Sa gitna ng dilim takot at pangamba ang kimkim
Halos hindi makagulapay sa hirap ng pasanin
Ni katiting na pag-asa’y walang maipain
Sapagkat katawa’y halos manghina sa laki ng isipin

Paghihirap sa dilim kayhirap alahanin
Parang bangungot sa gabing madilim
Sarili ay hindi halos mabigyan ng pansin
Sapagkat abala sa munting panalangin

Sa patuloy na hakbang ng mga paa sa dilim ng daanin
Katiting na liwanag kayhirap aninawin sa lakarin
Sa pagkakadapa ay halos ayaw ng bumangon sa sakit
Paano’y mga bato’y pilit nagsusumiksik sa tuhod na nanlalagkit.

09/09/03

A friend forwarded this beautiful story to me. Very inspiring! please read and be inspired.

I was born in a secluded village on a mountain. Day by day, my parents plowed the yellow dry soil with their backs towards the sky.

I have a brother who is 3 years younger than me. I wanted to buy a handkerchief, which all girls around me seemed to have. So, one day I stole 50 cents from my father ‘ s drawer. Father had discovered about the stolen money right away.

He made me and my younger brother kneel against the wall as he held a bamboo stick in his hand.

“Who stole the money?” he asked.

I was stunned, too afraid to talk. Neither of us admitted to the fault, so he said, “Fine, if nobody wants to admit, you two should be beaten!”

He lifted up the bamboo stick.

Suddenly, my younger brother gripped father ‘ s hand and said,
“Dad, I was the one who did it!”

The long stick smacked my brother ‘ s back repeatedly. Father was so angry that he kept on whipping my brother until he lost his breath.

After that, he sat down on our stone bed and scolded my brother, “You have learned to steal from your own house now. What other embarrassing things will you be possibly doing in the future? You should be beaten to death, you shameless thief!”

That night, my mother and I hugged my brother. His body was full of wounds from the beating but he never shed a single tear.

In the middle of the night, all of sudden, I cried out loudly.

My brother covered my mouth with his little hand and said, Sis, now don ‘ t cry anymore. Everything has happened.”

I still hate myself for not having enough courage to admit what I did.

Years went by, but the incident still seemed like it just happened yesterday. I will never forget my brother ‘ s expression when he protected me.

That year, my brother was 8 years old and I was 11 years old.

When my brother was in his last year of secondary school, he was accepted in an upper secondary school in the central. At the same time, I was accepted into a university in the province.

That night, father squatted in the yard, smoking, packet by packet. I could hear him ask my mother, “Both of our children, they have good results?
Very good results?”

Mother wiped off her tears and sighed,” What is the use? How can we possibly finance both of them?”

At that time, my brother walked out, he stood in front of father and said,
“Dad, I don ‘ t want to continue my study anymore, I have read enough books.”

Father swung his hand and slapped my brother on his face.

“Why do you have a spirit so damn weak? Even if it means I have to beg for money on the streets, I will send you two to school until you have both finished your studies!”

And then, he started to knock on every house in the village to borrow money.

I stuck out my hand as gently as I can to my brother ‘ s swollen face, and told him,
“A boy has to continue his study; if not; he will not be able to overcome this poverty we are experiencing. ” I, on the other hand, had decided not to further my study at the university.

Nobody knew that on the next day, before dawn, my brother left the house with a few pieces of worn-out clothes and a few dry beans. He sneaked to my side of the bed and left a note on my pillow; “Sis, getting into a university is not easy. I will go find a job and I will send money to you.”

I held the note while sitting on my bed, and cried until I lost my voice.

That year, my brother was 17 years old; I was 20 years old.

With the money father borrowed from the whole village, and the money my brother earned from carrying cement on his back at a construction site, finally, I managed to get to the third year of my study in the university.
One day, while I was studying in my room, my roommate came in and told me, “There ‘ s a villager waiting for you outside!”

Why would there be a villager looking for me? I walked out, and I saw my brother from afar. His whole body was covered with dirt, dust, cement and sand. I asked him, “Why did you not tell my roommate that you are my brother?”

He replied with a smile,” Look at my appearance. What will they think if they would know that I am your brother? Won ‘ t they laugh at you?”

I felt so touched, and tears filled my eyes. I swept away dirt and dust from my brother ‘ s body. And told him with a lump in my throat, “I don ‘ t care what people would say! You are my brother no matter what your appearance is?”

From his pocket, he took out a butterfly hair clip. He put it on my hair and said,
“I saw all the girls in town are wearing it. So, I think you should also have one.”

I could not hold back myself anymore. I pulled my brother into my arms and cried. That year, my brother was 20 years old; I was 23 years old.

I noticed that the broken window was repaired the first time I brought my boyfriend home. The house was scrubbed cleaned.

After my boyfriend left, I danced like a little girl in front of my mother, “Mom, you didn ‘ t have to spend so much time cleaning the house!” But she told me with a smile, “It was your brother who went home early to clean the house. Didn ‘ t you see the wound on his hand? He hurt his hand while he was replacing the window.”

I went into my brother ‘ s bedroom. Looking at his thin face, I felt like hundreds of needles pricked in my heart.

I applied some ointment on his wound and put a bandage on it, “Does it hurt?” I asked him.

“No, it doesn ‘ t hurt. You know, when at the construction site, stones keep falling on my feet …Even that could not stop me from working.”

In the middle of the sentence, he stopped. I turned my back on him and tears rolled down my face. That year, my brother was 23 years old; I was 26 years old.

After I got married, I lived in the city. Many times my husband invited my parents to come and live with us, but they didn ‘ t want.

They said, once they left the village, they wouldn ‘ t know what to do.
My brother agreed with them. He said, “Sis, you just take care of your parents-in-law. . I will take care of Mom and Dad here.”

My husband became the director of his factory. We asked my brother to accept the offer of being the manager in the maintenance department. But my brother rejected the offer. He insisted on working as a repairman instead for a start.

One day, my brother was on the top of a ladder repairing a cable, when he got electrocuted, and was sent to the hospital.

My husband and I visited him at the hospital. Looking at the plaster cast on his leg, I grumbled, “Why did you reject the offer of being a manager? Managers won ‘ t do something dangerous like that. Now look at you – you are suffering a serious injury. Why didn ‘ t you just listen to us?”

With a serious expression on his face, he defended his decision, “Think of brother-in-law. He just became the director, and I being uneducated, and would become a manager, what kind of rumors would fly around?”

My husband ‘ s eyes filled up with tears, and then I said, “But you lack in education only because of me!”

“Why do you talk about the past?” he said and then he held my hand.

That year, he was 26 years old and I was 29 years old.

My brother was 30 years old when he married a farmer girl from the village.

During the wedding reception, the master of ceremonies asked him, “Who is the one person you respect and love the most?”

Without even taking a time to think, he answered,” My sister.” He continued by telling a story I could not even remember.

“When I was in primary school, the school was in a different village. Everyday, my sister and I would walk for 2 hours to school and back home. One day, I lost
the other pair of my gloves. My sister gave me one of hers.

She wore only one glove and she had to walk far. When we got home, her hands were trembling because of the cold weather that she could not even hold her chopsticks. From that day on, I swore that as long as I live, I would take care of my sister and will always be good to her.”

Applause filled up the room. All guests turned their attention to me. I found it hard to speak, “In my whole life, the one I would like to thank most is my brother, “And in this happy occasion, in front of the crowd, tears were rolling down my face again. Love and care for the one you love every single day of your life. You may think what you did is just a small deed, but to that someone, it may mean a lot.

Have a nice day everyone! May this story inspire you in any way!

God is just so good, and He ‘ s good all the time. Remember, prayer does change things!

Note: From my inbox

Once upon a time in China, there lived a happy couple, Mr. & Mrs.Chan with their 3 lovely daughters: Elaine, Ena & Ella. The 3 daughters were brought up in a prim-and-proper way and when they reached 20, they were still virgins. Years passed, and it was time to get them married. So, the parents found them the most suitable ‘leng chais’ (handsome guys). They got married and were preparing to set-off on their honeymoon. As ‘concerned’ parents, Mr.& Mrs. Chan were curious about their daughters’ first-night experience. So, before the daughters went on their respective honeymoons, Mrs. Chan told them, ‘Your father & I want to know about your 1st night encounters and whether you are satisfied. Write a letter to us, but so as not to raise your husbands’ curiosity… you all must use a code to describe your experiences.’ So, the excited daughters were off. A week passed. Mr. & Mrs. Chan got the first letter. It was from Elaine. They opened the letter and found the word STANDARD CHARTERED. They immediately took the newspaper and looked for the Standard Chartered advertisement. ‘Ah! Here it is!!!!’ .. exclaimed Mr. Chan. The motto for Standard Chartered was: ‘BIG, STRONG & FRIENDLY.’ Mr. & Mrs. Chan were happy. A week later, they got another letter. This time it was from Ena. The content was simple. ‘NESCAFE‘. So again they took the newspaper and looked for the Nescafe ad. ‘Ah! here it is….. ‘NESCAFE: PLEASURE TILL THE LAST DROP.’ Mr. and Mrs. Chan jumped for joy.

Another week passed. A month passed. 2 months passed. There was still no letter from Ella. The Chans became worried. Finally, the letter came. It was scribbled and could hardly be read, but Mrs. Chan managed to figure it out. The code was ‘PHILIPPINE AIRLINES’. Mr.Chan, confused on why she chose Philippine Airlines, rushed to the nearest store and got a newspaper. He flipped the pages frantically. …….. ‘Ah! Here it is!!!’ Mrs.Chan grabbed the page and read aloud. Before she could finish…THUMP!!!…she fell off her chair… The Airline’s motto was… ‘7 TIMES A WEEK. 4 TIMES A DAY. NON-STOP…..BOTH WAYS’

Source: Unknown

This pictures was taken on the front of our apartment, I am inside the room and just taking pictures through the glass window. It is nice when sunny but a bit muddy during rainy days, maybe because of the garden at the front.