Mimi was born (When I was born)

On May 31, 1989 my third child was born and we named her after a young talented movie star Sheryl Cruz. Sheryl was a cute little girl who used to cry during the evening and there was one moment when I carried her to a nearest hospital believing that she has a sour stomach but when we arrived at the gate of the Navares Clinic in Panabo we discovered that she was already very much relaxed. Soon, I discovered that she was just wanting to be with the cool fresh air outside the house.

On March 15, 1990 when Mimi was almost one year old (we nicknamed her Mimi as she was born in the month of May) I suffered again another heart-related problem, the one that caused so much worry in my life fearing that if I will loss my sight Mimi will be gravely affected. I immediately consulted my case to Dr. Durban of Limso Medical Hospital and Dr. Castaneda of Davao Doctors Hospital but both of them advised me to go to the Philippine Heart Center in Manila. Knowing that there is only 60% survival rate for a by-pass operation, I opted to stay in the house and kept on praying until a friend advised me to undergo a healing prayer. Another friend from the COMELEC also advised me to eat plenty of cucumber(pipino) for according to him it is good for the heart.

As of now, despite my problem I feel at ease and I have already submitted to God all that is in me including my life and I just hope that with all the miracles he has shown during my younger days, once again he will do it for me this time.

- This is from my father's book.

Playing the Game

So you played the game

And you lost, my lad?

And you're battered and bleeding too,

And your hopes are dead,

And your heart is lead,

And your whole world's sad and blue.

And so you sob and cry

In your grief and your pain

For the hopes that had to die,

But the game is through

And it's up to you

To laugh though you want to cry.

For someone, there must be

Something to lose, my lad,

It's sad but it's always true;

And day by day in the games you play

It's sure sometimes has to be you

So grit your teeth to the pain, my lad,

For you bottled the best you could,

And there's never shame in the losing game

When you lose like a real man should

For after all, life is a game, my lad,

And we play it as best we may;

We win or lose as the gods may choose

Who govern the games we play

But whether we win or lose, my lad,

At the end when the battle is through,

We must wait with a smile

For after awhile

And the chances that will come anew

- I got this from my high scool yearbook's page. I posted this just to share with you my perception of life based on my experiences.