Another month has passed and I'm ready to count my blessings. My parents has marked their 31st wedding anniversary, my cousin Arnie (who, by the way, really needs to undergo speech pathology lessons to correct his speaking handicapability) added another year to his age, and my cousin Angel, who is also my contemporary, finally laid to rest after years of battling his chronic illness. I'm just glad that Angel's family is okay and that his wife's family extended their support during his trying times.
I'm also thankful for learning how the holy month of Ramadan is to our Muslim brothers and sisters, and receiving unexpected gifts from colleagues and strangers alike. Even though this month might have left a dent on my wallet, I am grateful for having learned the value of being happy despite having limited spending power. Fortunately, the dry spell in finances was alleviated with a tiny rain. God does provide during hard times specially when you abundantly help even if you have so little to give.
Glad that I was able to hear (and criticize) PGMA's talk to OFWs about our welfare. But, I'm just darn glad she came and reassured fellow OFWs that the government is working doubly hard for our security.
I've learned again to appreciate the beauty of the contrasting climates of the places I call home. I miss the rains back home, but not its yucky aftermath. I miss the humidity back home because I can't breathe here whenever I'm outside my house or the office. I unfortunately get rashes as well that's why I miss the weather in Pinas. Thank the heavens most of my titos and titas here are from the medical field so they helped me cure my rashes and sunburnt skin during the staycation.
I'm so glad and thankful for being a Filipino. Even if Ondoy devastated the Philippines, there were many things that woke up in the collective consciousness of Filipinos. We have rekindled the value of pakikipagkapwa tao and bayanihan by helping out in the relief operations (whether in cash or in kind), thought twice on the double-faced help given by politicos and others who have hidden agendas, and realized that we should take care of Mother Nature because she's a nasty bitch when she retaliates. I know God is still good because at least Ondoy came on a Saturday. Imagine the horror if it was on a school day.
To everyone back home: you're always in my prayers.
I'll be doing this Tenchu (that's my baby talk for 'thank you') posts at the end of every month to chronicle the things I am grateful for. Count those blessings! ;)
