook account, she never answered nor returned my calls, she even talked to one of our friends but not to me anymore. Certainly, she was avoiding me for the reason that I couldn’t grasp. She just vanished. I feel like deceived, much worse of never regarding our friendship & me as a person. Indeed, it is true that money can change everything!

Honestly, I don’t care if she pays right on time or not, as long as she will tell me honestly what was going on. I can wait. I can find another solution. I can understand.  After this incident, I lost my money & I lost the bitch for good! Well, I can earn the money back, but I will never trust her again.

So, when a “not-so-close person” came to me twice to ask for help about money, I have never helped her at all. I said “no” twice. Call me a selfish cow, but I just don’t care.

I still want to help; you can cry with me, I can come to you & listen. I can help with some stuff, but I can’t help you with money matters anymore, not now maybe.

In response to the Daily Post: Sorry, I just don’t want to help you.

 

Treat them with Love

Weekly Photo Challenge Treat

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If he sees this, he will get mad at me. But I don’t care, I like this picture because he looked happy & content while eating his favorite food crispy fried pork shank.

 

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He loves to play with balls and I let him shop!

ABUSE OF GOODNESS

I hate this kind of people who are fond of abusing the goodness of others. You extend your hand to help and they grab your feet too. Much worse they don’t even realize it.

Sometimes, it made me confused. I wanted to help but I don’t like to be abused. I’d like to see myself building kindness but I don’t want to feel worn out too.

Often times, I wonder if I could be someone who will care less and don’t mind anyone, but I know for myself that I am not.

Continue to spread the goodness but please stop mistreating it.

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