Read My Heart Out: Happy 97th Anniversary to Igelsia ni Cristo

Read My Heart Out: Happy 97th Anniversary to Igelsia ni Cristo: "Pagpupuri sa Ama na ating diyos at sa ating Panginoong Jesus na ating dakilang tagapamagitan at tagapagligtas. Ang tagumpay ng buong Iglesia..."

Happy 97th Anniversary to Igelsia ni Cristo

Pagpupuri sa Ama na ating diyos at sa ating Panginoong Jesus na ating dakilang tagapamagitan at tagapagligtas. Ang tagumpay ng buong Iglesia ay nagbuhat sa pag-ibig ng Ama na tumawag sa atin at nagbigay ng kahalalan. Ang lahat ng ito ay ating pinagpapasalamat sa kanya at inaalay natin ang lahat ng kapurihan sa Ama na ating diyos.

Sa mga wakas ng lupa at sa mga huling araw na ito. Alam natin na pabigat ng pabigat ang mga pagsubok sa atin. Pagkakasakit, paghihirap at mga kalamidad na palubha ng palubha habang ang mundo ay papunta sa kanyang kawakasan. Tulad ito ng buhay natin na sa paglipas ng panahon tayo’y manghihina at mamamatay. Ito ang katotohanan at alam natin na hindi natin kayang iwasan. Ngunit hindi dapat natin ito ipangamba o ikatakot man sa halip ay dapat natin itong ikagalak. Sapagkat ang kawakasan ay ang pasimula ng ating bagong buhay, ang buhay na walang hanggan.

Habang papahirap ng papahirap ang mga pagsubok. Gamitin natin ito upang ipakita natin sa ating Ama na karapat-dapat nga tayo sa kanya. Tinawag niya tayo upang ipakita sa buong mundo ang kanyang kadakilaan at kagandahang loob. Upang malaman ng buong sanlibutan na tayong mga hamak ang pinakadakila, na tayong mga mangmang ang pinaka-matalino at tayong hindi pinahahalagahan ang pinaka-mahalaga sa lahat. Ipakita natin sa Ama ang tunay na pagpapahalaga natin sa kanyang mga kaloob sa pamamagitan ng pamamahagi nito sa iba. Ito’y biyaya sa atin na dapat lamang nating ipamahagi. 

Sa ating pagsulong hangang sa ika-100 ng Iglesia batid natin na mas titindi pa ang hamon sa bawat isa sa atin, ngunit ang kanyang mga biyaya at pagpapala ay aapaw sa lahat ng magpapatuloy at susulong. Ang Iglesia ay uunlad at tayong mga hinirang niya ay palalakasin. Gamitin natin ang ating buong lakas sa patuloy na pagpupuri at pagtupad ng ating mga tungkulin. Magpakatatag at magtiis tayo mga kapatid. Sama-sama nating kayanin ang bigat sa mundo. Sama-sama tayong sumulong. Sama-sama nating salubungin ang wakas at ang ating dakilang tagapagligtas.  

Mapalad Tayo! Tunay na Mapalad Tayong Lahat na mga hinirang niya. Ito ang dapat nating itanim sa ating puso. Sa kabila ng dagsang kahirapan sa mundo, pagkagutom at pagkakasakit, tayo’y hindi nag-iisa. Meron tayong Ama, ang tunay na Diyos na lumalang sa lahat, ang laging handang sumaklolo at magligtas sa bawat isa sa atin.

Purihin ang Ama! Ngayon at magpakailanman. Amen.

~ To all my brother’s and sisters all over the world, we may not know each other very well but we are ONE in faith and in heart. We’re just ONE in the eyes of our father as we all know that we’re part of ONE body. We fall and together we stand! Don’t ever give up and just hold on to our faith and be brave. For we know that we’re not alone.

Happy 97th Anniversary (^^,)~...

Read My Heart Out: The Poor Cat

Read My Heart Out: The Poor Cat: "There was a young boy who was cruel to his cat. His cat named Lily and she’s the one who took all the young man’s cruelty. He makes it a ..."

The Poor Cat

There was a young boy who was cruel to his cat. His cat named Lily and she’s the one who took all the young man’s cruelty. He makes it a habit of always beating the poor cat and he never treated her good even once. Whenever he sees his cat he always kicked her and sometimes hit his cat with a stick

The only one who loves the cat was her mother. She was the one who feeds her. But although she knew how cruel his son to their cat she can’t do anything about it. It’s just she was so busy to his job that she can’t talk to his son anymore. Whenever she says something about it she was just ignored by his son as if he never heard it. She grew tired of talking to his son and prepared not to speak anymore.

In the young man’s heart, he was just jealous to the cat. He thought that her mother loves her cat more than her own son. So he shows his hatred by hurting the poor cat. Whenever his mother went to her job and he’s left alone with the cat he never missed his revenge by making the life of the poor cat miserable. He never feeds her and always kicked his cat whenever he sees her.

He didn’t stop to do bad things to his poor cat. Until his dream taught him a lesson.  

One day at night, he had a bad dream. In his dream he became a cat. While wondering around the street he saw a food on the table inside a house. He was so hungry that he couldn’t resist of getting the food so he jumped on the table to get the food to eat. But a man saw him and kicks him really hard. The man never satisfied by just kicking him. He gets a big and thick stick and hit him many times. He, as a cat, runs fast to escape but the man caught him and throws him as far as he could. A big black out came after that and he thought that he died. When he opened his eyes, inside his dream, he was cold and very weak. His body was aching because of the wounds he gets and the pain was still there. A group of young children saw him and throw stones at him. He hides himself inside a dark place where no one will saw him. He tried to walk when no one’s around but he was so weak to move fast as he could. Then suddenly a young girl saw him. She took him and brought him to a warm place. She gave him food to eat and milk to drink. She also treats his wounds and gave him a nice place to sleep. He saw her sweet smile and her gentle touch seems to ease all his pain.

Then his mother woke him up. He was shaking and crying because his dream seems so real and the thought of it really scared him. He hugs his mother tight and his mother hugs him back. Her mother suddenly feels that she really misses hugging his son and realized that she failed to show her love and care for him because of her busy days at work. She told to his son that she will spend more time with him and promise to make up for the time that had been wasted. The young boy smiles and says “I love you mommy” and her mother kisses him.

Then he remembers his cat, lily. He hurriedly look for his cat but he couldn’t find her anywhere in the house. He feels so guilty about the cruelty he did to his cat and now he wants to compensate to what he had done. But Lily, her poor cat, is nowhere to found. She asked his mother where their cat may be and his mother said that she never saw her that day. For the first time he cares for his cat and he feels so terribly worried about her. 

Then he heard his cat “meow” in their storage room. He hurriedly opens it and found her cat lying in the box. When he touches his cat his hand got stained with blood. He thought his cat was dying so he called his mother to help him treats his cat. His mother approached the cat and in a big surprised her mother said that their cat was just fine. 

The blood that he saw was because their cat was laboring. He was so happy to know that his cat was giving birth to her kittens. He promised that he will take good care of them and always treat them good.

Years had past and this young boy turn to be a good veterinarian and leader of a group that protects the animals and caring for them.

Moral Lesson:

“Sometimes people must face the same situation or circumstances for them to know and understand what it was like”

“Do not do unto others what you don't want done to you"... The Golden Rule! (^^,)

“Eroplanong Papel”

Si Mark ay galing sa mahirap na pamilya. Maliit lang ang bahay nila na yari sa tagpi-tagping kahoy. Minsan kapag umuulan tumatagas ang tubig sa loob na kanilang bahay. Meron siyang tatlo pang kapatid at siya ang panganay sa mga ito. Ang kanyang ama ay isang karpentero at ang kanyang ina ay minsan nag lalabandera sa kanilang mga kapitbahay.

Nangangarap si Mark na magkaroon ng magandang kinabukasan. Kaya kahit mahirap sila ay nagsiskap siyang pumasok sa eskwela araw-araw. Nagtitiis siya kahit minsan ay wala siyang baon at naglalakad lamang siya papuntang paaralan, umulan man at umaraw. Kaya naman ang nag-iisang sapatos niyang pang-eskwela ay halos sira na at talagang kailangan ng palitan. Pinagtitiyagaan at minamahal parin niya ito at hindi siya nagrereklamo sa kanyang mga magulang. Kaya naman pag ang luma niyang sapatos ay nasira siya mismo ang umaayos ng mga ito.

Mabuti at masipag na bata si Mark. Tumutulong siya sa kanyang mga magulang sa paghahanap buhay. Nagbebenta siya ng mga lumang dyaryo at bote na kinulekta nya sa kanilang mga kapit bahay. Tumutulong din siya sa kanyang ina sa pagkukulekta ng labahan at pag-aalaga ng kanyang mga kapatid. Sa gabi kahit madilim na at isang lampara lang ang ginagamit niya patuloy parin siya sa pagbabasa at paggawa ng kanyang mga takdang aralin. Tunay na pinagmamalaki siya ng kanyang mga magulang.

Isang araw habang nangungulekta siya ng mga lumang bote at diyaryo ay napadaan siya sa isang malaki at magarang bahay. Napamangha siya sa ganda at laki nito at nasabi niya sa kanyang sarili “Sana magkaroon din kami ng ganitong kaganda at kalaking bahay baling araw.” Maya-maya isang magandang kotse ang pumarada sa harapan ng bahay. Nakita niyang bumaba ang isang batang lalaki na kasing idad niya. May magarang kasuotan ang batang ito at mukhang may malusog na pangangatawan. “Marahil ay marami din siyang magagandang laruan.” At “Nag-aaral marahil siya sa sikat at pribadong paaralan” ” ang sabi niya sa kanyang sarili. Nalungkot si mark dahil alam niya na hindi niya puwedeng kaibiganin ang batang ito sapagkat mahirap lamang siya at alam niya na hindi rin naman siya papansinin nito kahit na magpakilala siya. Kinuha niya ang kanya mga dalahin at nagpatuloy sa paglalakad.

Minsan ay napadaan siya muli sa malaki at magarang bahay upang mangulekta ng lumang diyaryo at mga bote. Nakita niya ang batang lalaki na mag-isang naglalaro sa loob ng kanilang bakuran. Napapalibutan ito ng magagandang laruan ngunit napansin niya na hindi ito masaya. Nang napansin ng guwardya na nakatingin siya sa bata ay tinaboy siya nito at agad na pinaalis.

Hindi naalis sa kanyan isipan ang malungkot na mukha ng mayamang batang lalaki. Nagtataka siya kung bakit ito malungkot kahit na napapalibutan ito ng marami at magagandang laruan. Nagtaka din siya kung bakit ito nag-iisa at walang kalaro.

Minsan ay naiisip niyang sumilip na palihim sa bakuran ng malaking bahay upang tignan ang mayamang batang lalaki. Nagulat siya sa kanyang nakita na ang batang ito ay naka upo sa isang wheelchair at sinusubuan ng kanyang tagapag-alaga. Maputla ito at mukhang mahinang mahina. Ibang-iba ang itsura nito nung una niyang makita. Lubos na nalungkot si Mark at awa ang kanyang nadama sa mayang batang lalaki.

Nais ni Mark na pasiyahin ang mayamang batang lalaki at ipakita ang kanyang pagnanais na ito ay gumaling. Ngunit wala siyang maisip na paraan kung paano niya ito maipapakita at maipaparating. Wala siyang pera pangbili ng kahit anong maibibigay niya, kahit sana isang mansanas lamang. Habang nag-iisip ay nakita niya ang kanyang kapatid na gumagawa ng isang eroplanong yari sa papel. Biglang pumasok sa kanyang isipan ang isang magandang paraan kung papaano niya maipaparating ang kanyang mensahe sa mayang batang lalaki. Kumuha siya ng isang malinis na papel at sinulatan niya ito ng isang mensahe. Ang mensahe niya ay:

“Nais ko sanang makita ka muli na malusog at malakas. Nais ko din makita ka na nakangiti. Magpagaling ka sana.”

Kinabukasan ay nakita niya muli ang mayamang batang lalaki na nasa kanilang bakuran. Saktong magisa lamang ito at mukhang may hinihintay. Sinamantala niya ang pagkakataon na paliparin ang ginawa niyang eroplanong papel. Inihagis niya ang eroplanong yari sa papel at saktong bumagsak ito sa harapan ng mayamang batang lalaki. Nung nakita ito ni Mark ay daglian siyang umalis ng may malakas na tibok sa kanyang puso. Magkahalong takot at saya ang nadama niya ng mga oras na iyon. Hinihiling niya na sana ay makita ng mayamang batang lalaki ang mensahe niya na isinulat sa eroplanong papel.

Lumipas ang mga araw. Wala na siyang balita sa mayamang batang lalaki. Minsan ay dumadaan siya sa bahay nito ngunit hindi na niya ito nakitang muli. Nalaman niya na katulong at ang gwardya na lamang ang nakatira sa malaki at magarang bahay. Nalungkot siya ng malaman na ang mayamang batang lalaki ay umalis na daw ng bansa upang duon ay magpatingin at magpagaling.

Araw-araw ay hindi tumigil si Mark na isama sa kanyang panalangin ang kahilingan na sana ay pagalingin ang mayamang batang lalaki sa kanyang malubhang karamdaman. Hindi humiling si Mark ng materyal na bagay. Ang kanyang palaging panalangin ay ang kalusugan niya at ng kanyang pamilya at kahit ng ibang tao katulad ng sa mayamang batang lalaki. Masaya na siya na makita silang malusog at malakas.

Isang hindi inaasahan pangyayari ang biglang dumating sa buhay ni Mark. Habang nagungulekta ng lumang dyaryo at mga bote ay napadaan siyang muli sa malaki at magarang bahay. Nagulat siya ng tinawag siyang bigla ng gwardya nito. Sa pag-aakala na bibigyan siya ng lumang dyaryo at bote ay lumapit siya rito. Hindi inaasahan na pinapasok siya nito sa loob at sinabing maghintay siya ng sandali. Ilang segundo lang at may lumabas sa bahay. Hindi ito ang gwardya at lalo na ang katulong ng malaking bahay. Ang mayamang batang lalaki ang lumabas at may dalang malaking kahon. Nagulat siya ng makita niya na malakas na ito at nakakalakad na muli. Lubos na saya ang nadama niya sa kanyang nakita. Nakangiti itong lumapit sa kanya.

“Kamusta.” sabi ng mayamang batang lalaki. Hindi makaimik sa pagtataka si Mark. Dumukot sa bulsa ang batang mayamang lalaki  at inabot sa kanya ang eroplanong papel na kanyang ginawa at nagsabi “Heto nga pala yung eroplanong pinalipad mo sa bakuran namin.” Nagulat si Mark at nagtatakang kinuha ito. “Papano mo nalaman na ako ang nagpalipad nito?” “Nakita kasi kita nung araw na pinalipad mo ang eroplanong yan eh” tugon sa kanya ng batang lalaki. Lubos na hiya ang nadama ni Mark at siya ay napayuko. “Salamat ha. Dahil sa mensahe mo sa eroplanong papel lumakas ang loob kong magpagamot at magpagaling. Masaya akong malaman na bukod sa aking mga magulang ay may nagnanais na ako ay gumaling” ang sambit ng mayamang batang lalaki. Nagulat siya sa narinig. Inabot sa kanya ang malaking kahon na dala nito. “Buksan mo. Hindi ko alam kung ano ang gusto mo at kung papano ako magpapasalamat sayo. Sana magustuhan mo ang regalo ko”. Binuksan ni Mark ang malaking kahon. Ito ay naglalaman ng magagandang damit at sapatos at magagandang mga laruan. “Hindi ko ito matatanggap” sabi ni Mark habang inaabot na pabalik sa mayamang batang lalaki ang malaking kahon. “At hindi mo din kailangang magpasalamat sakin.”. Nagulat ang bata sa kanyang sinabi. “Bakit?”  “Sapat na ang makita ko na dininig ng diyos ang aking panalangin ng makita kita na malakas na at  masaya na ko dahil dito.”

Naligayahan at humanga ang mayamang batang lalaki kay Mark at biglang niyakap siya nito. “Hindi ko alam na may mabuting tao palang katulad mo.” “Nakikiusap ako na sana tanggapin mo ito at nais ko sana na maging kaibigan mo.”  inabot muli ng mayamang batang lalaki ang kanyang regalo. Tinanggap ito ni Mark na may kasamang matamis na ngiti at sabi “Masaya akong maging kaibigan mo.” Hindi maipinta ang saya sa kanilang mga mukha.

Simula nuon ay naging mabuti silang magkaibigan. Naging masaya si Mark dahil sa munting eroplanong papel ay nakapagbigay siya ng malaking pag-asa. Ngayon ay  alam niya at walang pagaalinlangang naniniwala na hindi imposible na magkaroon ng tunay na kaibigan kahit anu pa ang iyong kalagayan sa buhay. At ito din ay masasabing “ Isa sa mga tunay na yaman sa buhay!”.

The Sanctity of Marriage

I always wonder why people today were considering marriage just like a piece of paper. As if its something to be done easily and something that could be easily throw away. The bond that people made out of love can be easily cut just by cutting it. It’s like a thread that’s too fragile. I can define marriage today by only four letter word “EASY”, easy to made and easy to throw it away.

We seem to forget that God is the one who made marriage. He made us, he gave us life and by making us he also gave us the power to make a person, people like us. He does a marvelous thing by making man and women do a thing that’s out of ordinary by making another person and by giving birth. Until now the process of human development or how people made is mysterious and forever will be mysterious to us. But it is the way of God saying that we’re his tool of making life and also mean that life is depend on us.

But today, it’s not new or just ordinary for us to hear news about abortion and divorce. Abortion and Divorce are the two ordinary things people do today just because of their mistakes. But if the mistake of one person can also be done by another person this mistake will grow for another mistake. Does it sound like an “excuse” for us to do another mistake? Are we made to always do mistakes because we’re not perfect? Or instead because we’re not made perfect we think of a way of not doing mistakes and we will be careful of what we’re doing. Do we think that the “Creator of Life”, God, will be pleased to us? Does he want us to use our power to destroy the things he had made for us? I know we don’t want to fail him… but by doing these simple ordinary things… we already failed him.

We all have family. A family that love us and care for us and this can also be called home. Warm and full of love. But if this family is made of broken glass, we all get hurt from it. For me, a broken family is made of two dumb person living together made out of human desires or by mistake. And divorce is their pass to do it all over again. To fled for their mistakes and for doing another mistakes. Is this wise? No, its stupidity and they will die because of it. Then abortion is born because of this stupidity.

You may ask, when this stupidity starts? Its starts when we’re young. Yes, its start to us, young man and women. Yet, they used to say that young man and women were the hope of one nation or by all means hope of this world. But if this hope we’re the start of making life miserable, can we called it hope of mankind or we can just called it mistake of mankind? What I’m trying to say is that the young man and women were the ones who will make this world a heaven or a living hell. But I think I know where we’re heading to and it’s too obvious for me to imply.

“We have eyes to see and ears to hear… but if this senses gone we will used our hearts to feel.” We should use our hearts to know what’s right and wrong. It’s never too late for us to do good and never too late for us to change. If we only see and hear bad things in this world, we shouldn’t use it instead open our hearts for us to see the real thing. We are always responsible in our actions. And we should all know that having a family is a responsibility given to us, to all of us. This power of making life is a gift we received from God. We all have right to live. We all have right to love.

It’s true that sometimes we made mistakes but it’s not an excuse of saying we’re just people. We should know that this mistake is the proof of disobeying God’s will and failing him. But the worst thing is we’re heading to our own destruction.

Respect is another thing. If we know how to respect we know the meaning of it. Respect is connected to love. And love is connected to Life. If we respect marriage we know the importance of love and the life we’re living. If we seek for a better life, we should know how to respect LIFE itself.

Read My Heart Out: The Big Old Tree

Read My Heart Out: The Big Old Tree: "(This story is a fiction that I made. A short story came out of my head. A story that even I touched my heart… I hope you (the reader) will..."

The Big Old Tree

(This story is a fiction that I made. A short story that came out of my head "poof!" (not literally thou!hehe!jk). A story that will touched your heart… hope you (the reader) will like it (^^,)....)

Everybody wants a companion. Someone to talk to and share your dreams with… I thought I never get to be happy until I met her…

I’m an orphan. I don’t know whose my parent was. What’s there face and what they look like? Sometimes I wonder… but often times I don’t care. I used to be alone. No friends and No family. I live half of my childhood life in an orphanage and I used to be with different care takers and kids that have a same situation like mine. They’re all good people especially those who show that they care. Some are not quite friendly and gave us hard chores everyday. There were only few kids that I became friends with. Kids that were like me… a loner, always wanted to be alone.

I used to stay under the shades of a big tree whenever I was alone. I don’t know what the name of that tree was but all I know was it’s a huge tree. I used to hide, to sleep and to read my books there. I remember I draw that tree too on some of my sketch book but I think I had lost it. I remember how it gave me shelter and shades when it’s rainy and sunny. That tree really became part of my loneliest and happiest childhood days… but whenever I went and stay there… I always felt that I’m not alone.

Then one day I saw a girl. She was same age as me. I thought that she was a new kid in the orphanage. And it irritated me when I saw her sitting under my tree. Yes, its mine. I was the one who always there till she came along. I greeted her with a nasty and angry look on my face but she answers me with her sweet and gentle smile… and that really pisses me off. At first I used to be mean at her. I don’t talk to her and I always ignore her. I felt that the day she came was the day she conquered my place, my tree… I felt that she took away one of my greatest possession… till now that I know I was wrong.

But what I really wonder was why she never got angry at me. Why she was always kind and good to me although I been so mean to her.

We’re at the same place but we never talk so much… until one day I fell on that tree. I tried to get my airplane toy that stuck on one of the brunches of that tree. It stuck in a very high branch and I was afraid to get it but I really wanted to get it back so I decided to face the danger though I know I could fell and hurt myself. And it happened, when I fell that day. I thought I died though. It was black but it’s weird that I heard a voice that’s so distant. And that voice was to her. When I opened my eyes she was there and she seems to be worried about me. I was shocked to know that I’m still alive after that incident. And what really amazing was I’m not injured at all. When I asked her what happened she just smile and said “you were lying there for an hour now and I thought you have a bad dream so I wake you up”. Was that only a dream? I know it’s not because when I woke up I saw my airplane still stuck on the brunch of that tree.

On the next day, I was still eager to get my airplane back so I decided to get a big stick for me not to climb up anymore. When I get there I saw my airplane was gone. I looked around and couldn’t found it. When I was about to lose hope she came and approached me. “Are you looking for this?” she asked. I was so happy to see my airplane and asked her how she got it. She says that she just saw it lying on the ground. I thought maybe strong wind came and blew it and it fell off that easily. That’s the time when we started to talked and became friends.

We shared lot of things. We laughed together and I sometimes bring all of my favorite books and we read it together. We play hide and seek under that tree. And I remember of calling her ninja because she was really good at hiding and when it’s my turn to hide she immediately finds me. What I really like about her was her smile and the way she listens to me. I must say that she was really a good listener and she was someone that you know who cares and wanted to know you. For the first time, in my life, I found a true friend.

I thought that I will always be happy but I’m wrong. One day she didn’t came in our place, the big tree. I thought that she just has things to do and not able to went in our playground. I used to always go there under that tree, playing there all alone; but I wonder why I felt different now. My heart was filled of sadness whenever I wait for her but she never comes. I have so many stories to tell and so many jokes to share with her but she didn’t come anymore.

There was time that I got sick. I have a high fever. My care taker says that it was due for staying long hours outside and for playing in the rain. And I know she was half right about what she says of staying long hours but not the playing and enjoying the rain outside… because I was waiting for her. I thought that the tree will always protect me… but it failed when I got sick.

4 days I had spent lying on my bed. I was so sad to not to go outside for so long… and to ease my sadness I was writing down some of the jokes I made in a piece of paper and I was thinking of giving it to her when I recovered. I was too eager to get well so that I will be able to went to that tree and saw her waiting for me.

When I recovered the first thing I did was to go to that big tree. I wait for her because I know in my heart that she will come. I put the pieces of paper that I made inside a jar and brought my newly favorite books that my new care taker gave to me. Her name was Nelly and she says she was fond at me because she saw that I love reading books and she says that I have potential to be a writer someday because she loves and really appreciated my novice skills in writing. I really want to see that girl again. I didn’t know before the feeling of missing a person, I never missed my parents even once. I thought I would never felt that kind of feeling but it crept into my heart and I hated that feeling. I missed her and I wanted to talk to her once more.

I don’t know how long I waited for her that day. I was holding the jar and the books when Nelly woke me up. I saw in her eyes that she was worried about me. Well, it’s already dark when she saw me lying under that big tree and she thought that I hurt myself while playing under the tree. She told me to go back inside the house but I resisted to not going back. I was crying and shouting at her saying “Leave me alone!” She never gets angry at me but instead she hugs me saying “Tell me what’s the problem.” I hug her back and I can’t speak because of crying. My heart that day was aching so bad that I thought it will burst. It’s worst than an aching stomach when you’re hungry or even having bruises. My eyes were filled of tears and I can’t speak as I could.

We went back inside the house and Nelly gave me a glass of water to calm myself. She holds my hand and asked me once again what had happen. I told her that I was waiting for someone, a girl in the same orphanage. She asked me her name. And I realized that day that I really didn’t know that girl’s name. I just told her what she likes, her face and the built of her body. And Nelly promised me that she would ask the old care takers about that girl. I was very happy to know that and that somehow gave me hope for some reason.

Next day, Nelly came early and I was excited to know about the girl. I approached her immediately and told her if she had asked the old care takers about the girl and if she was able to saw her. Nelly told me to take her on that big tree saying that she wanted to saw it. Then she told me to wait for her there because she was going to get something in the office. While I was waiting under the big tree somehow I heard that someone was calling my name. I thought at first it was Nelly who’s calling me but no one was there… it’s just me. I thought maybe it was just my imagination. When I was there I couldn’t help myself thinking my happy days when I was playing under the tree with that girl. I thought my happy days was when I’m playing there alone but I can’t lie to myself about the different kind of happiness I had felt when she started to became part of my life. I finally knew that it was a different feeling when you know that someone was there to be with you. I remember how hard I was hitting my head when I was about to think the happy memories we had together… because it’s better to hit myself than to hurt my heart because of thoughts of not seeing her again. Then it crosses my mind maybe there was a family that adopted her and maybe she was happy now. I should get her address to mail her and I was hoping that Nelly was getting that girl address for me.

Nelly came with a file of documents. It was the documents of all the girls in that orphanage. There pictures were all there, their names and even their birthday. Nelly told me to look at those documents if I would be able to find her just knowing her face. I was so excited while browsing those documents and I wish that I would find her. I can’t help to wonder what her name was and I’m so stupid to not know it then. I saw all the documents but she was not there. I thought that her face was different in a picture so I browse it all over again. As I was trying hard to remember her face somehow her face seems to vanished inside my head. When I was about to cry and lose hope Nelly told me that maybe she just missed some of the other documents and promised me that we will do it again. Somehow it gave me another hope of finding her again.

On the next day Nelly didn’t brought any documents with her but she accompanied me in the girls’ house in that orphanage since the boys and girls house were separated. Nelly introduced me to all of them but I didn’t saw that girl. Some of the girls I had met were not the same age as me. There were two girls with same age but I know that they were not that girl. Though her face seems to disappear inside my head I know how she smiles and how she talks. But none of them was her. We spent our day looking for her but we failed and it just crosses my mind that she was good at hiding. As I remember it my heart once again starts aching. I missed her, I really do. When we started to give up, an old care taker asks us whose we’re looking for. I told her about the girl that I met on that big tree. She was shocked when I described that girl not her face though but that way she talked and some of her weird attitude. She said that she knew that girl. I was happy when she told us that. But she never told me the details instead she only talked to Nelly. Again I felt real happiness, I was wishing of finally knowing her name, her address so that I could send the jokes I had written for her in a piece of paper and I was going to send her many poems I had made for her. I know she will be happy just like she was when were together under that big tree. Then Nelly came at me and told me all the things the old care taker told her.

I stunned. I cannot speak. I cannot accept it. That the girl that I wanted to see, I wanted to be with. The girl who found my favorite airplane toy. The girl who shared many stories with me, who laugh with me and smile at me often, whose good at hiding and listening… and most of all whom for the first time became one and only best friend that I had and gave me indescribable happiness inside that took away my loneliness… was just a ghost…

Sadness came into my heart when I remember what Nelly told me about this girl named Amelia and she died long before I came in the orphanage when I was a baby. She died because of lukemia. She knows her parents but she came from a poor family and when her mother died her father left her. And she ended up in the orphanage. The old care taker was the one who took care of her. She said that she was kind of weird because she wanted to always be alone. She was always playing all by herself on that big tree.... Until she got sick and she couldn’t play anymore and then she died.

When I came to know all of it…I was scared. I didn’t visit that big tree anymore. I tried to forget all of what had happened and Nelly tried to help me with that. She was a wonderful person because despite of all that happens she didn’t leave me and never even once thought that I was a weirdo and she gave me lot of books for me to enjoy with. One day she adopted me. She wanted me to become part of her family. Now, I finally got my own family and they’re all wonderful person especially my new mom, Nelly.

However, though it was already fading in my head… the memories of Amelia my childhood best friend. A girl who makes me happy in the darkest day of my life… who showed me what happiness was really all about and how important it was to have a friend on your own. I thought maybe I somehow help her too. To finally have someone to talk to and maybe because of that she finally became happy and ready to go to where she really belongs. I know she was a ghost but the fact that she became part of the happiest moment of my life will never be erased and will never be forgotten...

Read My Heart Out: Family

Read My Heart Out: Family: "Having someone to be there for you is the greatest gift that can only be yours. Having someone you can lean on, someone you can talk to t..."

Family

Having someone to be there for you is the greatest gift that can only be yours. Having someone you can lean on, someone you can talk to that you don’t have to hide who you really are and not pretend at all and someone who can always be there in times of trouble and together you’ll able to conquer fears and achieve desires in life.  And this someone could be called… a Family. Family of your own.

The pettiest thing I know in life is to live and die “all ALONE”. That’s why GOD gave us family of our own. A family that’s dearly to us. A home that we can be safe and a home where we can be happy.  But whenever I saw a person living on the street “alone”, no house, no family. I can’t help wondering why and how his life became miserable like that. Is it that person’s destiny or that person chooses to be like that? I don’t know, for me it’s a mystery.

There are three kinds of person that I thought could be “LONELY”.

First is a person that doesn’t know his family since the day he was born. An orphan…

Second is a person who lost his family or leaves him behind for some reason. The OLD ones who left by their family into the house of Aged People…

Third is a person that although he knows his family, his father and mother, but in time they get separated, divorced, and he was left in his relatives. A person that doesn’t gain happiness in his home but only gained hatred to his own family…

These people were I thought to have a life full of grief and sadness. People that cursed their life and closed their hearts for LOVE and CARE. Now, I wonder how they live there life and how they be happy somehow. How they overcome loneliness? And who are the people who share them happiness?

But I came to realize as I met some of them… 

that I shouldn’t be sad for them and I shouldn’t pity them but to be happy and proud of them. That these persons were all became “TOUGH!”. For them to fight what’s I’m fear at. For them to know that this fear never be a hindrance to be able to be happy and that the real happiness cannot only be found in our real family but also in the person who can show what’s the FAMILY really is all about. Their strength might be my weakness but I should know that when I’m on their shoes I should be glad because I came to know how to overcome this fear because of them.

And… here on earth… we can’t always be happy… that’s the fact about living… and there are many circumstances in life that can break us down and sometimes it seems that life is a “Failure!” and at the end… we live and die “ALONE!”.

Lucky for those who didn’t experience those things… but I wonder who they are. To say that emptiness did not crossed their paths as they continue traveling in this world. But it's not true... because all of us has a different story that can be told… (^^,)