Sunday, January 25, 2009

Keep Your Fork

A Woman and Her Fork

There was a young woman who had been diagnosed with a terminal illness and had been given three months to live. So as she was getting her things 'in order,' she contacted her Pastor and had him come to her house to discuss certain aspects of her final wishes.

She told him which songs she wanted sung at the service, what scriptures she would like read, and what outfit she wanted to be buried in.

Everything was in order and the Pastor was preparing to leave when the young woman suddenly remembered something very important to her.

'There's one more thing,' she said excitedly.

'What's that?' came the Pastor's reply.

'This is very important,' the young woman continued. 'I want to be buried with a fork in my right hand.'

The Pastor stood looking at the young woman, not knowing quite what to say.

That surprises you, doesn't it?' the young woman asked.

'Well, to be honest, I'm puzzled by the request,' said the Pastor.

The young woman explained. 'My grandmother once told me this story, and from that time on I have always tried to pass along its message to those I love and those who are in need of encouragement. In all my years of attending socials and dinners, I always remember that when the dishes of the main course were being cleared, someone would inevitably lean over and say, 'Keep your fork.' It was my favorite part because I knew that something better was velvety chocolate cake or deep-dish apple pie. Something wonderful, and with substance!'

So, I just want people to see me there in that casket with a fork in my hand and I want them to wonder 'What's with the fork?' Then I want you to tell them: 'Keep your fork ... the best is yet to come.'

The Pastor's eyes welled up with tears of joy as he hugged the young woman good-bye. He knew this would be one of the last times he would see her before her death. But he also knew that the young woman had a better grasp of heaven than he did. She had a better grasp of what heaven would be like than many people twice her age, with twice as much experience and knowledge. She KNEW that something better was coming.

At the funeral people were walking by the young woman's casket and they saw the cloak she was wearing and the fork placed in her right hand. Over and over, the Pastor heard the question, 'What's with the fork?' And over and over he smiled.

During his message, the Pastor told the people of the conversation he had with the young woman shortly before she died. He also told them about the fork and about what it symbolized to her. He told the people how he could not stop thinking about the fork and told them that they probably would not be able to stop thinking about it either.

He was right... So the next time you reach down for your fork let it remind you, ever so gently, that the best is yet to come.

Wednesday, January 02, 2008


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Nais ko ng taluntunin ang daan pabalik.

Thursday, November 15, 2007


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Tuesday, August 28, 2007

Ang Kagila-gilalas na Pakikipagsapalaran ni Inday


I hereby render my irrevocable resignation as your employee, effective today. It has been a pleasant stay in your company, but owing to personal reasons, I am compelled to move on.

I would like to thank you and your good management for the wonderful experience accorded to me during my stay in your company.

Yours Katulong,


“I believe that my trained skills and expertise in management with the use of standard tools and my discipline and experience will contribute significantly to the value of work that you want.

My creativity, productivity and work efficiency and the high quality of outputs I can offer will boost the work progress.”

- Cover letter ng resume ni Inday sa bago niyang amo

“A change in the weather patterns might have occured causing havoc to affected sorroundings. The way debris are scattered indicated that the gust of wind is going northeast . . . causing damage to the path it is going.”

- Sagot ni Inday sa amo nang tanungin kung bakit nagkalat ang basura sa likod ng bahay.

“As much as I want to indulge in the proliferation of such indecent and malicious information, I want to lift the stigma and aleviate the society’s perception of our profession.”

- Inday, tumatangging makipagtsismisan sa katulong ng kabilang bahay.

“Compromising safety with useless aesthetics, the not-so-well engineered architectural design of our kitchen lavatory affected the boy’s cranium with a slight boil at the left temple near the auditory organ.”

- sagot ni Inday nang tanungin ng amo kung bakit may bukol si Junior

“Physical stress and excessive work may result to serious damage to one’s body. It is therefore essential that once in a while we take a break from our usual routine to replenish the lost energy we once had.”

- sabi ni Inday sa Amo nung humingi siya ng day-off

Amo: Inday, di ba nanood ka ng D Buzz kanina?

Inday: Yes, bakit Ma’am?

Amo: Bakit daw umalis si Angel Locsin sa Channel 7?

Inday: Sometimes, people choose to leave not because of selfish reasons but because they just know that things will get worse if they’ll stay. Leaving can be a tough act, and it’s harder when people can’t understand you for doing so.

“Bloody hell!!!What the fuck did just land on my cutie top?! I mean I’ve spent all day just to make myself look fabulous. I think I’ll have this eewy thing removed in a whip wham of time!”

- reaction ni Inday nung matalsikan siya ng mantika habang nagluluto ng tilapya

“Potatoes when consumed in their raw state are rapidly converted to glucose that raises insulin levels because of its simple sugar. When cooked in higher temperature like french fries, they produce large amount of free radicals in the body, causing aging, clotting, inflammation, cancer, weight gain . . . one french fry is worse than one cigarette.”

- Sagot ni Inday sa amo nang tanungin kung bakit hindi siya nagluluto ng french fries

“It’s absurd! It was never a fact that he will inflict a fight. I can only imagine how you handle schizophrenic kids on this educational institution. Revise your policies because it sucks!”

- Inday habang kasama si Junior sa Principal’s Office. Tulala ang Principal

“Allergens triggered the immune response. Eosinophilic migration occurs to the reaction site and release of chemotactic and anaphylotoxin including histamine and prostaglandins, these subtances result to increase circulation to the site promoting redness.”

- Sagot ni Inday nang tanungin ng amo kung bakit may mga rashes si Junior

Amo: Nakita mo ba yung lunar eclipse kagabi?

Inday: The fact that a low pressure area is proliferating within the Philippine area of Responsibility added by intertropical convergence zone and southwest monsoon over the rest of the country, how can we possibly witness that natural phenomenon?

Amo: Sorry, sorry. Wala na bang sorry?

Thursday, August 23, 2007

The Wooden Bowl

Tomorrow, a week from now, a month from now, a year from now, we will not forget BUT surely we will remember the story of The Wooden Bowl. So, here
it goes :

A frail old man went to live with his son, daughter-in- law, and 4-year old grandson. The old man's hands trembled, his eyesight was blurred, and his step faltered. The family ate together at the table.

But the elderly grandfather's shaky hands and failing sight made eating difficult. Peas rolled off his spoon onto the floor. When he grasped the glass, milk spilled on the tablecloth.

The son and daughter-in- law became irritated with the mess. "We must do something about father," said the son. "I've had enough of his spilled milk, noisy eating, and food on the floor."

So the husband and wife set a small table in the corner. There, Grandfather ate alone while the rest of the family enjoyed dinner. Since Grandfather had broken a dish or two, his food was served in a wooden bowl!

When the family glanced in Grandfather's direction, sometime he had a tear in his eye as he sat alone. Still, the only words the couple had for him were sharp admonitions when he dropped a fork or spilled food.

The 4-year-old watched it all in silence. One evening before supper, the father noticed his son playing with wood scraps on the floor. He asked the child sweetly, "What are you making?" Just as sweetly, the boy responded, "Oh, I am making a little bowl for you and Mama to eat your food in when I grow up." The four-year-old smiled and went back to work.

The words so struck the parents so that they were speechless. Then tears started to stream down their cheeks. Though no word was spoken, both knew what must be done. That evening the husband took Grandfather's hand and gently led him back to the family table. For the remainder of his days he ate every meal with the family. And for some reason, neither husband nor wife seemed to care any longer when a fork was dropped, milk spilled, or the tablecloth soiled.

From this story, we learn, on a positive note, that no matter what happens, no matter how bad it seems today, life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow.

We learn that we can tell a lot about a person by the way he/she handles four things: a rainy day, the elderly, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights.

We learn that, regardless of our relationships with our parents, we shall surely miss them when they're gone from our lives.

We learn that making a "living" is not the same thing as making a "life"...

We learn that life sometimes give us a second chance.

We learn that we shouldn't go through life with a catcher's mitt on both hands. We need to be able to throw something back.

We learn that if we pursue happiness, it will elude us. BUT if we focus on our family, our friends, the needs of others, our work and doing the very best we can, happiness will find us.

We learn that whenever we decide something with an open heart, we usually make the right decision.

We learn that even when we have pains, we don't have to be one.

We learn that every day, we should reach out and touch someone.

People love that human touch -- holding hands, a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back.

And Finally, Dear Friends, in our earthly existence,

We Learn that We Still ... Have A Lot To Learn

Wednesday, June 06, 2007

Better to Give

A young man, a student in one of the universities, was one day taking a walk with a Professor, who was commonly called the student"s friend, from his kindness to those who waited on his instructions.

As they went along, they saw lying in the path a pair of old shoes, which they supposed to belong to a poor man who was employed in a field close by,and who had nearly finished his day"s work.

The student turned to the professor, saying: "Let us play the man a trick: we will hide his shoes, and conceal ourselves behind those bushes, and wait to see his perplexity when he cannot find them."

"My young friend," answered the professor, "we should never amuse ourselves at the expense of the poor. But you are rich, and may give yourself a much greater pleasure by means of this poor man. Put a coin in each shoe, and then we will hide ourselves and watch how this affects him."

The student did so and they both placed themselves behind the bushes close by. The poor man soon finished his work, and came across the field to the path where he had left his coat and shoes.

While putting on his coat he slipped his foot into one of his shoes, but feeling something hard, he stooped down to feel what it was, and found the coin. Astonishment and wonder were seen upon his countenance. He gazed upon the coin, turned it around, and looked at it again and again.

He then looked around him on all sides, but no person was to be seen. He now put the money into his pocket, and proceeded to put on the other shoe; but his surprise was doubled on finding the other coin.

His feelings overcame him; he fell upon his knees, looked up to the heavens and uttered aloud a fervent thanksgiving in which he spoke of his wife who was sick and helpless, and his children without bread, whom this timely bounty, from some unknown hand, would save from perishing.

The student stood there deeply affected, and his eyes filled with tears. "Now," said the professor, are you not much better pleased than if you had played your intended trick?"

The youth replied, "You have taught me a lesson which I will never forget. I feel now the truth of these words, which I never understood before: "It"s more blessed to give than to receive."

Sunday, April 29, 2007

The Story of the Three Trees

Once there were three trees on a hill in the woods. They were discussing their hopes and dreams when the first tree said,

"Someday I hope to be a treasure chest. I could be filled with gold, silver and precious gems. I could be decorated with intricate carving and everyone would see the beauty."

Then the second tree said, "Someday I will be a mighty ship. I will take kings and queens across the waters and sail to the corners of the world. Everyone will feel safe in me because of the strength of my hull."

Finally the third tree said, "I want to grow to be the tallest and straightest tree in the forest. People will see me on top of the Hill and look up to my branches, and think of the heavens and God and how close to them I am reaching. I will be the greatest tree of all time and people will always remember me."

After a few years of praying that their dreams would come true, a group of woodsmen came upon the trees. When one came to the first tree he said, "This looks like a strong tree, I think I should be able to sell the wood to a carpenter, "and he began cutting it down. The tree was happy, because he knew that the carpenter would make him into a treasure chest.

At the second tree the woodsman said, "This looks like a strong tree. I should be able to sell it to the shipyard." The second tree was happy because he knew he was on his way to becoming a mighty ship.

When the woodsmen came upon the third tree, the tree was frightened because he knew that if they cut him down his dreams would not come true. One of the Woodsmen said, "I don't need anything special from my tree, I'll take this one," and he cut it down.

When the first tree arrived at the carpenters, he was made into a feed box for animals. He was then placed in a barn and filled with hay. This was not at all what he had prayed for.

The second tree was cut and made into a small fishing boat. His dreams of being a mighty ship and carrying kings had come to an end.

The third tree was cut into large pieces, and left alone in the dark.

The years went by, and the trees forgot about their dreams.

Then one day, a man and woman came to the barn. She gave birth and they placed the baby in the hay in the feed box that was made from the first tree. The man wished that he could have made a crib for the baby, but this manger would have to do. The tree could feel the importance of this event and knew that it had held the greatest treasure of all time.

Years later, a group of men got in the fishing boat made from the second tree. One of them was tired and went to sleep. While they were out on the water, a great storm arose and the tree didn't think it was strong enough to keep the men safe. The men woke the sleeping man, and He stood and said "Peace" and the Storm stopped. At this time, the tree knew that it had carried the King of Kings in its boat.

Finally, someone came and got the third tree. It was carried through the streets as the people mocked the man who was carrying it. When they came to a stop, the man was nailed to the tree and raised in the air to die at the top of a hill. When Sunday came, the tree came to realize that it was strong enough to stand at the top of the hill and be as close to God as was possible, because Jesus had been crucified on it.

The moral of this story is that when things don't seem to be going your way, always know that God has a plan for you. If you place your trust in Him, God will give you great gifts.

Each of the trees got what they wanted, just not in the way they had imagined.

We don't always know what God's plans are for us. We just know that His ways are not our ways, but His ways are always best.