Perfect Attendance

It happened not long after I was promoted to supervisory position. We have this malingerer employee who habitually leaves his post and asked other staff to take a look at his assigned duty. He was notorious for being shrewd and would not let an opportunity pass without taking advantage. My predecessors were apparently easy on him since he regularly join the group in their After Six extra-curricular activities. Early morning, he would take a break to have his breakfast at the canteen. Next, he’ll go out to ask for medicine at Medical. Not long after he returned, he’ll leave again to go to Benefits to have his request for trip ticket processed. One time, a representative from Airport Services came and asked for volunteers who will assist their regular staffs at the airport during the coming peak season, i.e. before Christmas and after New year. Overtime duty were privileges of those who have people skills in passengers handling. This requires direct contact with customers. If you don’t have these qualities, you’re not supposed to be there since you’ll be antagonizing customers rather than gaining their patronage and good will. When the list of those who will be given assignment was faxed to us confirming their participation in that special project, he was not among those included. Only those recommended were confirmed. He was fuming mad why he was not among them. Asking me why he was not included, I asked him in return, “Did you submit your name as one of those willing to volunteer for that special project?”, he said “None.”. Instead, he tried to make it appear I failed to do a job I was supposed to do. I simply said, “ I will endorse people I knew will be an asset to a team, not a liability. I can’t endorse people who’re pain in the ass. Recommendations and Endorsement carries with it a high degree of responsibility. I’m not willing to stake it in him.” Waiting for his official complain challenging my judgment call, until now it never came.

Fear of Flying

A year ago our colleague retired after 28 years of dedicated service. Twice a year he received a perfect attendance award. He received a total of 53 certificates attesting to his commitment to duty, rain or shine five days a week. To him, the show must go on. The only time he was out of office was when he was on sick leave. No typhoon or any other calamity could deter him. Even on holidays when he was given an assignment he reports for duty without complain. Some resented him every time he received an award since it became obvious he was too dedicated and consistent while they were just hoping, envious and sour-graping. On the day of his retirement, his detractors says - his life was monotonous. Day in and day out he reported for duty on time until he retired. Some people can’t appreciate achievement if others did it but if they were the achievers of the same effort, they shouted to high heavens how excellent they were.

Hostages

Last weekend, a major TV network Senior reporter, her two cameramen and a professor were being held hostages by a still unconfirmed group of muslim rebels. Reportedly, they went there without the knowledge of military and police authorities who has that province in their area of responsibility in Mindanao. Unlike their previous sorties in that war torn province, they kept their mission in secret ostensibly to make an exclusive interview of those rebels expecting to out-scoop their rival network. On the second day of their activity, the news was in the papers, broad sheet and tabloid alike, in tv and radio broadcasts except the reporters own network. Apparently, they want to deny their reporters captivity as much as they could to prevent the exposure of their folly. When this can’t be prevented anymore, they acknowledge the news report and pleaded with other media network not to exploit the situation so as not to jeopardized the safety of their crew. Different opinions were aired by different parties, some were saddened by this unfortunate event, others were joyful since the kidnapped team were staffs of a major power company most consumers hated. Taking an objective view and rendering my own unbiased opinion, I tried my best to remain in the middle. The issue here is not whether I liked or disliked the captive crews but rather the act of hostage-taking and the events that immediately preceded it. First, the reporters desire to bring the news to the people… the rebels grievance against the government, their ideology if any or simply to gain media mileage. Second, did they considered their personal safety, the opinions and support of their families and employers before embarking in their effort? Third, is the trip worth the effort after carefully weighing and considering the dangers they have to go through in getting it? On my first question, there’s no problem with that. They have done that before in pursuance of their desire to bring the NPA’s ideology, grievance against the government and access to media to attain their goal. On the second, a reporter of a major broadsheet revealed she was supposed to be in that team. It’s her personal desire to be included in that team. When she asked her boss’s permission, her boss says, “NO; It’s very risky. The effort is not worth it.”, still she tried hard to go with the team. She told her daughter she’s going. Her daughter refused, telling her just like what her boss said. She insisted, she’s going. When the daughter sensed, mom can’t be prevented from going… she decided to go with her mother. If anything wrong happened to mother, they would at least be together. If mother gonna get killed, she’ll die with her. Then mother Back Off. On my last question and the most disturbing one, I have dissected it in separate levels so objectivity can be served. On the professional side, getting the news and the truth to the people is a noble motive for any media practitioner worth his salt. On a strictly personal level, having achieved where others can only dreamed off is a monumental achievement. I don’t care if others can do it, attempt to do it, nobody does it… I’ll do it because it’s my personal desire and mission to achieve it. “It’s a personal satisfaction to go “where angels fear to thread.” On the economic side, the desire to outperform the competition, assures anyone his/her continues prestige and economic return that goes with it. A very high profile performer in any field of endeavor can command the highest price the market can offer. Having established a lofty reputation only emboldens and raises the level of hunger and thirst for a higher degree of achievement. I would humbly conclude after a logical analysis that what leads to this hostage taking was the result of pushing the envelope too far.

Pilot Error

A flight attendant was grounded by her administrative manger. Questioned what happened and why she’s on the family way but haven’t changed her marital status yet, she simply said, “Pilot Error.”

Hobbies

Taking a break from our work is a necessary endeavor to avoid the monotonous routine of our daily existence. All work and no play will make us dull and our activities too mechanical. Some enjoy outing and bonding with the families, friends and even officemates. Picnics and excursion on the beach and trekking mountains are popular outdoor activities. Others prefer going to the malls and spend their time window shopping or simply have their pastime in places not far from home. Families either bond together or in separate groups. Mother and daughters usually watch and see melodramatic movies while father and sons would opt for adventure, action and suspense. All might settle for comedy and light movies. In sports, mother and daughters would prefer ballet and figure/ice-skating while the men pick boxing and basketball. Generally, I’ve spent time with my family both in indoor and outdoor activities especially when we were still in the province and when we moved here in the city we still find time to bond together albeit not as frequent as before. Going to the malls on weekend once in a while is still a favorite activity and most of the weekends, we stayed at home watching tv and home video to be together since everybody is working on weekdays. Alone, I’m preoccupied with reading, chess games analysis and internet research covering subjects I want to deepen my knowledge. While still a student, I spent my vacant time at the school library doing research and once it become a habit it’s difficult to break. Previously, we read our news only through newspapers, listening to radio and tv broadcasts. Not anymore. We can access the different media network through internet. I learned to use the internet less than three years ago. Having learned to use this new medium, I’m like a child who can’t be separated from his toy – even in sleep. There were even times, when my children has to practically beg me to take a break from our PC/internet. They keep on reminding me, my eyesight will be affected by staying too long in front of the computer. Once I take my break from the PC, I listen to mellow music to refresh my mind and falling into sleep, having a well-needed rest, I’m ready for the next day’s activity.

Rules of Engagement

Sooner or later, our children will leave us to live a life of their own. Just like us when we left our parents to build our own home and families, we’ll have to accept the fact that they belong to us only when they’re still dependent on our parental support and under our care. Once our sons begin seriously courting girls and our daughters entertain suitors in preparation for marriage, it becomes our business to remind them so they won’t be committed to married life unprepared. First, they must be through with their studies so they’ll have something to show when they apply for employment. Second, they must be gainfully employed so they’ll have a regular source of income to support their upcoming families. Better yet, the job must be stable so they’re secure in their employment. For our daughters, it’s better if they’re employed as well so they can help their husbands support the family. What if the husband lost his job, his employer closes shop or suddenly dies they must be able to raise their children decently even as a single parent. Although I was able to raise my family as the sole bread winner, things are different now compared to our time when we were raising our family. My wife stopped working after three years of marriage to be a full time mother. Nowadays, it’s preferable if both parents are working to be able to give their children the best education. If there’s only one bread winner, the partner must have at least a small business to augment the family’s income. After courting and finding the prospective lifetime partner, becoming steady sweethearts for a period of time to test if indeed they’re compatible and ready for married life… engagement follows. It is here where I made a set of “Rules of Engagement”. It worked for us then, it would work for them now. Trusted by my would be parents-in-law to strictly follow the code of good morals and proper decorum, we see to it that every time we went out to church and unescorted dates I fetched home my future wife at the expected time she must be home. Sometimes, her youngest sister goes along with us probably as an observer, how we behave and to find out how trustworthy we can be. Second, each partner must give each other space to explore their opportunities both in post-graduate education and better employment opportunities; e.g., overseas job that yields substantial monetary rewards or job that encourage excellence leading to promotions. One must support the other and not an obstacle to the partner’s ambition. Avoid professional jealousy that will pit one against the other in terms in achievement and monetary return. Many engaged couple and would be husband and wife are guilty of pre-marital sex. This I emphasized to my children both boys and girls to avoid this sin. It’s something sacred that must be enjoyed only after they were legally-wedded, and blessed. They have all the time in the world to enjoy the heavenly gift bestowed by the Holy Father. Not one among them protested. I hope and wished to God no one goes astray. Please bless them Lord.

Fairy Tales

A man entered the confession box and began his ritual. “ Bless me father for I have sinned.”, whispered the man. “Son, what are the sins you have committed?”, asked the prelate. “Father, I have this strong urge to kill anyone who believe in God and later on I regret doing this mortal sin. I’ve killed five people and I don’t know when I can put a stop to this. Can God forgive my beastly act ?”, the sinner asked. “Son, God forgives anyone who sins and asked for his forgiveness.”, the prelate replied. “Father, do you believe in God?”, asked the sinner. After a deep breathe, the prelate said, “Son, I’m too old to believe in fairy tales.”

Change

Long before Sen. Obama anchored his campaign on this platform of CHANGE, many Filipino politicians have already rode on this theme to launch their election campaign. As far as I can remember, our longest serving president Ferdinand E. Marcos anchored his presidential bid on the promise of “This country will be great again.” Citing the mismanagement and mal-administration of then incumbent President Diosdado Macapagal, father of the present president GMA, he promised to be different and cure the ills of the government and turn the country to be the model of Asia that Filipinos can be truly proud of. When Marcos was elected president, our country was No. 2, second only to Japan economically. He promised to make the country No. 1 and promised anew to be in this position after his 2nd term expires four years later. When he was kicked out of office by People Power in 1986, after twenty years in power our country was still in second place… 2nd only to Bangladesh as the poorest country in the region. His apologist argued… so what if we’re still in 2nd place… there was a change, isn’t it? Hi Hi Hi…Right, you’re okay. You’re telling the truth. There was indeed a change. When widow Cory Aquino ran against Marcos in the 1986 snap elections, she promised to be different. There will be a change. “I will be like what Marcos is not.”, candidate Cory declared. And so it came to pass. She was installed as Marcos successor. During her term, media was restored. No censorship was imposed. Press Freedom was enjoyed freely. The 1973 Constitution was scrapped after declaring her government as Revolutionary hence came the birth of this 1987 Freedom Constitution. This was the change she promised and was delivered. Not much change happened when President Fidel V. Ramos took over. FVR continued President Cory’s program of government since he was a protégé of his predecessor. Candidate Erap promised to have his government pro-poor, something his predecessor has neglected. He also promised not to travel as much as FVR did when he was in office. More than this, he promised to dispense justice to all people equally. The poor, the rich will be given equal justice before the law. In his inaugural speech, he declared “No friends, No relatives, No companero will be given preferential treatment. Don’t dare to try me.” After two years and six months in office, there was a sudden change. A change in government leadership. He was kicked out of office by what every Filipino knew as People Power II. Vice President Gloria Macapagal Arroyo found herself the new president. She promised “ To have food in every dining table.” Only two months ago, a family is considered lucky if there’s food in their household. Long queue lining up to buy cheap rice are common sight in the most depressed areas. Even the well offs join the miserables in lining up to buy our major staple. The significant change that happened in the past two months were the price of our prime commodity. Prices has doubled while workers salary remains. In this case, our take home pays were becoming mere “loose change”. Salary increase will be given but it’s just a drop in the bucket. President GMA’s allies want a change in the form of our government. They want to shift to parliamentary from republican form. They haven’t made any headway yet. This early, politicians with presidential ambitions are promising change from the present woes we are having. If only they can make good their promises, maybe our country will not be as worst as it is now. God bless us.

Tears Of the Son

Filipinos are basically close to its nuclear family even after they have their own family after marriage. It’s not unusual to find children helping their parents in the family finances especially if the parent’s family income is barely enough to keep the family’s bones and soul together. Even at a young age, children help father and mother in their respective tasks. Eldest son helps father in his work- farming, fishing, construction or any other endeavor. Basic needs such as food, shelter, clothing are the priorities. Education is considered a luxury for families not earning enough to meet the basic needs. Eldest son usually makes the greatest sacrifice so younger siblings can be sent to school and learn the basic of education, i.e., reading and writing. The poorest of the poor who were able to send their children to primary schools considered themselves lucky and blessed. Those who were able to graduate in the secondary proudly display their certificate of completion in that level. The luckier ones who were not able to enroll in higher education but were able to land a job were grateful for learning technical know how in vocational and technical courses. My daughter’s godfather is a typical example. After landing a job, he regularly turns over his salary to his mother to be able to supplement his father’s earning support their family. Father is a lineman in a telecom company and with ten other children to support, eldest son’s financial assistance is a great relief. In all family matters, he plays a major role in decision making. His parents can not decide once he is not around to deliver the final say. They were eleven children and from the 2nd down to the last he helped spent for their education. Even the married siblings ask him for support to buy the baby’s milk since they’re not earning enough either. The hard- headed siblings were not able to finish their studies just like their classmates who were bad influence. The youngest sibling, a girl who was just a college sophomore was luckier when she married an engineer several years his senior. She was the only one who married a professional. The rest married dropouts who were just like them. For all his sacrifices, to the extent of denying himself of higher education just to be able to send them to schools, clothe them they seemed to be ungrateful for not making the best of the opportunities given. Time spent, fatherly attention given to these younger siblings went to naught. Father and mother were thankful for having an eldest son like him but were unlucky to have the rest of their children grows up to be dependent on their parents and eldest brother. The eldest son remains unmarried to this day and have no family to look after him in his old age. Yes, he has less than a dozen nieces and nephews but they can’t compare to one’s own children who were properly raised. On the other hand, it’s better to remain a bachelor if he’ll have children just like his siblings. Even if he shed tears of blood, they won’t change. They don’t have visions and ambitions.

Same Names

A rape victim filed a complaint at the women’s desk of the police station after she was rescued. Told to narrate the circumstances of the alleged rape, she said she was abducted, stuffed in a tinted van, blindfolded her and brought to a safehouse. There, four men took turns in raping her. Asked if she knew her abductors, she said she can identify them if she saw them again. After they’re through raping her, they locked her in the room of the 2nd floor and went on drinking spree. Decided to make a escape, she improvised and made use of the blanket as a escape rope climbing out through the window where she was finally rescued. One thing she volunteered to the investigators, she learned who their names were. They have the same names. “And who were they?”, the investigator asked. “NEXT”.

Pinoy Idle

Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery. Once an original is appreciated, imitation follows. Sometimes, the imitation looks better than the original. Fashion, entertainment, sports, jobs, politics, technology. Of late, there were tv programs being aired locally were imitated or copied from its original concept in the USA. Pinoy Big Brother and Wheel of Fortune were popular programs patterned after the original hit tv shows from the mainland. Young pupils when asked what their ambitions in life were?… many answered.. “I want to join “Pinoy Big Brother” so I’ll be discovered as an entertainment talent.” Some wants to join the “Wheel of Fortune” to have a chance of winning a major prize given to winning participants. Lately, “Pinoy Idol”, patterned after the popular program American Idol was aired locally. Anything that was conceptualized in the U.S. can be expected to have legions of following locally. A colleague who is a holder of a US tourist visa filed for a two-month vacation leave. Before he left, he made it known to us he might go on extended leave if work to be done exceeds this requested leave. Allegedly, he was invited by a relative and several friends who were in the construction business to earn dollars by working while on vacation. Work to be done were repair of apartments that includes repainting, lighting fixtures, bath rooms, removal and replacement of carpets, door locks and other related works. Work is relatively easy compared to similar work done here. Safety goggles, proper work clothes, mechanized tools were provided by contractors. Seemingly, he was enjoying his vacation since he was earning in dollars, aside from the fact that he’s on paid vacation leave. A week before the two month vacation comes to a close, he called up advising us he’ll be back to work as scheduled. On the day he reported to work, he told us – the vacation leave was not worth the earnings he got. He was able to work only for a month and on the second month… work was stopped. He was told, tourists are restricted from working and people who employ them will be penalized if they got caught. However, he was allowed to stay and worked at home as cook and do other house hold chores as dish washer, gardener, house cleaner. Although he was compensated for everything he did, not getting the job and work he was promised when he left, he felt cheated. Not losing his sense of humor and still afford to join us making fun of what happened he was frustrated to be a model, an idol to American dreamers, instead he called himself.. PINOY IDLE.

Dressed To Hell

Several years back our manager brought us in tow in a social function accorded to a retiring pilot when he commanded his last revenue flight on his 60th birthday. I was in command of the afternoon shift composed of seven people, eight myself included. To make our presence felt, I assigned two staffs to remain on post and the six of us went out to accompany our boss. Refreshments were served before the main course followed. Guests kept on arriving and flight deck crews (captain and first officers) with scheduled flights left after taking their meals. Crews who flew their last flight for the day went directly to this gathering and enjoyed the exquisite cuisine. Our group who were on duty seldom attend gatherings and social functions like this except during Christmas parties and company anniversaries came just like taking our meals at the company canteen. One just point his order, place them in his tray, pay the cashier and find a space where he can do his thing. In this social function, things were quite different. Pleasantries were exchanged between close and not so close friends, fellow employees from other divisions in our department, employees greeting big bosses who seldom knew us individually and personally. Greetings were perfunctory activity, not out of sincerity. Two or three of us who finished our meals earlier left to cover the two who were left behind and allow them to have a hearty meal just like us who enjoyed it earlier. The rest of us remained to await the arrival of the late comers. I happen to be separated from our group when a friend from other division engage me in a long animated conversation. When it was over I inched my way to the door to be able to get back to my post. Still a few faces away from the door, I meet this pilot and said, “ I want a glass of red wine.” Pointing the table where the drinks were, I told him… “Sir, it’s over there.” Then he pressed further, “Get me a glass, I’m Captain Barbell.” “No sir, please ask the waiter to get you one. I’m supervisor Gene Yu.”, I answered back. “Sorry, I thought you’re the waiter.”, he apologizes. Accepting his apology, I told him…”No problem, people do make mistakes. Pilots crashed planes when they make mistakes in the cockpit. Good thing sir, you make your mistake on ground.” After that exchange, I discreetly approached my boss and told him I’m leaving to return to my post to join the boys there. He gave me the green light to leave him and so I went. On another occasion, a weather briefing was scheduled at 10 PM and our boss can not attend. He left the office after attending the 5 PM briefing and delegated the next meeting to me. In this meeting, plans whether to evacuate the planes to outstations or tie them down, flights from out stations whether to hold them there or allow them to take off or simply to load additional fuel in case of diversion, what each department or division was supposed to do, so when the coming tropical storm makes a landfall or pass through our stations minimum collateral damage is done. When he’s already home, he took the trouble to make further instructions. The meeting will be attended by no less than the VP of Flight Operations, Managers under our department and other departments directly under the SVP, Senior Vice President of Operations Group. Sometimes, the SVP attend this meetings unannounced. Seeing me in rugged attire and casual clothing day in and day out, I was told to attend in formal attire. I must be either in long sleeve or at least with collar. “Copied your instructions loud and clear and rest assured it’s as if you...yourself is attending this meeting.” To make a long story short, I did attend the meeting. It lasted more or less one and a half hour. I took important notes with special emphasis to those that concerned our division. Snacks were served before meeting was adjourned. I cascaded my notes to the boys and when I reported for work the following day, I was summoned to his office. He asked me to appraised him what happened in yesterday’s meeting. I told him, it’s in my notes I placed at his table. “ Did you not find it or is there something wrong with it?, I asked him. “ I found it and there’s nothing wrong with it.”, he said. “ I thought I screwed up that’s why you wanted me here. ” Nothing wrong with that. I just want to know if you attended in proper attire… did you come in long sleeve or with collar?”. “ Both. “, I replied. “I came wearing my leather jacket, like those worn by motorcycle riders riding their big bikes.”, I added. All he could say was “S*it.”, almost falling from his chair.

FG, Fool Gentleman

My present employer is my third since my first job. In this span of time, I’ve been under a dozen bosses with different personalities. Just like a professor rating his students, I would rate them on their overall qualities. The average type I’ll not discuss much but the extremes, i.e., the excellent and mediocre will be dissected like a scientist examining his specimen under a microscope. Mike was my first manager. He was happy go lucky and subordinates were treated like members of his family. This is understandable since his company was a small entity with less than 30 staffs in its payroll. I was happy with him and my colleagues such that when I requested to be released two months short of one year service I felt like an orphan. My next manager was Freddie. He was all right, fair and implemented orders from higher ups and sees to it everybody gets his fair share. Bert and Rudy were my next two division managers. They were product of the old school hence were relatively strict but reasonable. Alex became my first administrative manager since I was posted in the field under his command but functionally, I’m not under him since he doesn’t have the technical know how to do or understand how our work is being done. Under his command, we felt like we’re under a military commander since he emphasized the value of sprit de corps all the time. Either we all live or die together. One for all and all for one. I was under him for almost nine years and all those years I had no problem with him nor him with me. As to my colleagues, he was involve by virtue of the principle of “command responsibility” when one of our staff used our company service vehicle during the unholy hours of the evening and figured in a vehicular accident. The car undertook major repairs before it was put back to serviceable use again. Alex got off the hook, but the subordinate was grounded for a month. My next administrative manager was Jun; taking over from Alex when Mrs. Alex sequestered her husband following the discovery of a certain Mrs. Alex II. Observing our code of silence, no one got the balls to confirm Mrs. Alex Original’s suspicion. Jun was a high profile boss who came like a conquering hero. Like VP Gloria Macapagal Arroyo taking over from Pres. Erap. Before he took over, he was introduced to the whole community, the governor, the mayor, the head of offices, the provincial commander, all the honorable in the capital town were introduced like foreign dignitaries. They were made to understand – any request for accommodation can be accommodated by Mr. National Flag Carrier. Comparing previous bosses to this guy… they’re all second rate, trying hard. He was a superb dresser; his people skills were excellent. Like a politician. One incident between me and him strained and soured our subordinate-boss relationship. One time I was still working my backlog due to successive power interruptions. It was still an hour before quitting time when everybody were boarding our service car except me. We were invited to a town fiesta (festivities) when Jun came over and asked me to join the group. I told him, “Boss, I’ll just stay behind so I can receive all incoming messages so early tomorrow we don’t have any backlog. Confirmation of requested seats favor our overbooked passengers were among those expected messages. He said, “ Shut down the radio equipments and if anything happens I’ll just explain in your behalf tomorrow.” I replied, “ Boss, I’d rather do it right today than explain tomorrow because I screwed up today.” He stared at me, looked me from head to foot and without saying a word left with the entire staff. I was left alone, did all my pending job, closed my office (I have my own room with lock and key apart from the sales people’s office), went home and rest. The following day, I learned from my friends… Jun was mad at me for refusing his invitation and joining the group. There was a veiled threat - I better be careful or else…I just shrugged my shoulders and jokingly told my friends “ he be careful, not me. I’m doing nothing, so what should I be careful about?” Two or three days later, I learned… my friends were prevented from talking to me, drinking with me, any form of personal or even official inter-action will be sanctioned. I simply told my friends, “Just do what’s best for you. Don’t worry about me. I can take care of myself.” One time, while he was in the city attending a meeting-workshop, we were watching a big time boxing match on tv and were having rounds of beer. A former friend who was so intimidated by him reported the incident when be returned. My drinking buddy was reprimanded not to do that again. Otherwise, he will not be recommended for future training that were lined up so they’ll be considered for promotion. He wants me out of the loop. An outsider. Not satisfied with that, he attempted to embarrass me in front of a generous customer. A customer who purchased a plane ticket called up the canteen earlier and ordered “refreshment and snack for the airline staff.” When it was delivered I happen to be at the ticket office turning over an urgent message for him to act and reply immediately. My friends and the customer offered me to get mine but before they’re through with what they’re saying… Jun told me to get only one, not more and leave immediately. This guy is trying to put me in the defensive and I promised he’ll not succeed. I don’t get mad. I get even. I thank the customer and my friends but before leaving left a message, “It’s nice when offered a meal, but nicer when you’re footing the bill. There’s no such thing as free lunch. Sooner or later, you’ll pay for it.” Days passed, months and after a year… he was transferred to another posting. Ronnie took over from Jun. My new manager is straight and honest. Unlike Jun, Ronnie does not even drink or smoke. His routine is Home-Office-Home. Under his command, the company was able to save substantial amount from supplies alone. Even overtime was kept to a minimum. Once, Jun’s staff called up to inquire if there is really a retroactive rice allowance and when it is to be released. I told the guy.. it was given two months ago it’s now history. He can’t believe what he just learned. They were told, it’s not released simultaneously. I suggested, he better contact Jun (and Ronnie’s) director and inquire if indeed theirs is yet to be released. The guy filed a leave and verified from Jun’s immediate boss and found out Jun misappropriated the money. Upon learning this, I have mixed emotions about my former boss. For all his pomp and show, all of the elegance displayed he’s nothing but a clown in his desire for recognition and attention. He filed for a loan to cover the amount he misappropriated and before it was released, he was audited and found guilty of fiduciary matters. He was fired and lost his job. And before this happened, he left his wife and lived with Mrs. Jun II. This must be poetic justice. One misfortune after another, this manager was living in hypocrisy. He has feet of clay after all. What was once an icon of popularity, he succeeded in leading his life to obscurity. Who once was adored as a conquering hero is no more than a fool gentleman, an FG.

ESALA, FRAUD

Four years ago, I resigned from our savings and loan association after being a member since a month after I joined our company. This association has the employees, both active and retired as it’s members. Purpose of this when it was organized by its founding members was to mutually help and assist its members in its financial needs so they will not be exploited and fell prey to loan sharks. Since becoming a member, we receive an annual dividend based on the number of shares we invested as share from the association’s retained earnings. Members were happy in this set up since our shares earned a commensurate dividend for the amount invested. In 1998, we were hit by an economic turmoil. Labor unrest keep us from having industrial peace and harmony. When peace was finally attained, albeit temporarily we tried to fall back on our employees savings and loan association, ESALA for our financial needs – household, tuition fees for our children, utilities and other basic needs. To our dismay, we were prevented from drawing our money since massive withdrawals were made earlier by big time depositors. If we were allowed to withdraw our money, this would amount to bank run triggering other depositors to withdraw their investment. To appease us, we were allowed to withdraw up to 20 % of our deposit on scheduled basis. Release will be made after every collection from members per payday. We survived on this set up until 3 years where we were still given our annual dividend every end of year. Last time we were given our dividend was in 2001. Two years in a row dividend was not declared, in 2002 and 2003. We began to wonder why this is happening since interests earned from loans extended to members were deducted in advance. From the investigation we made and information we gathered from disgruntled staffs of the association, we learned our money was invested by the officers not made known to the members. Scheme is not so hard to fathom. They invested our money and distributed among themselves (the officers) whatever earnings our money made. Several months before I resigned I tried to withdraw money for my son’s tuition fee. I was refused and instead, I was told to file a loan so I can have the money I wanted. I flared up and look for the manager thinking they’re trying to con me. How come they can’t release my withdrawal but they can release money if I filed for a loan. The obvious is now in the open. The association does not have enough cash really; collections every payday were not enough to cover the release of withdrawals, loans and members closing their accounts. Not satisfied with the explanations and they’re not so transparent to admit they have invested our money in investments they’re not supposed to engage I decided to resign and close my accounts. I was supposed to receive all my money nine months after I closed my membership. When I came back to get my money, I was given only 20% of my money and I was told to return six months later to get 10 %. After getting the 10% , it took me another six months to get another 10%. In December of 2005, they issued two claim stabs to be presented in March 2007 representing 30 % and the last 30% to be presented in June 2007. Many members are still enraged awaiting the total release of their money they’re entitled to withdraw. In an ordinary bank, you can deposit your money today and withdraw it next week, next month or any other day. And you can walk out of the bank with your money. Savings and Loan Associations are not the best institution where anybody can invest their hard earned money. Very few people can be trusted with our money. Either you invest your money in Treasury bills, time deposit or trust funds rather than ESALA where officers of the association can squander your money without you knowing it. One time, I happen to meet a former friend, still working for ESALA courting and sweet-talking me to return. I jokingly told him, I’ll return if they’ll give me a 100,000 loan just like what the banks are offering . Banks are offering as much as 1.5 million depending on your capacity to pay and it’s without collateral. He said ESALA can’t do that yet. I can only avail thirty thousand pesos after renewing my membership and periodic deductions/contributions had been made. In jest, I told him, “Pare, thanks for the offer, but I’ll just avail of the loan offered by this Indian national, we all knew as “BOMBAY”. Both of us have a hearty laugh. I know, he knew, I know.

Desperate Our Lives

The last four months in our country’s landscape had been so turbulent such that waking up in the morning not hearing a bad news can be deemed abnormal. Early February ZTE star witness Jun Lozada surfaced on national tv alleging he was kidnapped by G-men who attempted to silence him but aborted the plan when media people becomes noisy on radio and on tv and his disappearance becomes too hot to handle. Senate investigation on his alleged kidnapping became the subject of a Senate investigation implicating high government officials from the police to the cabinet members and their understudies. One witness follows another and until now the inquiry has not been put to a close. In late March until April, the country was in a quandary where to get rice, our national staple. Supply disappeared in the market and when warehouses were raided, authorities found enough supply were being hoarded to make an appearance of less supply and high demand thus commanding a higher selling price. Cheap rice were repacked and sold at premium prices by merely packing the commodity in superior looking rice bags. First of May, labor leaders and workers trooped to the streets to demand wage hike to keep abreast with the rising cost of prime commodities. Different suggestions were made as to grant and implementations of the wage increase. Almost immediately, consumers were taken for a ride by politicians to demand the removal of charging of electrical pilferage known as systems loss – power not actually used by consumers but pilfered by illegal users then billed by the power company to its legitimate consumers. Middle of May i.e. May 16th, shortly before 9AM, 9 RCBC employees were massacred in Cabuyao, Laguna when bank robbers shot them in the head, point blank. A 10th victim, expired 2 days later. The victims of the St. Valentine’s Day massacre in Chicago in 1929 were happier. Bugs Moran boys were slaughtered by Al Capone’s gang, its mortal enemies. In the Cabuyao carnage, they were not the bank robbers enemies or rivals but ordinary bank employees tasked as keepers and handlers of money. Two days later, another massacre happened in Calamba, also in Laguna. Here, eight victims were killed. Less than a week after these two massacres, Tropical Storm Cosme devastated Northern Luzon leaving more than 40 people dead, destroyed thousands of houses and school buildings rendering the opening of classes is these areas in June doubtful. Prices of oil products were raised resulting to a fare hike nobody wants. Shortly before weekend, four buses of a provincial bus company were torched right at their terminal in the metropolis. Allegedly, extortion is the motive of the crime although not likely. Disgruntled bus drivers and conductors dismissed by management for various offenses were the likely culprits in this incident. In higher education, surveys shows at least 30 per cent dropout for the coming school year is anticipated. Reasons were the hike in tuition fees and parents not capable of raising the amount for their children’s school fees would rather allow their children to look for a job where they qualify to augment the family’s income. Many students are transferring from the private schools to the state colleges and universities to avail of the low tuition fees since the state funds these schools through the national budget. And when these students graduates, no jobs await them here so they leave their love ones to seek that proverbial greener pastures outside the country. New problems keep coming faster than we solve the present ones. It is said, the cost of dying is more than the cost of living. Otherwise, many of our suffering countrymen would have committed suicide or genocide long time ago. The real hopeless ones did. With each passing day, desperate people are rising in numbers. People wanting for a job, food, shelter, clothing, medicines for the sick, education for our children, the barest of necessities. Indeed, many people in our midst - young and old, learned and unlearned are desperate just to survive,

Gracey and Laura

GRACEY and LAURA, OFW

Friends. Colleagues. Both IT professionals. Separated more than a year, reunited and lived in paradox after fulfilling their dreams. They planned, decided and moved to put to use their professional skills where it should be. With more than enough experience in a multinational IT company, they ventured to make their fortune away from their homeland. First to leave was Laura. Five months later, she convinced her friend to consider joining here there. Her recruiter was legal, taken care of her well-being, considerate and even look after the welfare of her dependents she left behind in the country. Gracey was thankful and happy for her friend not to be victimized and fell prey to an illegal recruiter. Meanwhile, Gracey’s own recruiter personally came here more than a month after Laura left. Her recruiter wants to personally talk to her parents and convince them to allow their daughter to go with him for an overseas posting. On top of the assurance for a permanent residency, her parents and siblings can join her there if they decided to do so. Constraint would be the weather since ours is not like theirs. In winter, the climate is biting cold and on summer, the climate is oven-hot. Unlike Saudi Arabia, where the culture strictly observe the muslim faith and the teachings of Allah, this country is similar to the liberal culture of United Arab Emirates where western culture and entertainment can be freely enjoyed in their cities of Abu Dhabi and Dubai. Gracey told her recruiter she’ll consider the offer. Four months after her recruiter left, she submitted her credentials after consulting her parents, inquiring Laura – if the documents required to be submitted were similar to hers. After getting an assurance from her friend, they were the same papers and documents she submitted, Gracey decided to follow without second thought. Terms of the offer were “ No placement Fee to be collected” and it’s a “Direct Hire”. The only expenses Gracey incurred were for Passporting, Visa Fee and of course, medical and briefing fee, all similar to Laura’s. Less than two months later, the first of two confirmation packets of documents from the government agency of that country arrived. Gracey was assured that the offer was valid and the recruiter is legitimate and can enter into a contract. Additional documents were to be prepared aside from the ones submitted earlier. The second packet arrived more than a month later. Specific instructions to submit herself to physical/medical examination to that country’s authorized medical center/hospital and to attend a ”briefing” in our government agency task to brief and orient departing OFW’s on what to expect on that foreign country’s culture and peculiarities. A month later, the physical/medical examination was completed and after a week she appeared at that foreign country’s embassy to get her visa. Finding her papers were complete and in order, she easily got her visa. She was given a six-month period to leave and report to that foreign country. More than two months later, her recruiter-employer personally came to assure her parents -their daughter is in good hands and he came to fetch and escort Gracey to gain entry to their country without hassle. Her recruiter was truly sincere, caring and took good care of her. The recruiter’s family- his sister, parents, close family friends and office colleagues were at the arrival area of their country’s Port of Entry awaiting their arrival. Gracey was reassured her arrival begins on a happy note. Two months after her arrival, her friend Laura came and visited her and serves as a reunion or sort since they’ve last seen each other in the Philippines. Less than three months after leaving her native country, she complied with the first condition to gain a permanent residency status. Gracey exchanged “ I DO”s with her recruiter-employer-former fiancé and now husband, JEFF. Laura was her maid of honor, (she married her soldier husband a year earlier). While Laura came home almost a year and a half after she left the country, Gracey took a little longer.. two years and two months. Although they’re residing in separate cities, friends keep in touch with each other. When Gracey came home for a short vacation last January, I asked her what she did. She simply told me. “ God had been so kind to me. He gave me everything. I listened to my parents so he blessed me. And most of all, I asked God to give this one to my mother.”, “ And what is that?” I asked. “ I prayed to God and asked him to give my mother a handsome and loving son-in-law. And he did. He did not fail me. Thank you God for everything.” Gracey said.

I knew their story. Gracey is Melanie’s (my sister-in-law) niece”. She stayed with us while employed at the Call Center here in the city. Truly, Gracey and Laura are great OFW’s – Outstanding Filipina Wives. And green card holders too.

Country Boy, The Underrated

Summer 1967. Entrance examination for elementary school graduate hoping to be admitted in one of the public high school in Quezon City. Barely two months after arriving from the province, I was not given a chinaman’s chance to land a slot in the coming school year. As the new kid in town, a country boy (probinsiyano) venturing into the big city pitted against graduates of the city’s famous public primary schools, they considered me lucky to earn a slot in the last section of the evening classes. I was considered half-cook, greenhorn, can be easily beaten by the poorest in the class of the least rated elementary school. Playmates used to tease me – I knew nothing of anything the city has to offer. They asked me if in our province we have electricity, tv, radio, newspaper, movie house, car, traffic lights, pedestrian crossing, ice cream. I told them we have none but I knew what they were. They even said, what we have in the province are carabao’s, goats, pigs, chicken, camote (sweet potato) and nothing more. Also, the only prominent object we have in the province is moonlight which is hardly missed in the city, brooks and forests. I just took them in stride knowing most of what they’re saying are true. Taking offense for their unpalatable and insulting remarks, I decided and was determined to beat them in the coming entrance examinations. Even their parents told my parents not to expect too much from me so they won’t be disappointed. And so it came to pass. The examination came. We were segregated into two groups – those who were graduates of the city and those graduates from the provinces. The top 10% from the provinces will join the 90% that came from the city. When the result was published, there will be 22 sections in the day session and 11 sections in the 5-year curriculum evening classes. We were ranked according to our score. Initially, I was included in the first section of the day session. I was ranked first among the incoming high school freshmen and my nearest pursuer was at the fifth section, also in the day session. Their parents asked them what section they belong so with mine. They’re not happy to know I beat their sons saying I’m just lucky and it was just a fluke win. They even said, it’s not final as in the past and it will be revised and fine tuned in a week’s time. True enough, after it was reviewed.. I was relegated to the second section, a notch lower. When they learned it from their sons, they simply said, “ I told you so. You don’t belong there. Even landing at the second section was too high for you. Probably, even that… was a mistake.” These people were trying to downplay my accomplishment and tried hard to paint themselves as prophet announcing what is to come. From that moment, a grim determination was born in me “ to rise and top any contest where their children is a participant” It doesn’t matter if other contestant or adversary beat me as long as I beat all the children of my detractors and make them swallow their words. I took it personal now. They tried to prevent me from attending athletic event, cultural and industrial fair, field trips and extra curricular activities. They told my parents they are too ambitious and showy to allow me to join these activities when we’re behind in our monthly space (quarter’s) rent. They even went to the extent of telling my parents that I will be more productive if I just help the family earn money so we will not be behind in our payment. I’m not blind or naïve not to see all of these, why they are trying to prevent me from continuing my studies. The more they tried, the more I remained focus and steadfast in achieving my goal. In second year, I maintained my ranking and remained in the second section. I was promoted to the first section when I was in my junior year maintaining that when I was in my senior year, now graduating. A female classmate was the only one in our neighborhood who can rightfully claim she has beaten me and she’s telling the truth. Since first year, she was in the first section until we graduated. But she doesn’t matter to me. Her parents never put me down and she’s a decent young lady. After graduating from high school and our family was still dirt poor, I became a working student. I became a helper in a construction company in day time and attending evening classes taking up two-year technical course. I was able to graduate on schedule after two years and immediately landed a job. Actually, I got the job two weeks before graduation. In fact, I skip the graduation rites since I was assigned and posted in the province north of Manila during my first 3 months of employment. While employed here, I took the NCEE, National College Entrance Examination to be able to enroll in a baccalaureate degree course unlike the 2-year technical courses where it’s not needed. I took this exam and my high school batch mates in the neighborhood also tried their luck. When the result was released, I beat all of them. I’m not too happy that I consistently beaten them. I only wanted their parents to know their children is not in my league, that if their children are not so bright it’s because their parents have low IQ’s. I’m too polite to even raise my voice when they talk to me. But they took it too mean they can push me around. When they asked me what I did that I passed that exam. My answer was simple, “ I simply followed the instructions.” “And what was that?”, they asked. “ Write the correct answers, and I did exactly just that.” And I added, “ Sir, those who failed were those who did not follow instruction. They wrote the wrong ones. And some were hard headed. They did not write an answer, they leave the numbers blank. And I promised… NEXT TIME, I’LL BE DOING THE SAME. FOLLOW INSTRUCTIONS.

Talk Show

Each day before or after my work, I make it a habit to watch the day’s news either the early morning, early evening, or the late night news. Without these news, I felt so remote not knowing what happened in and out of the country and what should be done if something suddenly threatens the populace. While this routine makes my day, seeing rubbish talk shows hosted by morons raises my blood pressure. Once, I was watching a boxing match and my wife suddenly changed channel to check if her regular weekend talk show was already on going/running, I saw the face of this idiot host asking her guest stupid questions. I flared up and punch the television screen to release my incense feeling seeing this moron on national tv showing her stupidity. The guest was the subject of a blind item published in a daily tabloid and was asked how she feels about it since she is being alluded to in a scandalous gossip? When the guest denied she’s involved in that alleged scandal, that idiot host pushed her questioning if the guest is willing to subject herself to a lie detector test to confirm the truth or falsity of her answer. How come these moron talk show hosts are allowed to bully and put their guests on the defensive? To be the subject of an unpleasant news is bad enough, how much more to put their guests in embarrassment live on national tv? Are the network owners so desperate to allow this kind of show to be aired in their network? I pity and sympathize with their guests for being humiliated live on the air. If I were in their shoes, first thing I’ll declare is to warm my host/s, “ I appeared here for a sensible question and answer session. Don’t attempt to embarrass or humiliate me or my family. Don’t ask me stupid questions or else, I’ll be compelled to give stupid and sarcastic answers.” From here, the host/s can start asking me questions. I’ll answer in such a manner as if I’m in a witness stand being cross-examined by my accuser’s lawyer. I’ll answer only questions I have knowledge of. Answers such as “None that I know of.”, “ I have no personal knowledge.”, “That’s your opinion.”, “That’s what you think.”, “ I invoke my right to privacy.” and “ I invoke my right against self-incrimination.” If they’re disappointed with my answers, that’s their problem. That’s better than I’ll get mad at myself or mad at them. Of course, they’ll feel frustrated. So what? I’m just giving them a dose of their own medicine. Now, how do they feel if they feel like squeezing stone to get water. The only time I relish knowing what happened in a talk show happened several years back. A tandem of a gay and celebrated female talk show host has a bold star for a guest in that episode. This bold star was known as a hard hitting woman and answers questions without battling an eyelash. She was asked a controversial question and when it was her turn to talk, you can only imagine. There was no stopping her… She answered sarcastically and told the pair that if they want what her adversary feels, go and ask them. She emphasized she can only tell them her own feelings and as to her enemies, they can answer them. Then she asked the pair, if they were in her shoes, what would they probably feel? Would they feel good? Feel like walking in the clouds? Then that bold star conducted the show as if she was the host and the pair, her guests. The roles were reversed. Imagine…. A guest running the show as if it was her own, and the supposed host were reduced to mere guests. The following morning, this episode was in the papers. The network’s Vice President for entertainment got mad at her staff and reprimanded them not to have this bold star in their show again. They learned their lessons the hard way. It’s providential. Seek and ye shall find. Ask and it shall be given you. Amen.

The Great Escape

Weekend. Last week of April 2008. Vacation leave approved a week ago was recalled. A favored client demanded that an important transaction be accommodated. Approved leave was cancelled and amended to under time. Must report for work 7:30 to 11:30 AM Friday and accomplish without fail this client's request. An order that can not be refused. Reporting to work earlier than usual and in proper attire, my son reported to work with grim determination to accomplish the assigned task. A week earlier, before filing his approved vacation leave, he planned to fly to Singapore for an appointment with his lady Pastor and another erstwhile officemate and best friend now working in that Lion City. Without plans or hint of revealing what he's going to do or where he's going that weekend, he asked me to bring his travel bag to my office along with his plane ticket for his 2:50 PM trip. Nobody in his office must see his luggage, much more his plane ticket. We agreed to have our rendezvous outside the terminal where I'll hand over his luggage, plane ticket and pocket money before proceeding with his check-in. I almost wreck his trip when I arrived some 10 to 15 minutes before the check-in counter was closed for last minutes check-in of confirmed seat holders. He has already changed his office attire to his casual (sports) wear for travel. I got entangled in a traffic jam and took me some 35 to 40 minutes what usually took 10 to 15 minutes to reach the Airport Terminal Building . When his boarding pass was released, he wave it at the other side of the glass wall for me to see and a thumbs up sign to indicate he will be on board that flight. Flight time was 3 and ½ hours and 3 hours after landing at his destination, he called up at home and told us.. he's all right at his place of stay. His pastor meet him at the arrival area of Changi Airport and that evening he was at his best friend's apartment. The following day, he meet his pastor again for the day's activities- he was shown the city's environs and other places of interest. Discussed were plans not only of that week -end's activities but of the other long range plans and activities up ahead when he returns to that city, and the pastor's activities in Manila when she goes for vacation the following month. Late afternoon of Sunday, my son called up, he will be on board the first flight on Monday leaving Singapore at 2:30 AM and expected to arrive Manila at 4:00 AM. I was requested to meet him at the arrival area of Terminal 2 at NAIA and take his baggage at home. He will be reporting for duty at his office at 7:30 AM, already in his office uniform. He left and return, having been out of the country for 3 nights and 2 days without anybody at his office knowing he left. It was a great escape that almost didn't happen because of his office order to recall his approved vacation leave and partly to my arrival at the terminal beating check-in time by mere minutes before closing time. Thanks God it did happen.

Values

People have different values in life. Some preferred money. Others, political positions and the power that goes with it. The rest, connections to men of influence. Many men who were born wealthy lost their money because they don't have the knowledge to make it work and grow. Business inherited from their parents went bankrupt after employees and trusted officers robbed the company that gives them permanent employment; their bread and butter. Those with political positions and were able to make use of their temporary power while in office gained money through legal and illegal means but lost their peace when they tried hard to cling on to power. Body guards were hired to assure them of their security and those of their immediate family. In exchange for peace, they lived in perpetual fear of their safety. They can't go out of their homes without body guards watching and protecting them. Having tasted wealth they haven't enjoyed before they became men of power, they ransacked the public coffers as if it's their very own. They send their children to expensive and exclusive schools, opened business they don't have any knowledge of, tour the world and saw its famous landmarks and wonders, went on abroad for junket and shopping sprees. When not on travel, they could be found in the casino's gambling tables frequented by the rich and famous. Many would envy, hoping if only "they were in their shoes" they can have the best cars, best houses, best wardrobes, best business and even the best whores. Those without money and without political positions and power were happy to be properly connected to men of money, power and influence. To these people, it's as if they have all of them. They have men to turn to, to use in time of need, strings to pull when the situation or occasion warrants. Getting a job, referral for their children, relatives and friends, admission of their children to selected schools for the elite and even asking assistance or preferential treatment in government offices and government owned and controlled corporations. Name it, they have it. And they don't need to fear. They can go wherever they want to go, wherever they please. In essence, they're more secure. They're not in the line of fire. They're people users. They're low profile. More honorable and for all seasons, people who choose education above money, power and influence, and connection. They command my highest respect. Educated people, even if they don't have much money, not holding positions with political power and influence nor properly connected to people who can enhance their careers are honorable men that decent and respectable youth can emulate and look up to. Disgusting and deplorable are people who are supposed to lead, build, model of future leaders of tomorrow but are shamelessly brazen in stealing people and government money for their own selfish ends. These people can't command my respect. Make no mistake about it. Education is learned not only inside the class rooms. They're learned from our parents, from our elders, from our teachers, from our neighbors, from our churches and even from our common sense. Some would argue, education is evidenced by earning a degree from a school recognized by the education governing body of a country such as Department of Education and Commission on Higher Education. Legally and technically, yes. Morally, NO. Probably, it's the reason why thieves, bandits and brigands can be found in high places. These people don't have moral values. They steal, smuggle, rob the people ¦as long as they're not caught and convicted “ they're clean". They're innocent. These are the kind of people that should be lined in the public square and shot point blank. It's frustrating to find decent people shy away from public service, refuse to run for public office while thieves throws their weight around posturing as if they're commissioned by God to lead this country to greatness like Moses and Joshua to the Israelites. Don't look to far, just look around. Not all convicts are those not educated in colleges and universities. Most thieves are attired in coat and tie, holding respectable positions in our government, in the corporate world and even among the rich and famous. The way we live, the way we raise our children, the values we live up to.. determines who we are and what we are. Do you agree?

Melanie

Many years back while still courting my future wife, we often have her younger sister in tow. She was about eight years old then. She find me funny and enjoyed my company and would often asked her elder sister to allow her to be with us every time we go to church, outing on the beach, going to the movies and even if I'm just visiting her sister at home. She grew up getting whatever she wants from me and my wife and often asked small favors were requested which she usually got. It seems, she wouldn't take "NO" for an answer. When she was a young teenager she would bring my children in tow every time she comes to us during summer vacation. She love to play the role of a teacher, a mother, a baby-sitter rolled into one. My children find her strict and caring. And not without good reasons. Their mother, my mother-in-law was relatively strict and disciplinarian. When all of her siblings were already married, having their own family and growing children, she would still look after their well being. At present, she has 13 nephews and nieces from 4 siblings (our children included). When she returned from her first vacation from work in the Middle East , she has gifts and presents for everyone. If one of her siblings is having financial difficulty and in need of help, she would lend a hand. It happened to us once. When all of my children were simultaneously in college (the eldest is graduating and the youngest is a freshman), she gave us additional amount so everybody won't miss enrollment that school year. Every time she arrives from vacation and return to her work after her sojourn, she asked me to fetch and escort her from the Airport to either our or her brother's house in the city. When she married her fiance almost a decade ago, my wife acted as the mother since my parents-in-law were both deceased at that time. Prior to her marriage, she requested me to intercede in her behalf to explain to her sister (my wife) why she is marrying this guy. My wife is against having this guy as a brother-in-law. She says he won't turn out to be a good husband. As requested, I raised the issue to my wife and discussed the merits of the marriage. Apparently, she has a change of heart and eventually allowed her younger sister to marry her fiance. After the wedding and honeymoon, husband and wife took different flights to different destinations. The husband landed in Dubai , the wife in Jeddah. They would take simultaneous month-long vacation to play their role as husband and wife. In late 2002, my sister-in-law was due to give birth to her first born. She requested my wife to be present during this ordeal. She gave birth to a son. Less than a month later, the new-born died of pneumonia. She was broken hearted and soon returned to her work abroad. The couple took simultaneous vacation again in 2004 and in May of 2005, she became a mother for the second time. This time, it's a girl. Since then, she stopped working to do her motherly duties. Her husband remained a modern day hero, an OFW. It seems all the women in their family gave up their careers to be a full time mother. It runs in the family. First, my mother-in-law. Then my wife. Next, my wife's other younger sister. And now the youngest, Melanie. They're all dedicated mothers. HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY TO ALL OF YOU.

FATHER AND SON CONFLICT

Young children used to follow and grew obedient to their parent's desire. Without complain. They could easily understand what father and mother means just by mere stare at them. That's what we were when we were growing up. Nowadays it's different. Children are hard-headed. And they're not completely to blame. Parents play an important role in their children's development during their formative years. What these children learned during these years, were retained the most and the hardest to correct if not corrected early. Many parents think, the more hard-headed their children as youngsters, the tougher guys they become. Wittingly or unwittingly, they're making monster out of their children. Tolerant of their children's antics, they're so proud to display their children to relatives, friends and co-employees thinking their children's tantrums and mannerism will bring them a fortune if discovered by talent coordinators looking for would-be child actors and actresses. Seeing children like them in public places as malls, fast-foods chains, trains and even churches, I felt like whacking them if they were my children. I'm not saying my children were the finest in the land. Far from it. What I'm saying is, how did their parents guided them in growing up? Some dogs are more behave than these children. Are they willing to accept that some dogs have higher IQs than their children or they (parents) themselves? If they answered "yes" then - NO Problem, No questions. I raise my hands. Complete surrender. No argument. But if they want to argue, then all I ask is to bring their children and I'll bring a trained dog and let them perform their acts and compare who'll come out more behave, more obedient and disciplined. Many in the audience would say, "the dog is intelligent, obedient and disciplined". And their children? Probably Idiots or Morons. When my children were growing up, my wife used to pinched them in their thighs when they misbehaved. Once, my daughter broke a flower vase, my wife slapped her hands with a slipper. When my sons quarreled over their toys, she got a hammer and let them break their toys. When there's a visitor at home, no one is to cross where the visitor and either I or my wife were seated. When it's unavoidable, they have to say "Makikiraan Po" (Please excuse me, may I pass), when it's meal time, they have to stop whatever they're doing and everybody must be at the table. All of them must be at home by 6:00 in the evening. At age 6, they attended their kindergarten class and at 7, their primary grades. Here, my youngest was the most daring. One day, I was at home waiting for them for lunch. They arrived from school simultaneously since those dismissed from their classes earlier will have to wait for their elder siblings to be dismissed. Their mother was now serving food at the table and his three elder siblings were already seated waiting for us to join them. Before I could rise from my chair reading a newspaper, he approached me and asked if I could help him solve his problem. "Father, I have a problem. Can you please help me solve this? I replied, "Yes, why not? What's that?" He took out from his bag a book, allegedly it was a book but from the look of it, it's not thicker than a komiks magazine. So, it must not be a book. I took it from him and examined what it really is. Wow, the book has many pages missing. The front page was already page 37 and almost the same number of pages were missing at the back. I interrogated him what happened and if he received it in that condition. My boy says, it's already in that condition when distributed. And the teacher is demanding it be replaced with a new one otherwise their grading sheet (or was it card) will not be released. I asked him if he is telling the truth. He said "yes" and added, "If im not telling the truth, I might as well die now, or don't send me to school anymore. I took his word with a grain of salt. I wrote a letter addressed to his teacher and told him to give it to her. There's no problem if I have to replace it. I can donate even several copies of that book. What I don't like and won't tolerate is for some teachers to demand a replacement for a torn book more untidy than a dried fish wrapper and was already in that condition when it was distributed. It's a matter of principle. That simply cannot be. To put the komiks err book in a presentable condition, we took it to a shoemaker and have it sewed and covered with a new folder looking like a new scrap book. After our lunch, (my wife and 3 other children took their lunch ahead of us), I told them to go back to school for their afternoon session. I told my 3 children not to intercede in their youngest sibling's behalf. I want him to express himself. Otherwise, if things doesn't turn right, either me or my wife will be summoned to appear before her at school. What happened as I learned later, was that the repaired book was accepted and no replacement was demanded and needed after all. But, the teacher wants to talk to my wife in the coming PTA meeting. The meeting did take place. My wife was told by the teacher that all she wanted was for the pupil to take care of the book distributed to them. Her desire was simply to scare them to be careful in handling the book. I just smiled and just like my wife, said "Explanation Accepted". My other son, the elder one was already a college graduate and working when we have that serious argumentation and debate. He raised issues I can hardly defend since it's about my philosophy against his. My stand is... To each his own since we have different personalities. He asked me if I know where I'm destined after my physical body died and what remains is my spirit. Well, I said.. "Where else, if not in heaven". He simply laughed and said, How do I know I'm getting there and what assurance do I have to say so. I felt my ego was pricked and my pride was deflated. I felt so flat and so low. He added, "you haven't even read the bible in its entirety and yet you're saying you're heaven bound". Of course, I won't take it sitting down. "I never did anything wrong to my fellow man, never took advantage of anybody, never enrich myself at the expense of another, and tried my best to obey the ten commandments". He retorted, "Not all those who tried have succeeded; and breaking anyone of the ten commandments breaks them all. He's grinning bordering on sarcasm and I can't allow this to continue. And he delivers the final kill. You've read your book THE ART OF WAR, as if it were your bible, your gospel. I've seen you reading that book before I was in college and now I'm three years graduate and working you're still reading that book. "Will lessons learned in that book bring you to heaven"? he asked. " You're full of fears, hatred, competition, survival and killer instinct such that you've forgotten what's love and salvation is all about". Instinctively, I counter attacked. "Stop it. You don't know how I grew, how I lived and survived that's why you're saying like that, "If you only knew, you won't be saying all these things. I have survived life's many battles, many wars that's why I'm still alive. Otherwise, I'm long gone. Momentarily, he keep silent. Then he continued his attack, albeit with less firepower.. "Why don't you go with me and listen to our pastor's teachings. After hearing him, you might have a new outlook and view life from a different perspective". I remained silent. My mind is engaged. I'm in deep thought planning my counter offensive similar to what the Israelis did to the Arabs in the 1973 YOM KIPPUR WAR. I carefully choose the artilleries, the regrouping of my disorganized forces before conducting my make or break assault. Just like in his younger years, he knew when to contain my anger when I’m becoming red-hot and ready to erupt. "You're losing your cool, you're losing your composure", he said and approaching me kissing me in the forehead. Then he continued, "I only wanted you to be closer to god. Unlike what I often heard from you "KEEP YOUR FRIENDS CLOSE, YOUR ENEMIES CLOSER". Then he patted me in the back and left.

The Pastor

While still in college, my eldest son was already attending lectures on Scriptures. This group of religious young people call their activities Christian Communities Program, CCP and the members were known as CCPians. As a father, knowing your son is in pursuit of the teachings of the Lord felt confident he is treading the right path to manhood and will be guided by spiritual teachings like the followers of Jesus Christ. Most young people would rather enjoy their lives while still young and take advantage of their being under the care and protection of their parents. Some even goes astray, joining classmates, gang mates in unhealthy and prohibited activities as fraternities and illegal drugs. It was reassuring to learn your elder son is serving as a good example to his younger sibling, also a young boy, two hears his junior. Not long after, his younger brother followed suit. Soon, they were attending lectures and lessons together and on some occasions they go to depressed communities giving whatever the group has collectively and voluntarily contributed and distribute them to residents of these underprivileged communities. Two Christmas seasons they visited the inmates of a leper colony in a town north of Manila and gave them token souvenirs and goods that made these patients/inmates feel they still belong to society and people wish them well to return to our fold. Charitable activities were regularly done by these youngsters to raise whatever amount for an honorable purpose. Until he graduated in college and his subsequent employment with his first job he kept coming back to his fellow CCPians and was in high gear during Christmas attending midnight mass, joining and singing in the choir group. Then he transferred to his second job and present employer in a bank in Mandaluyong City , Philippines . During his probationary period, he was asked by his seniors if he is willing to join their Christian congregation that regularly study the words of God and be a renewed Christian. He told them he is already a member of a Christian group since college, was and still attending this group. Anyway, since it's also a group that praises and worship Jesus Christ, why not. So, he attended this group called Christian Commission Fellowship or CCF. Soon after, I began hearing him lessons and lectures on the Bible and one time he asked me to join him in the lecture to be presided by their CCF resource speaker Brother Ray An Fuentes. Topic discussed was financial security based on the bible and the teachings of Christ. I was impressed by the intensity of this speaker. I thought he was just a has been showbiz personality desperately trying to make a comeback after not making it big in the United States and Canada. His speaking engagement was lined up.. here and abroad that will keep him busy for the next several months. This speaker was mobbed by the crowd after he was through with his speech. The head pastor of CCF, Pastor Peter Tan-Chi was impressed just like everybody else. Several days and nights after that speech I began to reconcile the financial security he discussed with the lessons I learned in my academic studies. There was not much difference except that financial security and investments taught in college emphasized the rewards here on earth while the financial security discussed by Brother Ray An Fuentes and espoused by Pastor Peter Tan-Chi were after life… the one we expect to be when our physical/flesh body is gone. While still here on earth, trust the Lord that our prayers and longing will be answered. No problem is too big to remain unsolved. Accept, Believe, Trust the Lord. He is the Savior, he will not left you out in the cold as long as you accept he is your savior. I used to trust my own effort, capabilities and if things don't turn out right, I asked the Lord to get me out of this fix. Suddenly, I realized.. it's not to be. Above all else, we must put our trust and faith in Christ. After that encounter, I began attending bible lessons in Bible Foundation 1 at the prodding of my son. One class lead to another.. Bible Foundation 2, Holy Spirit, Baptism, Discovering Christian Growth and Galatians. I used to think I am assured of my place in heaven as long as I do good works and nothing more. Not so, and it's the sure path to perdition. I continued reading my bible alone, even if I can't attend the scheduled gathering at the place of worship. My son opened the door to me so I learned what being good Christian is all about. I must admit I haven't learned all of them yet but then it's a continuous process. As long as there is to be learned, I'll keep on trying. Pastors Glenn Obligacion, Jimmy Bernardo, Insong Nolan and of course, the most senior of them all, Pastor Peter Tan-Chi. Meanwhile, my son has kept me from drifting off my course. He brought home CDs and DVDs of the lectures and lessons discussed at the House of Worship if he was there and I wasn't. Alongside with the above-named pastors, my son began attending and engaging in animated conversation with this other pastor he reconciled with last year. Their lessons and discussions were smooth at first but some differences in beliefs and theories that can't be straightened out by scriptures and theology strained their relationship. Then last year, they began to reconsider their previous discussions. Newer and fresher approach were made and soon they have a meeting of the mind. Why not explore their ideas and beliefs. After all, this pastora's ideas and beliefs does not contradict the teachings of Pastors Obligacion, Bernardo, Nolan and Peter Tan-Chi. Late last year, this pastor has a new posting and assignment in Singapore, until now. The pastor was supposed to have a sojourn here next month but on-going activities prevented the trip and moved to a later date. The pastor instead asked/requested my son if he can take a week-end trip to the Lion City this week-end. He left the early afternoon flight last Friday, he is taking the early morning flight/return trip a little past midnight tomorrow, Monday. Expected to arrive at 4 AM, he can and will report for duty at his office tomorrow at 7:30 AM. What a busy end-end. Unable to attend his regular Sunday service here, my son must have doubled his prayers while in the Lion City . I'll be meeting my son early tomorrow at the NAIA, the former Manila International Airport . By the way, this pastor is a young woman. PASTOR Maria Divina Mantaring.

SIR NESTORIO, MY BOYHOOD IDOL AND MENTOR

Tall. Ramrod straight. Adjutant's voice. Strict. Commanding presence. That's how I'll describe my Grade 4 teacher-adviser who has impregnated a lasting influence in my formative years and shape my character that last until my adult life. I don't really like him. Especially after that encounter I had with him a year earlier. One day, I figured in a fight with a bigger classmate. He was an acknowledged bully in the class. After dismissal, this bully got my hat and don it on his head. I asked him to give it back to me since it belongs to me and must go home with it on top of my head. The bully was grinning from ear to ear and said, he'll give it back to me on one condition. I must beat him in a fistfight. Our classmates were now heckling and were eager to see a bloody fight expecting that after the smoke has cleared, they'll see one of us badly beaten (probably me), crawling like a snake and asking for mama's help. But they were dead wrong. They've underestimated my resolve. With an eagle's eye, I'd been eyeing the round wooden posts, more or less 2.5-3 inches in diameter to be used in the fencing of our school garden stockpiled not far from us. They haven't thought it could be used other than its intended purpose. Our naughty classmates pushed me towards him so we could make initial contact and the bully will make a mince meat out of me. In the initial salvo, I was hit in the head, stumbled and landed on my buttocks at the seat of my pants right there where the posts were. I grabbed one, stand-up and pressed my attack. He was big, I was small. I swing my weapon and attacked his shin. Bingo.. I hit the mark right on target. I was about to whack him in the head but our classmates and older pupils prevented me from crippling my adversary by grabbing and holding my weapon. The bully dropped, crumbled like a sack of potatoes and remained on the ground holding his shin, howling like a castrated dog. Classmates who earlier were instigating the fight were preventing me now from whacking him, saving the bully from further punishment. Bigger and older pupils were able to grabbed my weapon and the girls were quick to report the incident to the head-teacher, our future teacher-adviser. We were brought to his office/class room for interrogation and the guilty to be meted with necessary punishment. The bully, the alleged victim of my uncontrollable fury and I, the alleged assailant and attacker were now standing face to face. The bully was interrogated first but does not, cannot answer the questions asked. Maybe because he was busy crying and realizing he started it all. My mind says "If he cannot answer, probably he never will.. so I'll do the talking. Not yet asked, not yet my turn I pressed my attack. I said, " Teacher, he cannot answer because he is guilty, he started this fight and now cries as if his mother just died". The bully simply looked at the floor as if looking for a lost dime and doesn't seem to care to answer. Feeling confident I'll be exonerated, I resumed my tirades. That's what happened to bullies, like Goliath slain by small boy David. Teacher Nestorio turned towards me, raised his hand and slapped me. I thought my face grew thicker and numbed. Then he said, "Until you're asked, keep silent. And he added, "Don't talk until you're talked to'. My natural instinct was to hold my face and cry. Now, both of us were crying. Actually, he was sobbing while mine was just rising to a crescendo. Then the teacher asked, "You want some more?, asking as if it wasn't enough. I can't say a word, just shaking my head left to right.. indicating "Enough', as if my jaw has just locked. A naughty boy from the Grade 6 class said, "Sir, whoever cried louder, be declared the winner". Everybody laughed and seconded the motion. Somebody added, "Gene Yu will be declared the winner because he's crying while his adversary is now just sobbing. "Right", another added. And Gene gets his hat back. Would you believe? this time I'm laughing while still crying because of their naughty remarks. I saw the teacher beaming in the corner of my eyes. The bully can't even raise his face. He's just stooping there. Then the teacher told us to shake our hands, don't repeat this unfortunate incident, gave the hat back to me and asked us if we're still angry with each other before everybody was finally dismissed.

After a few months, the school year ended. And on recognition day, I was first in the honor roll, an improvement from the previous years 3^rd. The deposed 1^st was now in fourth, the 4^th was now 3^rd, and the previous 2^nd place has managed to maintain his position. The following school year opened (we're now in grade 4), everybody is everybody's classmate again. Including the bully I whacked last year. Right on opening day, I actively participated in class recitation. Not much change happened. It's just like last year. We've managed to maintain our respective position. Everyday, before the class starts, we recited a prayer to guide us in our studies. After that, Sir Nestorio will deliver a sermon that tackles the virtues we have to learn as young pupils that must be turned into habits that will shape our character that we can pass on to our children when we're already adult. He emphasized that good manners, right conduct, virtues are best learned and practiced in youth since it will be automatically done in any situation. Observance of proper etiquette, protocol and proper decorum is demanded at all times. At that time, I just took it in stride since I'm pre-occupied with my being the top gun in academics. I have been disciplined at home by strict parents and I deemed it superfluous and overkill to be subjected to these long sermon as if we're convicts being reformed. Anyway, I just keep it to myself alone. What will I lose if I play along. Nothing. It won't cost me a penny. Before long, I didn't realize I'm already doing it on my own initiative. I was so focused in my preparations for our daily activities and I was so determined to stay on top. For me, academic competition mattered most. The rest… industrial and agricultural education where we're taught how to fix and repair woodwork, broken chairs and tables and planting vegetables were for pupils with less intellect. Gradually, I'm yearning to hear Sir Nestorio's homily every morning and I'm beginning to appreciate it. I grudgingly admitted to myself I must excel too in this subject, GMRC, Good Manners and Right Conduct if I want to maintain my ranking. My fear then, what if I beat them in academics and I'm beaten in GMRC, well I might be demoted to 2^nd, 3^rd and even last among the pupils with honor. The virtues he imparted to us then and still my basis for my relationship towards my family, neighbors, co-workers, relatives, friends and even enemies were learned from Sir Nestorio. Mere words and speeches, will not and cannot convince me if people who espoused it does not put it into practice. Sir was different. I was already in Grade 5 ( I was the 1^st placer in the class under him in Grade 4) when he did something that convince me and I can still vividly remember what is this and why he did it. His daughter, our junior is attending the Grade 4 class under her own father as teacher-adviser. She was first placer the year before from a different teacher. Now, her father will naturally make her 1^st placer in the current school year. So people thought. Before the ranking was done, a comprehensive exam in all subjects will be given to all pupils in the running for honors. His daughter was already in the running for 1^st place. The second placer was already beaten twice, in grade 2 and grade 3. In due time, the comprehensive exam will be given. The honor pupils in grade 5 and grade 6 were made the watcher in that event. Other teachers prepared and administered the exam with Sir Nestorio inhibiting. We checked their papers and when the result was out, her daughter came out on top. The second placer was soundly beaten. When recognition day comes, her daughter was awarded 2^nd place. The beaten adversary was now receiving the gold medal. At that time, I was confused. His daughter deserved to be the 1^st placer, why then give the award to her opponent.. She was beaten fair and square. When I asked him, why he reversed their placing, he simply said "Out of Delicadeza". We honestly believed, his daughter deserved the top ward, but then the father prevented it. Years later, I realized and learned what this is all about. "Sense of Propriety'. Sir Nestorio stands head and shoulder above most lawmakers and other public servants today. I then recalled and reviewed his past sermons and appreciate it even more. The virtues he espoused, advocated and passed on to us guided me in my adolescence, manhood and adult life. Among them aside from the above are honesty, sincerity, punctuality, courage, integrity, loyalty, respect to elders, golden rule or reciprocity, kindness, perseverance, tenacity, steadfastness, trustworthy, word of honor, teamwork, commitment. Many other virtue and lessons were imparted to us, but for me, they're the standout. If and when I have to time to return to my hometown, I'll pay respect to the grave of this great man. I felt blessed and honored to be under this disciplinarian. Thank you, Sir Nestorio.

EMPLOYMENT and WORKERS

Every end of school year, thousands of graduates joined the labor force seeking employment. Very few were lucky to land a job, and still fewer got the job that they were prepared in college. Many joined the ranks of the unemployed. For those lucky few who were employed, they were not adequately paid, receiving salaries and wages lower than the mandated minimum. Anyone without experience, to be employed is already something to be proud of. Many graduates were not able to land a job until their age has overtaken the opportunities for employment. At a certain age, a jobseeker must be a graduate of the course and is prepared for the job and position he/she is trying to apply. On the job training while still a student is something but not an assurance to get employed. Some became an entrepreneur since getting employed has not given them a break. And yes, their parents and relatives have loaned and given them a capital to start a business. Many graduates and job-seekers find themselves working in foreign countries after years of hunting jobs in the local market. They paid placement fees to recruiters nobody is sure if it's legal and authorized to recruit and hire applicants and process their applications. They demand an initial down payment so processing of their applications can be done immediately and their departure given priority. Parents hoping their children can depart for their posting abroad immediately raise money by mortgaging their agricultural land, house and lot, even selling their cattle and farm implements so son or daughter can begin receiving salary to bail them out from monetary obligations. Younger siblings expect them to help defray their education since their parents find it hard to send them to school and earn their college education. Some employers abused our overseas workers. They didn’t comply with the terms of the contract and give them salary way below the stipulated amount.. They were made to work long hours without getting overtime premium for extended labor. Domestic helpers were not properly given food. Some domestic helpers complain they were made to eat left over foods some dogs won't eat. Our government officials posted overseas were remiss in the performance of their duties. Not all of them of course. But, many are indifferent. They didn't seem to care the welfare and well being of our countrymen. Our workers should be treated as humans and not as mere commodities. I sympathize with our workers who have to left their families behind to earn bread abroad to support their dependents wanting to survive. Leaving our love ones is a sacrifice we can bear emotionally and physically only if at the end of the day, all our efforts were not in vain. Building a house for our family, proper education for our children, savings in anticipation of our old age when we're not productive in earning money for our daily needs will somehow ease the pain. Some who can't bear the thought of being separated from their love ones will make do with whatever is available here even if it means belt-tightening for the entire family. Children are willing to have a lesser allowance as long as both father and mother are around to guide them in their growing up. After all, they reason, money is just something that can make them happy but not all happiness can be bought with money. Children would say, we are willing to give up something or even everything we deeded as luxury as long as we have both mommy and daddy. The ambitious ones, children and parents alike, would prefer the temporary separation as long as everybody commit to sacrifice something for the sake of greater glory in the end. Father would like to buy a car when he permanently return, start a new business when he decides to stop working overseas, mother will start a business of her own.. the long awaited opening of a mini-mart or boutique when dear husband comes home. Children will pursue a degree in medicine, law, engineering all expensive courses, our meager earnings here can not afford. Relatives in need of help will be given dole outs if not something for them to start their own livelihood. Domestic workers take 2^nd or part time jobs to augment the meager salary not enough to support all the needs of the family. Some will do tutorial work after office hours and even on weekends, other will serve foods in-between meals in the neighborhood, the rest will deliver and supply fruits, meat and fish to selected eateries, others in parlors and wellness centers. Workers - the backbone of our economy must be given their due, recognition, just and commensurate compensation. On the occasion of the celebration of Labor Day, may our workers, here and abroad be given everything they deserve. We don't need to beg. It's something we rightfully deserve. Long live the workers.