Friday, October 3, 2014

LEGENDS

(Here goes to all teachers around the world. It is still my fervent belief that teaching is  one of the noblest of all professions, if not the noblest. And though I just resigned from the teaching work recently (story on next post, hehe), its life changing impact on my person and well-being will go with me for the rest of this lifetime. Admittedly, I owe a lot to the teaching profession, and here on this post--to the two most influential teachers that molded me way beyond their assigned 'role' as teachers. Happy World Teachers Day. Cheers!)

Two of the names which could easily surface when I think of “great” people were two of my former teachers in CLSU—and I daresay, the two of the best teachers in CLSU.

They are Professor Ben G. Domingo Jr., much known by the students as “Tatay Ben”; and Sir Michael Carlo Abella, or better known as Sir Ponti.

Theirs will be the name I would always attach the word “teacher”, in the most precise definition of the word. I picked them out of the ordinary because they possess such an extraordinary perspective when it comes to educating students.

Sir Ben (I was not used to call him Tatay Ben because we were not that actually close like his students in Dev.Com) , was once my teacher in Public Speaking and Argumentation and Debate. He's from the Department of English and Humanities, and teaches almost every English subject.

The best thing about Sir Ben is that he never easily gives up on his students. You can call a student mediocre, but Sir Ben sees the potential behind that mediocrity. He always encouraged us in class to be better than what we are, and challenged us to exceed our limitations and to "think out of the box".

I learned from him that nothing can stop you if you are willing to firmly stand on your principles and on what you believe in. He considers courage and daring to be the key to making yourself the best person you can be.

There were so many things I learned from his lectures, which not only focused on the lessons on textbooks, but also on necessary lessons about life. He oftentimes point to his experiences in life as his greatest lessons, and true to him, experience is the best teacher.

Because of him, I came to regret once that I did not pursue Development Communication so that he could be my teacher for many subjects and not just one. But with what I learned from him, I came to love my course and see it in a more profound way.

Meanwhile, like Prof Ben, Sir Ponti was one of the teachers I dreamed of having in class. As a teacher, he was oftentimes seen as a funny person, and one who possesses a jolly and bubbly personality that is easily loved by people. He also has a free spirit that is very contagious if one would really read between his lips.

Sir Ponti was my teacher in our our last Philosophy subject in our curriculum, which is Philosophy of Man. My perception of his ‘greatness’ as a teacher was actually just established by the stories of his former students, most especially from the SokSay community. I had the notion that these stories were just myths and exaggerations. Not until he became my teacher that I realized he was more than the mythical figure I heard of, more than what legends have told in their romanticized stories.

To my opinion, he was some sort of an exciting adventure during lecture hours, in which, as you go along with his life stories you would discover for yourselves hidden treasures that was knowledge and learning.

He was a good story teller, yet what he says are not mere stories but knowledge itself. Not only knowledge about the lessons, but, like what Sir Ben reveals, knowledge about the world beyond the four walls of the classroom.

Like Prof Ben, he encourages students to be involved in things that could make them more productive and useful to the society. Sir Ponti is an advocate of extra-curricular learning: learning things outside the classroom, learning lessons under the sun. These things taught me that the best lessons of life one could learn are the lessons obtained by being with people in different walks of life. Sometimes, these lessons appear to be unrewarding at first glance, yet as you give them a place in your heart, they could be magical.

One of the best things Sir Ponti said, and one that I will remember, goes like this: “Just work hard and do your best…never mind what the world says at you. Do what makes you happy…and eventually, time will come that the world will see how greatness is made and achieved…”

With that, I am reminded that greatness was never given at birth, not for only a few individuals. More often than not, greatness is to be achieved, and most of the time, it is achieved through the respect and appreciation from the people whose lives you have touched….and changed.

And I say that Sir Ben and Sir Ponti, in more ways than one, have touched, inspired, and changed my perspectives, and challenged me to become bigger and better than I am. They helped a lot in grounding me as a person, and made me realize that there is more to it than the things we have in this life--and that, like what the Little Prince enunciated, the most essential things in this world are the ones that are felt by the heart.

That made them to be greater than what they could ever imagine. They are larger than life.

They are living legends.

Wednesday, October 1, 2014

Things that matter

Perhaps it’s the rain. Or perhaps it’s just sentimentality kicking in. But the rain that’s pouring outside seems to penetrate the inside of my being, attempting to break through the transparent glass wall of our office to wash away irrelevant thoughts running in the mind. As if to wake me up to reality. And the reality is this: here I am sitting in my cubicle, satisfied with the tasks that I finished today…and now typing away with words which are confirmation to my existence.

And it’s so wonderfully irresistible: this notion of words and sentiment tumbling like rain after a sweltering and exhausting day. It’s refreshing. It melts the heart with significance and meaning.

While the rain pours outside and I’m here synthesizing the articles that I’m writing for our field journal, the same piece of music keeps on playing on my computer. Not that I don’t have any other song in my playlist, but like a good book that one can’t resist, this song has the power to entice until one is able to grasp its truth and meaning. This particular song is one that has always comforted me about the relevance of my belief, and to whom this belief is grounded to. The title of the song is “You are God alone”, and it extols who God is: the extent of His power, and the greatness of His being. It declares the majesty, the immutability, the immortality, and the infinite perfection of the Creator of the universe. And I am humbled by these truths of who God is:

UNCHANGEABLE

The God who says that He is the same yesterday, today, and forever is true to His promises: He will never change, and nothing in this world can change the fact that He loves us so much…and loves us so desperately that He came to offer His life for us, to reach out to us, to seek and to save us. And that LOVE will never fade or diminish even though this world slowly fades away. As C.S. Lewis said, our emotions come and go, but God’s love for us does not. And yes I know that my emotions, perspectives, and beliefs may change, but God never will. God’s immutability means that He is outside time and beyond time. His love and grace and mercy is infinite…and I rest my case on that.

UNSHAKABLE

Troubles and worries may shake a person, but God remains unshakable. He is the firm foundation upon which those who trust in Him is grounded, and are therefore safe and secured. Psalm 46:2 says “…I will not fear, even though the earth be removed, and though the mountains be carried into the midst of the sea; though its water roar and be troubled, though the mountains shake with its swelling”. God being unshakable means He cannot be trampled upon by world’s standards. God being unshakable means that He cannot be subdued by the forces of this world, both physical and immaterial.

UNSTOPPABLE


When God sets something in motion, no one and nothing can stop Him. Nothing can stop His purposes and plans from being fulfilled. I am grateful for the fact that He promises to finish all the good works He has started in me…and I know that He will. I know that He will come through in whatever circumstance. There may be delays and detours, but His plan has been set in motion and it will be accomplished.

Truly Lord, “who is like You, majestic in holiness, awesome in glory, working wonders?” (Exodus 15:11)

There is none. You are God alone.

Tuesday, September 23, 2014

#ThrowbackTuesday: Painful Lessons


(Disclaimer: Wala po itong pinaghuhugutan. Promise:)

Medyo naaksidente ako kahapon sa motor ko kasama si Mam Josephine
at Sir Imo. We were returning to the Soc.Sci. Dept galing ng CLSU admin building kung saan kumuha kami ng sweldo (Yey!). Binabagtas namin yung daan sa may tapat ng Science High School when suddenly a low-flying helicopter passed overhead. Ang nangyari, I got curious kaya tumingin ako sa taas para tignan yung helicopter. Oo, tumingin ako pero saglit lang naman. Then the next thing I heard was Sir Imo shouting at me "Ooy!! Ooy!".But it was too late. The next thing I saw was my motorcycle crashing onto the gutter, at kaming tatlo tumilapon sa may mabatong lupa sa may tabi ng kalsada. Wow! Epic ang katahimikang sumunod. Epic ang pag-kasemplang namin. Hindi kami nakapag-react agad. Buti nalang hindi masyadong mabilis. Buti nalang hindi masyadong nasugatan mga sakay ko. Except for some lacerations na nakuha ng right leg ko, wala naman ng masyadong injury. Masakit lang sa katawan kasi nahampas sa lupa.

I went to the infirmary immediately to have my wounds cleaned
and to have a shot of anti-tetanus. There I saw my wounds and I realized that it was real. And because it was real, the pain was stabbing when the adrenalin has subsided.So I woke up today enduring the pain in my body and with fresh realizations (that means my emo mode has just kicked in). And since I wont be able to attend my graduate class today, I'll have this time to teach myself these few lessons:

Lesson No. 1:
Never lose your focus. Especially when driving, your best asset to preserve your life and those around you is to have a single-minded determination to fix your eyes on the road. Stay on your lane. Know the boundary lines. You'll never know the value of this until you crash on the gutter and the next thing you'll see is the ground screaming at your face.

Lesson No. 2:
Presence of mind is a virtue. Remember that when you're on the road driving, the risk of taking just one simple mistake is high, so you might as well be quick to assess your situation and take necessary action (or precaution). You don't like to hurt other people, or yourself... just because you're thinking about other things. Like how was it to ride in a helicopter and glide like a bird.

Lesson No. 3:
Don't blame the mistake on someone or something. Don't ever think that other people is responsible for the quality of your driving, or that it was the fault of a low-flying helicopter you're only curious to look at. You know whose fault it is? It's either You, or Yourself. Go figure. It will take time.

Lesson No. 4:
Curiosity kills the cat. Really, I don't even know what that means, but I incline to agree. Curious things are distraction when you're there on the road driving. Don't get distracted by unnecessary things. So what if it's a helicopter or a UFO flying somewhere overhead? So what if it's a bird, or a plane, or Superman himself?. Remember, you have a destination to go to. And plunging onto the gutter is never a good shortcut.

Lesson No.5:
Don't be stupid. Spare yourself from humiliation. Period.

Pero ang pinaka-epic? Nanghinayang talaga ako sa nabutas kong pantalon! Twice ko palang sinusuot yun. First time ko pa man din bumili ng mamahaling jeans tapos ganun pa. Epic talaga! Tapos yung
tipong kakareceive mo lang ng sahod mo e sa pambili pa ng pain-killer mapupunta? 

That is capital E-P-I-C mah mehn!

PS: Salamat sa CLSU Infirmary for attending to my wounds. Medyo cute nung nurse na nag-administer saken ng vaccine. Haha. Echoz. FOCUS!

(Originally posted as Facebook status dated March 15, 2014)

Friday, September 19, 2014

Possibilities

It always goes down to making a choice isn't it? It always goes down to deciding whether to stay or to leave. To stop or to go on. Life, I guess, doesn't offer you an easy way of making decisions, or an easy way out. I learned that it's an inevitable part of life that if you want something, then at some point you have to give up something in exchange. You can not do all things. And you can not have all things as well. But even if life seems complicated at times, we are not powerless to define it. In fact, people are given the capability and the responsibility to direct it through our own choices. And standing for those choices despite random confusion around us.

As they say, life is not a series of chances, but a series of choices. But what choices will you make?

I remember my choice to study in CLSU despite my dream of studying in some lucrative and top school in Metro Manila. I was to graduate at the top of my high school class and people are expecting me to pursue the "top universities" for my college education, some even encouraging and convincing my parents to sacrifice sending their "panganay" to these universities. But because of some considerations and possibilities, I made an inevitable decision. I made a choice that was to transform my life and everything. And I ended up in this more than 658-hectare campus--this large piece of land studded with different trees and imposing landscape--that in its grand and quiet dignity I immediately fell in love with, I am still in love with, and will forever be in love with.

I remember my choice to give up my desire to become a biologist. Yes, that was the first and only choice I've written on my CLSU application form. BS Biology was not an option for me then, when during my sophomore year in high school I made up my mind to take up biology as a course. And perhaps as a lifetime profession. So I made a choice, and I ended up in S1, a science section, along with other freshmen who wanted to take the same course. But after a year in a science section, I realized that perhaps biology isn't for me after all. Or that I am not for biology. So I started thinking of other possibilities. I started looking for something I really love, something that wouldn't feel as a job someday when I already started working, something meaningful for me. And that something, I later found out, is Social Sciences: a science of people and the community. I made a choice and a decision that would later teach me so many things about life--life that is not only viewed from the limited windows of the classroom or pages of a book or corners of the whiteboard, but LIFE that is breathing deeply, pulsating with energy, vibrant with hope and filled with purpose. I am not here to extol the virtues (because there are many) of my chosen course, the "science of the social", but in humble respect and recognition to the discipline and the people in it who molded me and grounded me in my person, I say these things. And I know I will say these again and again for many, many more times.

I remember my choice to stay in CLSU and work here right after graduation. Well yeah, I don't like to consider that as a work but a kind of paying-it-forward, due to lack of a more appropriate term. But I also remember the personal conflict I used to struggle with before applying for a teaching stint: I was like, "No dude, not here in CLSU. Teachers aren't paid well...you can get a much better work somewhere, blah blah blah..." My ego almost won that instance. Almost. But then I again made a decision that later on will tell something about what is more important to me and for me. Realizing that the opportunity to pay my "dues" to the discipline that molded me has come, I chose to stay. And it was one of the best choices I made. It was something that I will never regret. Four years of teaching in this university has taught me a lot of things (I will write another note for that, haha). I fell in love with the classroom as a workplace, no, not a workplace, but a platform that affects countless students and youth. For me it's like a form of reaching out to the future generation, planting seeds today that will be harvested tomorrow. I am proud of the teaching profession. Given the hardships and sacrifices of teachers just to accomplish the task of building the nation, isn't it the time that the government consider (again) giving teachers a better reward for their dedication? Or am I asking for too much? But I'm thinking of possibilities.

And now, I remember my choice and decision to leave the academe. To leave the profession from which I learned a lot from, that gave me more than I have given, that enlarged me in my person in ways I never expected. Here is the point where I don't have the appropriate words to say. But then again, it all boils down to making choices, isn't it? That at some point, you really have to decide. Well there are inevitable factors as there are reasonable justifications whether in staying or in leaving, but really, everything is made up of choices. But I am embracing my choices as I am embracing my possibilities. This life, I also learned, offers a lot of possibilities, and here I am again face to face with one. So here I am not saying goodbyes or farewells, but saying hello to possibilities.

With that, I remember this poem below by Emily Dickinson. It will perhaps convey the words I can not say myself. I just love the way it tugs into me, especially on this significant transition in my life. The title of the poem is "I dwell in Possibility":

"I dwell in Possibility –

A fairer House than Prose –
More numerous of Windows –
Superior – for Doors –


Of Chambers as the Cedars –

Impregnable of eye –
And for an everlasting Roof
The Gambrels of the Sky –


Of Visitors – the fairest –

For Occupation – This –
The spreading wide my narrow Hands
To gather Paradise."

So there, I guess it's time for me to spread wide my arms and gather paradise again. And yes with God, the best is yet to come...and I am ready

Here's to all possibilities!




Thursday, July 17, 2014

Three Things

The other night I was at an engagement party at the church. The night was filled with encouraging testimonies and stories bursting with true love—unconditional and beyond measure. And I never thought that it would actually turn out to be my own “re-engagement” with the things that matter most in life. I was kind of reminded—and rather rebuked—about my perspective of and attitude towards love. I thought I already had enough of what love can be; of what it can do. I thought I already had an idea or an understanding of how beautiful love can unfold. But I realized until last night that I was left with no clue. I felt so humiliated (in a positive way) regarding my lack of proper perspective, and I felt so naïve about my experiences with love. With reasons I still keep to myself, I thought that at my age I already came full circle when it comes to relationships. Again I was wrong.

The love story that unfolded last night before my eyes is different. It is different in its capacity to love beyond the human heart. It is different in its willingness to understand. It is different in its unconditional way to forgive. It is different in its faith in the unlimited goodness and unrestricted grace of God, the author and writer of best and lasting love stories.

And since my heart is still filled and bursting with realization (and love), I want to share these three things I learned from what our pastor shared last night. It is actually taken from 1 Corinthians 13:13 where Paul talks about three important things in this life: Faith, Hope, and Love. And with so much anticipation for the God who is in the process of writing my love story, these three are my prayers and affirmations for myself:

FAITH.

I choose to live by faith, not with what I can see, hear, or feel. I choose to throw my life in the hands of the Promise-keeper, knowing deep in my heart that even though I can not see Him working now, I can expect that He is doing something amazing for me and that He will unfold it for me in His perfect time. I choose to believe in the beauty of waiting patiently for something, or someone. That even though I may get tired of waiting and may even be tempted to take a detour and a short cut, I’d willingly submit myself to hold fast to my faith and realize that everything worth having is worth waiting for. And I believe by faith that with God, it will all be worth it.

HOPE.

In this life, I choose to hope for the best. I have a God whose promises never fail, whose ways are far higher than mine, whose thoughts are far greater than all the world’s combined. I choose to hope confidently even in the midst of despair and frustration. When the time comes that my patience and strength is tested with all the mad realities of this life, I would smile at them and let the hope that springs forth abundantly from God’s throne of grace shine in the darkest night and lead the way. That may sound too cliché-ish, but you’ll never know what hope does until you hope in Someone who is unshakeable and unstoppable.

LOVE.

I choose to fill my life with love and loving people. I will not miss every single chance to love life. I will not lay waste the opportunities to show love, and be kind to, and honor other people. Someone said that one had not lived life in its fullness until he had filled every place and every space with love, and leave these places with indelible traces of love. So I choose to live. I choose to love. I choose to let love be the motivation in all that I do. I may get tired of loving people, but the Source of this love will never get tired of loving me. My supply will never run out. It will overflow in such a way that I have no choice but to share it and give it away. It will tumble like flood and leave a mark.

And when it comes to romantic love, yes, I will believe. In true love. In a love that is unconditional. In a love that is self-less. In a love story that is written by the hands of the Master Writer. So I give the pen in God’s hands, and allow Him to work on that grand and lofty masterpiece He has for me. Why do I believe in such things? Very simple. I’ve seen it unfold last night. I’ve seen it unfold in the lives of other people I know who made God the Author of their stories. And it was very, very beautiful.

Well, love has always been idealized by people and by romanticists (like myself, I admit), but only because love is too immense and too encompassing to ever be given meaning and description. Love is too great to contain. But we all have the capacity to know and feel it. Because it is real. In itself, love is a meaning. In itself, love is a reality.

In the bestselling book, “The Fault in our Stars” (and in the movie with the same title), Augustus Waters exclaimed that love is just a “shout into the void”. But I am persuaded to disagree. For me, love is not just a shout into the void—into nothingness—but rather, love is a resounding cry of celebration and an exhilarated shout trumpeting the wonders of life and existence. And spilling over and bursting forth from the deepest recesses of the human soul towards another, love is the greatest miracle, the only miracle, that has ever given this lonely world a chance at wholeness, and happiness, and joy.