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A Child’s Words

April 16, 2011 Leave a comment


She had been shopping with her Mom in Wal-Mart. She must have been 6 years old, this beautiful red-haired, freckle faced image of innocence. It was pouring outside. The kind of rain that gushes over the top of rain gutters, so much in a hurry to hit the earth it has no time to flow down the spout. We all stood there under the awning and just inside the door of the Wal-Mart. We waited, some patiently, others irritated because nature messed up their hurried day. I am always mesmerized by rainfall. I get lost in the sound and sight of the heavens washing away the dirt and dust of the world.

Memories of running, splashing so carefree as a child come pouring in as a welcome reprieve from the worries of my day. Her voice was so sweet as it broke the hypnotic trance we were all caught in. “Mom, let’s run through the rain,” she said. What?” Mom asked. “Let’s run through the rain!” She repeated. “No, honey. We’ll wait until it slows down a bit,” Mom replied. This young child waited about another minute and repeated: “Mom, let’s run through the rain.” “We’ll get soaked if we do,” Mom said.

“No, we won’t, Mom. That’s not what you said this morning,” the young girl said as she tugged at her Mom’s arm. “This morning? When did I say we could run through the rain and not get wet?” “Don’t you remember? When you were talking to Daddy about his cancer, you said, ‘If God can get us through this, he can get us through anything!'” The entire crowd stopped dead silent. I swear you couldn’t hear anything but the rain. We all stood silently. No one came or left in the next few minutes.

Mom paused and thought for a moment about what she would say. Now some would laugh it off and scold her for being silly. Some might even ignore what was said. But this was a moment of affirmation in a young child’s life. A time when innocent trust can be nurtured so that it will bloom into faith. “Honey, you are absolutely right. Let’s run through the rain. If God let’s us get wet, well maybe we just needed washing,” Mom said. Then off they ran.

We all stood watching, smiling and laughing as they darted past the cars and yes, through the puddles. They held their shopping bags over their heads just in case. They got soaked. But they were followed by a few who screamed and laughed like children all the way to their cars. And yes, I did. I ran. I got wet. I needed washing.

Circumstances or people can take away your material possessions, they can take away your money, and they can take away your health. But no one can ever take away your precious memories. So, don’t forget to make time and take the opportunities to make memories every day!

To everything there is a season and a time to every purpose under heaven. A friend sent this to me to remind me of life, hope you enjoy it. I HOPE YOU STILL TAKE THE TIME TO RUN THROUGH THE RAIN.

Keep in touch with your family and friends; you never know when you’ll need each other.

 – Fr. Gilles

If I Had My Life to Live Over – by Erma Bombeck

March 31, 2011 Leave a comment

 

This is a heartwarming  poem by Erma Bombeck written after she found out she was dying from cancer:

I would have gone to bed when I was sick instead of pretending the earth would go into a holding pattern if I weren’t there for the day.
I would have burned the pink candle sculpted like a rose before it melted in storage.
I would have talked less and listened more.
I would have invited friends over to dinner even if the carpet was stained or the sofa faded.
I would have eaten the popcorn in the ‘good’ living room and worried much less about the dirt when someone wanted to light a fire in the fireplace.
I would have taken the time to listen to my grandfather ramble about his youth.
I would never have insisted the car windows be rolled up on a summer day because my hair had just been teased and sprayed.
I would have sat on the lawn with my children and not worried about grass stains.
I would have cried and laughed less while watching television and more while watching life.
I would never have bought anything just because it was practical, wouldn’t show soil, or was guaranteed to last a lifetime.
Instead of wishing away nine months of pregnancy, I’d have cherished every moment and realized that the wonderment growing inside me was the only chance in life to assist God in a miracle.
When my kids kissed me impetuously, I would never have said, “Later. Now go get washed up for dinner.”
There would have been more “I love you’s.” More “I’m sorry’s.”
But mostly, given another shot at life, I would seize every minute, look at it and really see it , live it and never give it back.

 

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Food for Thoughts: Inspirations from Buddha

March 15, 2011 Leave a comment

Who Am I And What Is This Weblog All About?

March 12, 2011 4 comments

Yes, there is no photo and real name of mine, only a pen-name Knowell (just like “know-well”) for the meantime. I am an average Filipino and at the time of writing this page, it is December 2010 and I am 43 years old.

I have a strong appreciation for art and science, and a serious truth seeker. My passion for art and science was not fully materialized due to financial constraints brought about by hasty demise of my father. On the other hand, my interest in seeking enlightenment and truth continues up to my present-day profession.

On a more personal level, I am working for more than ten years now as an administrative staff in various contracting firms in the Middle East. During this period, I remain unmarried and absorbed to my career, and beleaguered by the excessive perspiration of my extremities. Interestingly, I am not really bothered being a homosexual, but by this pesky sweating. Such health condition contributed to my aloofness and timely quest for inner alignment, and not mere healing or inspiration.

It is still fresh in my mind when I boarded an aircraft and almost everybody around never failed to notice the stinking perspiration right from the boarding up to the arrival gate. I still remember fixing into my mind quitting and never to attend any worship services at all. And those memorable fast food dilemmas, when embarrassment prompted me to quickly gobble up my noodles; how can I really forget how “fast” those foods were.

I have to admit that indeed it made me unhappy and lonely most of the times, and left me with unfulfilled feelings; took over and ruined my social life. And if you have the same sweating problems, I am pretty sure you understand what I mean.

Let us face it; they really do not understand our situation. You can read from most of them that we are careless and untidy with our body. And worst, they do not understand how hard we try not to be branded as untidy.

A philosopher named Epicurus quoted that the key to happiness are freedom, examined life and friendship. And I believe because of our condition, reaching this “friendship” goal is indeed a tough end. We are indefinitely trapped to this awkward position, if we will allow it and not do something about it.

And this blog is what it is all about.  That is, forming our circle of friends RIGHT HERE in this site. I purposely created this as a virtual support group in a worldwide range so that even the clammiest person in the remotest part of the world can partake in this relieving endeavor.

For those individuals who share my condition, I invite you to reach out and live our tagline BREAKING THE BARRIER TOWARD FREEDOM, ENLIGHTENMENT, AND EXPANSION.

And if I missed or wrongly placed any location into one main group category, I humbly admit I am not truly expert on this line of categorizing. Please do inform me and I truly appreciate to apply such correction (even with my grammars). Finally, we mostly welcome individuals from advertising/media or related medical fields who can contribute to our cause; those who are not really suffering from hyperhidrosis yet enthusiastic to share their precious time and effort.

We have so much to discover and share..