A child’s gratitude
By Young BloodI remember the toy stethoscope that Mama bought me when I was six years old. I remember the science books Daddy gave me when I was in the sixth grade.
I remember the toy stethoscope that Mama bought me when I was six years old. I remember the science books Daddy gave me when I was in the sixth grade.
It’s every parent’s nightmare. You go out into the street with your kid in tow and, in the blink of an eye as you accomplish your business, you turn and find your child is gone.
Please consider this as a suggestion on how to improve the performance of our schoolchildren in remote areas that are not served electricity, and thus contribute to nation-building.
In the United States, parents of a seven-year-old “transgender,” a boy who identifies him/herself as a girl, are suing the child’s old school after the administration stopped the child from using the girls’ toilet and directed the child to a “gender-neutral” restroom instead. The reason officials gave for this change of policy was fear of [...]
Ten-year-old Bernadette Sanchez Abogado was brought to the Philippine Heart Center, Quezon City, a year ago and diagnosed by a heart specialist to have a hole in her heart. The doctor prescribed Lanoxin tablet as her maintenance medicine. Bernadette is the daughter of Bernardo Abogado, a carpenter and Erlinda S. Abogado, a housewife.
One chilly night a week before my exams, I met two crying boys, aged seven and 10, at the threshold of the National Shrine of St. Jude Thaddeus. It was past 8 p.m., I was tired and dizzy from a long day of study, and the parish caretaker was already turning off the lights.
The story is told about a little boy who sobbed all the way home in the back of the car after the christening of his baby brother in church. Three times his father asked him what was wrong. Finally the boy said: “The priest kept saying that he wanted us to be brought up in a Christian home.” “So, what’s the problem?” the father asked. “But I want to stay with you guys!” the boy cried.
A writer, who is also a mother, once wrote: “To have a child is to have your heart walk outside your body for the rest of your life.”
She now swears allegiance to the American flag, but one could say her act was deeply Filipino. And US President Barack Obama was sufficiently moved. “We should follow the example of a New York City nurse named Menchu Sanchez. When Hurricane ‘Sandy’ plunged her hospital into darkness [last October], she wasn’t thinking about how her own home was faring. Her mind was on the 20 precious newborns in her care and the rescue plan she devised that kept them all safe,” Obama said in his State of the Union Address last week.
Cheese corn—it’s one of the comfort foods that a typical University of the Philippines student like me, or maybe even people not in UP, can relate to. I think no one can resist boiled corn kernels in a soup oozing with melted margarine and cheese powder. Om nom nom, indeed. But to be honest, I kind of don’t want to see the cheese corn vendor anymore.
What makes bullying so terrible is that it takes something full of brightness—childhood—and buries it in darkness. Bullying is a sordid reality in our schools that has caused many children deep suffering and distress. There are too many instances of children being so harassed that they become physically ill—or worse.
This refers to the news item titled “Overpopulation good for Filipinos, says bishop” (Inquirer, 12/29/12), where Bishop Gilbert Garcera of Daet was reported to have said that poverty brought people “closer” to God and was instrumental in realizing God’s plan for Filipinos to take care of other nationalities by inducing migration and working abroad.
