Many things have change during this pandemic including protocols in hoapital admission. My youngest son had a high fever since Saturday October 2, 2021. After 2 days, Monday he had loose bowel movement and had no enough food intake since since day 1. We decided to bring him to the hospital to avert dehydration on October 4 after teleconsulting with his pedia Dra Yangco. Before they were allowed to enter the emergency room of NICC in Naga City my son and his 2 companions. The 3of them undergone swab testing.

Only one watcher is allowed inside the room.

I was working outside our city which is more than a hundred kilometers away and have to get Letter of Authorization to enter and leave that city. I had that LOA since the day it was implemented and renewable every 15days. So at 2pm I drove to Naga City to attend to my son in the hispital. It took me almost 4 hrs because I have to stop for several times for I am so sleepy. There was a point when i fall asleep on a spit second that i was on the wrong lane. Buti na lang walang kasalubong. Nakakatakot yon. Di na ko uulit. So when driving, rest if you feel even a little sleepy, it can save your life and others.

I was not allowed to even enter the hallway of the hospital, so I just went home and back today to get my antigen test done. I am waiting for the the result. I hope it is negative, Oh God I pray it is negative. I want to take care of my son. My husband who is already a senior and has co morbidity will be our runner while me will be inside the hospital room to attend my son. No visitors allowed. Only one watcher allowed. Mahirap makasakit ngayong panahon ng covid

How many times should I forgive?

Ten years ago, a day before our 20th wedding anniversary, I was informed about my husband’s affair. Days later, while inside the car having an argument , he told me he is leaving , I begged him to stay because we have a very sickly four year old son who needed him most. I choose to forgive and it took me a decade to forget..

But when wounds were healed.. Another shock of my life came….. for the second time… the second mistress is never better than the first.. She is also married but living with a second partner, may be my husband would like to be the next in line. Nobody told me. It is me who discovered it. Yes I stalk, I read messages on his phone and I found out. That was May 2019. The following month I went with my husband in his farm. I don’t usually do it but womans instinct is real. There with my two eyes, the woman with her children, is living in our farm house. I almost fainted, I felt so weak I just sit inside the car. I thought I’m brave to confront them, but no, I did not utter a word while we were in the farm. At home, I confronted my husband and he denied having an affair. With all the evidences, I still manage to make myself believe that he is telling the truth.

Sometimes we choose to believe a lie because we are afraid of the truth.

Yes, truth will set us free. But lie makes me numb of the pain and I am afraid of the pain, and lie temporarily comforts me.

Then COVID 19 came. We were on community quarantine the entire 2020. She was stranded more than 500 kms away from my husband. For almost a year I felt so relieve and at peace…

But it is temporary

She came back.

And nightmare begins

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“Leaders know how to ask for help…..

Don’t ever say no for other people, let other people say no for themselves” RickWarren on his yt video Making a Plan to improve your Life

A story of Nehemiah , a cup bearer of a Pharaoh who had no experience in construction but was so determined to rebuild Israel which was in total ruins at that time. His preparation involves so much praying, planning and asking peoples help

After watching Rick Warren’s video , I think I need to read the whole book of Nehemiah ..his life is interesting and inspiring

And about asking help from someone, why do I find it so difficult to do specially if it is something personal. Am I too proud? or too self sufficient? or afraid of rejection,? or ashamed to show my weakness..? . so much realization from a century old story

Wow. So powerful . I am not a USA citizen in fact i live in a country miles away from them where democracy in our land is under threath . I am moved to tears , the poem penetrated my soul ..love of country is a universal thing

I’m scared, had a fever for 2 days, but I can still smell strong odors like perfume, thanks God and I still like eating though everything taste bitter.

Im thinking of having a swab test to rule out covid, not only for my ownsake but for my family. For the meantime I need to be strong, with God’s help I am strong, mentally, emotionally

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Son: (reading from the net) “simultaneous eruption of volcanoes in the world is natural, not a sign of end of the world”

Me: earthquake, famine, volcanic eruption, these things will really happen but no body can tell the exact time when will be the end of times. Even the angels in heaven does not know when the 2nd coming of Jesus Christ will happen. So, who are we humans to know the exact dates and time. One thing I know before the end of the world, the gospel of Christ must be heard by everyone. Do you think there are still people who never heard of the gospel?

Daughter: there is, that person in Malacanan Palace 😊

We three had a good short laugh, but afterwards I feel sad. That person in power needs a lots of prayer. And somebody must tell him of the word of God, he must repent, otherwise our nation is doomed

Today I flared up on a seemingly petty thing. After I cooled down, I ask myself, where did it came from? It is not me, I was the most tolerant person , I cannot be easily angered.. Is it pre menopausal syndrome? hope to control myself, or else I can hurt people and it made me feel bad

You find it not only in accounting text books . In the workplace it is so real. Not only in financial records but also in life 😀

A wrong can never be right with a another wrong. I can rise above the situation and I am very proud of myself for that.

When the speaker is so good in his topic but you know something dark about him. Will you listen to him? He is talking about parenting and family, but he is allegedly the one who connive and protect the murderer of a good father leaving the 12year old son an orphan. While this speaker is free enjoying his life because the law in our land cannot convict him- the accomplice of a murderer, because of influence and lack of evidence. I’m uneasy in my chair, I feel like going out. Nobody in this room except me knows how bad this speaker is. He talks about divine law, morality, and human law. He is a lawyer and he talks eloquently.

joined taichi for the first time. I think I will love this. The movement is so slow but why I cant follow 😂

It may not bring bread on the table but surely it feeds your hungry mind. I am proud of your insatiable quest for knowledge. What does Master on Asian studies has to do with your business course? Why not mba? . .Anyway you love what you are doing now.. Looking forward to an interesting discourse on geopolitics, food, culture and arts.

“but as those who’ve gone before us, let us leave to those behind us the heritage of faithfullness passed on through Godly lives”

Find us faithful by Steve Green

May be finding the truth would give me peace. Suspicion hurts me but truth may hurt me more. But after the truth comes out, maybe I will have peace, or may be it will torment me more.

For the moment I just want peace of mind. But dont know how to start

Only those who feel betrayed knows how really painful it is.

Should I hold on or should I let go.

Happy fathers day in heaven Tatay. 24 years ago you joined our creator. Though my children could no longer remember you I keep on telling and retelling them of the memories I had with you.

How would I forget the Sundays we would go to Pay Totoy’s house and you would talked about God’s word all day long. While my sibblings are busy playing, I would sit beside you as if I understand old peoples topic. Those were the best sunday school, no teacher and am not a student, just listening to you and Pay Totoy’s discourse.

My cousins who were our neighbors may have forgotten the full moon where after dinner we would gather outside and would hear stories from you. I can no longer remember the stories but I can still vividly see in my memory, your face, the moon rays, the tree and the shadow of our house.

During those days when we can hardly meet our needs, you would always say. “As God send a raven to Elija. He will send someone to us.” I always believe that, until now.

You have given us more than enough to sustain life in this troubled world. Not material position ” where moth and rust and destroys and where thieves break in and steal”, but the legacy of faith, your zealousness in the ministry, your calmness of spirit amidst all troubles, your grateful heart and happy disposition. I remember it all and call myself blessed enough to have a father like you.