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Kuya Daniel: A True Friend and Big Brother to All

Kuya.

It is a title that resounds. A title that befits him for his kindness and generosity.

Mr. Public Service: a friend, and brother.

Is he not but one man?

Reflecting upon his numerous achievements and noble works in broadcasting and numerous others in public service, one can say that such feats are but impossible to achieve by a single person.

But Kuya Daniel Razon has done through God’s help these amazing works, showing once again what pure motive to serve God can do – exceeding the ordinary, even the wildest expectations anyone can set.

(Photo from Daniel Razon Official Facebook Page)

In the thirty-three years that he had committed to serve God and his fellowmen, Kuya Daniel Razon has alit a candle, the light of which brought forth causes that benefit many people.

What would modern journalism be like without UNTV News And Rescue, which tweaked mainstream practice focused on being first? This news-and-rescue advocacy prioritizes saving lives of others at the expense of breaking news first.

Or where would some thousand deserving yet poor students be now without the chance to get enrolled at  La Verdad Christian College? The tuition-free education program is one of the country’s first that have yielded thousands of graduates and now socially-useful citizens of the country.

Moreover, many of residents from various urban barangays and provincial areas are satisfied beneficiaries of his People’s Day Medical Mission outreaches, not the least those who avail the free services of Clinic Ni Kuya, Legal Center ni Kuya and Botika ni Kuya, among others.

As a nurse, the works of this man we call simply as Kuya Daniel is truly an inspiration. Like the thousands of lives changed through his works, inspirational speeches and sermons before the congregants of the Members Church of God International (MCGI), my life’s been changed and improved each day by big brother.

What encouraged me to pursue nursing as a professional career was the beauty of its nobility: spending a very fulfilling life serving others. Thankfully to God, I had been given the chance to become a volunteer staff of Clinic ni Kuya (CNK) Medical Mission in Cavite.

This opportunity gave me a grasp of Kuya Daniel’s genuine commitment to a lifelong advocacy. As a weekly regular volunteer with Clinic ni Kuya, we catered to hundreds of patients every week for free, including medication and follow-ups.

Many look up to him, and many should.

(Photo from Daniel Razon Official Facebook Page)

In line with advocacies that are truly patriotic, committed to nation-building and life changing, my admiration of Kuya Daniel’s bold ambition has given me a rich well of inspiration to do good despite the odds – because as Kuya Daniel always utter: doing good will reap no evil in due time.

Many look up to him, and many should.

So I take this opportunity to tell my fellow youth, let us walk in his example.

Of course, it cannot be expected of many of us to institute Transient Homes like the one Kuya Daniel Razon has helped put up in  Quezon City, which is the first of its kind in the Philippines, nor put up an all-expense-paid school like the La Verdad Christian College.

But what can be expected of us is to devote our works to things that are not futile – to things that are of greater cause.

 

Mr. Public Service Kuya Daniel Razon has a name that is not simply words. He is an elder brother, a teacher, a father, and even a friend to those in need.

For a man of true valor – kind and God-fearing, we are thankful forever to God. Happy 33 Years of Service to God and Humanity, Kuya Daniel Razon!

 

To God be the Glory!

 

 

 

 

 

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Excerpts of Life: Understand

How I do not understand life:

How we can be sad

And then happy,

And then sad again.

How I do not understand love:

You give and give

And sometimes get nothing back,

But that’s still alright.

How I do not understand grief;

Nor anger

Or fear,

Or sadness through joy.

How I don’t understand

What I do understand

About not understanding

Since the world still revolves.

And I do not understand why I’m here.

All I know Is I have a goal;

And I don’t understand this fear,

But I know that God has a purpose.

And somehow

I’m no longer ‘fraid,

Or frustrated,

Not even pained.

For despite

That somehow I walk blindly;

I walk in fear

Of the Lord;

That He holds my hand

Ever so kindly

So I know that

I’m never alone.

(“Understand” written on Oct. 20, 2016)
Photo taken from SUNRISE WALLPAPERS on Google Play.

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Without Reason

WITHOUT REASON

(Dec. 01, 2014)

Photography taken from Deviant Art (by Art Blunders)

It came without a reason,

Without timing or season.

It came relentless

In such a passionate fashion.

 

As flowers bloom and later wither,

Seasons change and feelings dither:

I, but one, too cast asunder

Memories that hold mere zilch.

 

For I did cast away the moment

When I first beheld the feeling,

And I let it in completely

Like I’d later wake from dreaming.

 

For it came without reason,

As said I, no season!

And I beg to differ

What a blunder this miser.

 

Ah but one final settlement,

In this dire predicament:

I loved and lost and wandered off,

And never could turn back.

 

No matter how much I’ll try to reach

For the yesterday,

The dreams, feelings, and desire

Had all but fade away;

 

And I had said that day

When you finally whisked into

What I have ceased to do

Or have for you.

 

That moment—subtle, brief!

I regret my wary disbelief

That I didn’t care despite

That it should’ve struck through.

 

Resent, grief, agony—

The Lord must have saved me from me.

For if there is anything I do loathe

Is that I fell for you.

 

For without reason it came,

And without reason it went.

I regret the guilt I’m feeling—

How I want to set you free.

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Excerpt of Life: Public Service Smile

I woke up at around 5am today, a regular Wednesday. To many of you, this is the average week day wakeup time–to me, it’s absolutely 100% unexceptably late. But hey, I still made it out of the shower in under 15minutes so that’s a good thing.

I don’t normally blog about my life since it is, for you, neither interesting nor relevant, but for some petty unknown reason, before I left home, I resolved to write about this whole day — an average duty day of probably absolute boredome for you, my readers (in case you’re there and I’m not making things up).

Well, guess what? Acording to God’s plan, for some unknown reason, instinct had led me to believe that I will surely find something interesting to blog about. And I did.

Knowing that you don’t know me, I’d like to clarify. I’m Reese, and I’m an unemployed Batch 2013 Registered Nurse of the Philippines, currently volunteering at “Clinic ni Kuya,” a UNTV medical mission–the one based in Silang. Yes, every Wednesday, I’d travel about 1hour in the morning just to get there. And here I am, without my glasses (because I broke them yesterday, and don’t get me started on how much of my things I’ve broken this month), scouring about the world – I’m near-sighted a bit and have astigmatism, but I’m not legally blind – wandering into the streets and high ways, unknowing of my adventures and misadventures, believing only in the freakish sensation that I have to capture each moment of this absolutely mysterious day.

I’m going to be honest here and tell you I kind of slacked back after taking a bath, and left the house a little over 6am, which is not good because Vital Signs taking starts at 6:30 and I have 1 hour travel time at the very least. But what the heck.

I took a tricycle that had a man already sitting inside the cab. Didn’t think too much about it and took the seat behind the driver. We weren’t even halfway near the main road, Aguinaldo Hi-way, when the man went down and paid his fair. I happily transfered to the seat he left.

The tricycle driver was getting me a bit impatient,  always stopping at points waiting for people to pick up. No worries. I can’t blame him that I’m late. A bit later, he stopped to pick up a woman probably in her late 50s. She was carrying a lot of things with her. But as soon as she was comfy beside me on the seat, she looked back at me. I didn’t hesitate to give her a bright warm smile, not that I was thinking of it at that very moment. I think I’m just the type of person who likes to smile at people who look at me regardless what their facial expressions tell about what they think of me. Some people return this sort of weird expression and body language that translates almost exactly to “I don’t know you, stay far away from me as possible.” But for some reason, and not because she just doesn’t have a choice, she smiled back and all that tiredness from her lifting those heavy baggage seemed to fade away for a moment. I was kind of happy.

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Here is an almost-stolen shot of her less than 2 minute smile before she looked away. Okay, I’m not good with stolen shots… you’ll learn more about that later on, but I said to myself, “What the heck, I’ll just upload this picture for the sake of it.” Haha.

Getting a bus at the main road isn’t exactly difficultin the morning, but they’re very rare, it seems. And with my kind-of bad eye sight today, I couldn’t see from afar very well. Thank God the conductor saw me wave at the last minute and pulled over.

I went up the bus. It was hardly full. I picked the seat on the right next to the window in the back half where no one was sitting next to. I hardly felt the tap of an acquaintance, I call her Sis. Ana, who, by the way, was also on her way to the medical mission in Silang. And because I didn’t have my glasses, I definitely didn’t see her. She told me anyways when we got there. But it’s been a bus ride like no other.

At first I was gazing out the window at all the people, shouting a jolly Good Morning to everyone at every stop we made – kidding.. but I was seriously contemplating whetheror not to do so during the whole ride.

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I took this picture earlier and hardly noticed that the one on the front-most right seat was actually Sis Ana, I think. Because, later, I totally missed my stop. She later told me how surprised she was when I didn’t get off the bus. She said she thought I fell asleep. Awkward. My bad.

Don’t think I overslept my ride because I absolutely didn’t sleep, even during the half-hour traffic passed NCST where I texted another acquaintance, Joanna, who so happily relieved me of the pitting guilt embedding deep into my soul (okay, exaggerating) of being the only one late for duty, kind-of. She has an excuse, I don’t, though. Jo’s a teacher by profession, an English Professor. She’s really fun. That’s her below.

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I’m not going to go through the full detail about the whole vital signs and physician or patient assistance thing. Just that it’s as fulfilling as it’s always been. I may not have loved the nursing course the moment I entered college but I sure did develop a passion for it. I love the engagement, the chance to help other people, to not be idle and not know what to say or do all the time. I thank God for pushing me into this direction despite my original passion for teaching, public speaking and journalism. Not that I lost the passion for these things but that I think I didn’t make the wrong move either.

After all patients have been cared for and served, and the doctors have gone their separate ways, a few of us stayed behind at the clinic office, did a few wrap ups and decided to go for a “tusok-tusok” endeavor. Sorry if I made that sound like something big. We just headed for some “street food merienda time” although long-story-short, we ended up inside SM Dasmariñas. Pictures below.

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We were here to commemorate a career opportunity of our pharmacist colleague, Alynn.

To add, it was also the birth day of Sis. Riza.

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Honestly, it’s not everywhere I get to experience warmth and acceptance as I did with the CNK family. I just wanted to say this. Experiences and lessons I’ve had since had left an unfading smile in my heart.

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Dictates of Society: Your Most Undignified Life Choices

When I was a child, I also liked receiving & wearing nice things, expensive clothes, priceless jewelry, and most importantly, being able to brag about it.

When you grow up, you tend to make life choices that not only impact the lives of others but improve your own outlook in life–not choosing the expensive, not bragging about your latest waste of money.

One truly reaches the point of maturity only when he realizes which things matter most, and how to appreciate the things that matter. We’re not the only people in the world. We share it with others. And as much as I love to have things for myself, I try to not do things to distinct myself from the less fortunate, but rather, if I am not able to share what I have, I chose not to use money deliberately.

People may often see these mature actions not only in how one gives, but how one reserves for oneself, limits oneself, discipline oneself.

If people lived on the principle that life is not for show, then, we wouldn’t have glamorous fashion industries ceaselessly dictating for us the difference between the rich and the poor, nor conversations about how much one’s latest phone is worth compared to another’s. But there is no principle, there is only competition.

It seems but innate in man to compete, to win over and “one-up” another. But it’s not. So much so are we mesmerized by what society dictates as beauty vs. disgusting, and high-class, standard or cheap.iphone_sjobs

If you lived on the principle that life is not for show, and believed in your hearts that our stay here is temporary and nothing worldly matters in the so-called “afterlife,” then you wouldn’t care about the brand on your shoes or fur coats or watches. You would even feel for starving people in Africa in a more logical way by realizing the waste you’d spend on either a cigarette stick, a bottle of beer, or a million-dollar diamond-studded watch, because out there, some people cannot even afford that luxury.

And it’s not about the fact that they’re there and you’re here and there’s “nothing you can do about it.” It’s the fact that your reckless, and insulting the life these true brave ones live each passing day, not knowing whether they’ll be alive for days or at least even hours from this very moment.

You have the guts to call yourself classy, you think you have worth in the pinnacle of societal hierarchy, but you are worthless and undignified where it truly matters–having a name that will be remembered by countless idiots of the future non-progressive generations. And if it were to be, that we leave this world generations no better than our own, whose pride belong to hierarchical stature and egotism based on societal standards forever, I’d rather not be remembered than be labeled among that vast variety of stooges, calling themselves free but clearly being dictated by the honor-less standards of society.

chainedFor what is equality if this simple basic is not of value to any of you?–those who show compassion and care to make a name for themselves, but prejudice on the fashion and dominance of societal majority. I despise them.

I despise all those things. And I do not look up to people who think highly of themselves for practicing standards of societal hierarchy.

They powder themselves up on the outside. They make name and reputation towards the gullible simpletons of their society to look up to them. But deep down inside, they smell of fish and rotten eggs. They display affection and empathy to the extent of reputation alone.

Ponder about this. Ponder long and hard.

What you think you have done for society may only be of reputational gain.

The source of which is your insufferable desire to be better than others–dominance, but only in the eyes of the unsuspecting public.