To My Loving Father With Love

According to the survey the best place to study is where there is tight competition so that you and the examiner will eventually find out who amongst the best have the ability and capability to compete and end up winner. The winners are the educators of students who gained knowledge from them and winners are the students who learned enough and gained knowledge from the educators. But for the most part the educators who received incentives and rewards including their students who are financially rewarded as well. BOTH educators and students are the recipient who else would be? Did you forget somebody else? Don't forget that you have parents whom your natural biological genes of empowerment came from. They are your first source of education. You wont be intelligent today without your parents who nortured you during the times when you need those natural educational background and brain endowment. It is from your parents from whom your intelligence came from no doubts about it. Intelligence learned or acquired through years of study can also be a part of the whole integral system.

 

An old photograph of my loving and caring Mother carrying me here, holding on to the piece of paper. In the photographs also are my grandmother, my sister, my two brothers. My two younger brothers are not born yet in that period of time. What could be that piece of paper I'm holding on and what was written on it? It could be one of my doodles, my drawing, list of grocery for my Mother to remember. It could be a prayer because we were at the front porch of the church. We went to attend the mass in Antipolo Church. At the background is the statue of the Blessed Virgin Mary. I remember the Hinulugang Taktak (Pagsanjan Falls) near the church. My Father not in the picture was on tour duty which I don't need to elaborate. How could I remember such memory? Could it be every time that my Mother showed me the photograph she used to tell me the story again and again? Could it be the repetitive storytelling made me remember stories of long ago? What could be? It could be a secret.

 

Anyway, what's the true relevance or essence of this story? Just to let go show the world that my memory is awesome and amazing? Ha! Who cares I heard so many rants from so many people. They don't really care. Who cares? Nobody cares but those people whom my Father helped during the war in Vietnam. He was in the Medical Team. The Medical Team: International Red Cross, American and Philippine Red Cross joint forces to SAVE soldiers and civilians who were injured in that long battle in Vietnam. To further tell you the very long story is just really incredibly long. Long memory. I have a very long memory. Longer than the Nile river. Higher than a mountain. So really no need to remind me nor you about this but because it's my Father's birthday today; therefore I am more than grateful that I have a good, great amazing, awesome father in the world. There is no one like him. My Father the hero, the smart one and who's talent unequal and most of all his courage and bravery as a veteran is simply unforgettable and remarkable.

 

To you my dear Father

 

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

 

Wishing you many more birthdays to come.

 

Also to you my dear

MOTHER

 

HAPPY MOTHER's DAY

 

You are loved

TODAY, ALWAYS and

FOREVER!