Jamjam, the Wonder Kid

This is one of those days that I am really down. It’s summer in this country but it feels gloomy and rainy. The sky is clear and blue but all I see is haze.
All of my dreams seem impossible to reach. My career just ended and I am near bankruptcy. My friends seems far to reach and everything I do is a failure. Yes, it seems I failed miserably.
I ask now if this is the punishment for my sins. Why do these things have to happen. Where is God in all of my miseries.
Just this morning I opened my mail and read a letter from a preacher. He wrote “See Him beside you this whole Wednesday!” Beside me this morning is my daughter Jamjam. She is a healthy wonderful two year old kid. Everyday she shows me new talents. When she was one year old she could sing in the videoke. And every time I look at her I see how beautiful, healthy, wonderful, talented this angel from God is. Truly she is a living proof that God loves me. And this makes me very happy.
I remember now a story of a guy that when he was young he prayed to God that he’ll be given three sons someday. He asked God that he wants the eldest to be a lawyer so that he could help the poor in their community have justice. The second to be a policeman so that there will be peace and order in their neighborhood. And the youngest to be a professional basketball player because he loves basketball so much. The young man continued to be a good Christian and after years he got married. But instead of three sons he was given three daughters. The eldest became a teacher. The second became a nun and the youngest had a Poliomyelitis. This disabled her from walking but did not stop her in becoming a well known musician.
After years of serving God and having a wonderful and happy life with her wife and three daughters the man past away with natural death or old age. In heaven, God accepted him and embraced him with peace and serenity. But maybe out of curiosity the man asked God why he was given three daughters when he asked for three sons. A teacher instead of a lawyer. A nun instead of a policeman. And a disabled musician instead of a professional basketball player. Then God answered him. I gave you three daughters. The eldest a teacher, to give good education to the young so that they’ll be reliable and competent individuals. The second, a nun so that she’ll help the church in saving lost individuals to find Me, thy God again in their lives. Finally your youngest daughter a musician so that she’ll serenade you with the music of my love all the rest of your life. What I gave you is more than what you are asking.
There is a joke that if you want God to laugh at you tell Him your plans. Many times in our lives we became blind by our ambitions. We must always be reminded that there is nothing sure in this world except the will of God. Let us now start seeing the love of God for us and not our miseries. And you don’t have to look far. “See Him beside you this whole day”.

A Little Girl

Everytime I went down the stairs of the Light Rail Transit Line 1 (LRT1), I can’t help it but to cry. It just breaks my heart to see this little girl around six years old without her right arm. She waits patiently for passers to drop coins in her tumbler. Sometimes she reads (I don’t know if she could really read or even went to school.) and sometimes plays her old, dirty and also missing the right arm doll. I don’t know if it’s just incidental. She is not alone in this train station. There are toddlers that if not running and playing are begging for money. One of the babies was being carried by a teenager while begging because the baby has a hydrocephalus. I don’t know if that baby is still alive while I am writing this. And where are their parents? There are adults in the vicinity of the stairs. They are the vendors, beggars or just the people who sits and smoke there all day. Their exact location is in the stairs of Gill Puyat South Bound Station, Light Rail Transit (LRT1), Manila. PHILIPPINES.
I tried to find help in the two giant networks in the Philippines namely ABS-CBN and GMA. I thought their programs XXX and Imbestigador could coordinate with DSWD and help this little girl find a new home but a month passed the girl still suffers there in the station. I just want to take her with me and give her a decent meal and home but surely the adults there would react and could harm me.
Just yesterday I saw her again in the staircases of the Gill Puyat train station. She was silent but I could hear her in my heart saying, "don’t give up on me". If I could speak to her I will say, "I promise I will not". After I posted this all over the Internet I will call all the government agencies and private institutions I could find to beg to save this little girl. "If you could save one life you saved the entire world". Just think for a moment if she’s your daughter or sister wouldn’t you cry too.