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The Mis-Adventures 0f Chance

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In 2014, I was inspired to write a children’s book. In collaboration with a friend who is also a writer, we made a courageous venture; that is to try a new genre of writing. I have  been writing essays and published a book of poetry…but, children’s book? This is the first for me.

Anyhow, I took on the challenge, and muster a lot of courage, to give it a try. It was a great feeling of accomplishment when the first book “Special Delivery, Home At Last ” came out of the press in 2014. This was followed by the “Mis-Adventures Of Chance: Mommy’s Little Helper”. The  third book, “The Mis-Adventures Of  Chance: A Day At The Park” was finally out. One more book is in the making, the 4th and final book of the “Mis-Adventures” series.

I could not believe myself that I have gone this far; never have I imagined that I will become a children’s book author. It feels great!

-Lark-

6.21.2016

 

“It’s Not Fair!”

This was perhaps what my bag…Yes! You read it right…my bag, silently screamed.

For years, every single day, that I drive to work, my favorite bag that I bring to work finds its comfortable and rightful place – in the front passenger side of my car.

Yesterday, a friend rode with me, and I let her sit in the front passenger side of my car. Naturally, and without second thought, I tossed my bag in the backseat to give that space to my friend to sit. After dropping her off, I headed to my work. As soon as I parked, I instinctively reached for my bag beside me…it was not there! It took me a while to remember…I tossed it at the back seat of my car, earlier. You may laugh at me, but the first feeling that caught me was…I was being insensitive. Yes, you may think I’m nuts, but that’s exactly what I felt. I was not over-reacting.

While I was walking out of the parking lot towards my office building, I was still feeling bad. I thought to myself I need to apologize. Oh, boy! Apologize? To who? To a bag? But then, realization finally dawned on me…it was not just about the bag. It was more of how we treat everything, and how we empathize with everybody’s feeling for that matter.

I believe you and I will agree on one thing: Never, ever take things, and most especially…People, for granted.

-Lark-

9.19.2015

A Morning Hug, One Winter Day

While driving to work this morning, I glanced at my rear view mirror to check for cars behind me. The lady driver of the car following me was talking and gesturing with one hand while driving. I thought she was talking to herself, or singing, or maybe on the phone. But as I looked once more, I noticed a brown dog sitting on the passenger side. “She’s talking to a dog?” I got curious. This was an unusual scene to me and I could not help myself, but to constantly glance at my rear view mirror. The next time I was tempted to look, the dog was facing the lady driver, its mouth open and seemed to be moving. “Huh?” Was there a conversation going on between the two?” I smiled in amusement. I could not get my eyes off to what I was seeing, I wanted to see what’s next to happen between the two if them. And, there it was…the dog’s forelegs was resting on the lady driver’s shoulder as if hugging her, and both their heads glued close to each other. “Wow! Finally they seemed to settle whatever issue they were discussing!” I could not erase the smile on my face all throughout my drive to work.

It’s a good thing I was passing through the side streets, not on the freeway, that I had the luxury of watching what was behind me, and still mindful as to where I was going. If I almost miss my exit, it didn’t matter at all…I saw a simple display of raw emotion. I was a witness to a bond; yet another proof of an unconditional love that existed between a canine: man’s best friend, and a human being.

-Lark-
1.6.2014

Together As One-

As I see the massive, unimaginable, heart-wrenching devastation left by super typhoon Yolanda in central Philippines, the first words that flew out of my mouth were “Lord Have Mercy”. In the succeeding days that followed, reports via television and social networks escalated, different opinions (mostly negative) overflowed, which made everything hard to bear. Most of the time, I no longer want to know the updates…

As in every catastrophic incident that happens all over the world, humanitarian ripple effect has again been tested and proven. Countries were sending aid in every which way possible. Donations kept pouring in, volunteers came to help heal and treat the sick, soldiers helped maintain peace and order. The gestures were over-whelming!

As the lyrics of the song “we are all a part of God’s great big family”, the whole world came together as one to lend a helping hand, to help this small nation recover and rebuild. The Filipino people will be forever grateful…

-Lark-
11.14.13

Chance

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Chance, by definition means “a possibility of something happening”. But I am not writing this, to give you a vocabulary lesson. I’m writing this to tell you a story, how Chance touched our lives. It was kind of a serendipitous way how and when he came into my life, in the lives of some people who happened to know about him, and in the lives of the residents in a skilled nursing facility where I work.

So…, who is Chance, and what is so special about him? Before I go on, let me be clear: Chance is a doll. Yes, a boy-doll?
And this is his story…

When I first saw his picture in one of the magazines, I instantly fell in love with him, that prompted me to search for him on-line. You may call it an obsession, but at that time, I could not get my mind off his beautiful, adorable, and angelic smile, and I knew in my heart, I have to have him, and he will be called Chance…period!

The day after he came (delivered via FedEx), and I showed him around the facility, he readily captured the hearts of our residents. Some cuddled him, some even talked to him as if he is a real baby. From then on, Chance had been a part of the daily activities in the facility. He goes around with the Activity staff to make room visits to those residents who stay in bed. He also participates in their “reminiscing’ session. Observing the response of the residents, I came to realize that despite of their loss of short term memory, they still retained that “parenting instinct”.

One female resident who is at risk for falls due to inability to retain safety instructions, stayed in her wheelchair while cuddling Chance. Another Cantonese speaking resident, who was holding Chance while waiting for her dinner in the dining room told (in her dialect) a Certified Nurses Aid to feed Chance, as he might be hungry too, then change his diaper as he might be wet already. Yet another French elderly resident sang him a French song while bouncing him on her knees. Oh, and would you believe that one resident chose not to have her scheduled manicure because she’s “holding the baby”? These and many more situations happening everyday, are simply heart-warming! I had been tempted and how I wished that I could capture these memorable moments with my camera and share them with you…but because of “privacy protocol”, unfortunately, I just can’t. My friend, a poet and a writer, who knew about Chance and have seen his pictures on-line said: He looks so real, and if I’m not careful, I’ll start believing that he is indeed real. It’s easy to get carried away!

Chance…
He will continue to put a smile on the faces of those who know him. He will continue to remind and bring back at least some fragments of our residents past life as a person, as a mother or a father, or as a grandparent; when in the most part, their memory have been blurred and overshadowed by the inevitable aging process, and by Alzheimer’s disease or Dementia.

If he can make a difference in the lives of people, if he can put a smile on their faces and make someone happy, then by all means…I will continue to look forward for a possibility of something positive happening, and take taht chance, with Chance.

-Lark-
11.04.13

 

Tea For Two

Ebtisam (not her real name) came from the middle eastern part of the globe. Some 45 years ago, her family: husband, wife, and three children, with ages 3-9 years old, broke roots from a place she termed as “stagnant” and replanted themselves in what she called the “land of the free and the home of infinite possibilities and opportunities”. To start a life in a country so distinctly different from where they came from, was a challenge. They had to learn how to speak and understand the language; they had to blend in and adapt to change…they had to survive in an entirely different environment. Needless to say, as years passed by, their family was able to adapt, coped, and aimed to for the so-called “American Dream”, just like the many hopeful and determined immigrants who came to America with a vision to find, and strive for a better future.

That was then… Now, all her children are grown-up, successful in their chosen career, and have a busy family life and a home of their own. She and her husband are nearing their twilight years. Both of them are retired and receiving Social Security checks. Her husband, although still able to walk with the aid of a cane and do some household chores, is no longer capable of providing personal care to her, let alone carry or assist her in transfers. She is wheelchair-bound. Her husband and children made the hardest and heart-wrenching decision to have her be admitted to live in a skilled nursing facility, where her needs can be catered 24-7. She hesitantly agreed, as at this point in time, it would be the best option.

One item that she could not part with and brought with her when she transferred to the nursing home, was a pair of Royal Albert teacup and saucer set. This piece of china ware was the very first precious possession that she purchased as soon as she was able to save enough money. She said that she bought it from a second-hand store near the place where they lived in San Francisco. It was still in good condition, almost new. For so many decades, she and her husband uses it every day to drink their morning tea. Even with meager means, they make it a point to have tea as part of their morning after meal drink, and using such a beautiful tea set makes her day worthwhile. To her, this tea set serves as a common and strong bond between her and her husband.

Even when she is already living in a skilled nursing facility, they still continue their morning tea rendezvous. Four times a week, her husband never fails to visit her, arriving at round nine in the morning, bringing a freshly brewed tea in a thermos jug. From her room, he will wheel her in a corner table in the facility’s dining area. He will take out their special cup and saucer set, each piece delicately wrapped with a soft cloth, in a wooden box. She then carefully sets the pair on the table, pours tea, and facing each other, starts to savor the liquid; happiness and contentment can be seen in their faces while they talk and drink their morning tea… just the two of them, just like the old times.

-Lark-
2.8.13

Ordinary Miracle

You never know the time and place when or where your help will be needed, and a simple act of kindness makes a big difference in somebody’s day…or life.

It was a beautiful mid-summer day. The soft and gentle blowing of the breeze may neutralize the rising temperature to a certain degree, but the weather was warm and the sun was shining without traces of clouds. My car was parked in an open parking lot in one of the wholesale store and pharmacy. I went there to pick up my prescription medicine. When I finally got out of the store, I noticed a van parked right beside my car. Its side door was open and as I approached, I could hear a fussy cry of an infant and a woman, who I presumed to be the mother, appeared desperate to pacify the baby. There were two other small children inside. The woman was holding a formula bottle, but the baby still continued to cry. I was prompted to walk near the van and asked if everything was ok. The woman said that the family was on their way for a long drive to Southern California, and they just passed by the store to pick up some food and drinks for the trip. They were about to leave the store, but the engine won’t start. Apparently, the battery died down because the headlight was accidentally left turned on. For how long? They have no idea. The woman said her husband went out to buy a jumper cable to jump start the car. I could feel that the inside of the car was so warm, as they could not turn the air conditioner on. I hurriedly went back to my car and turned it on, so as the AC, then asked that the baby be transferred to my car while waiting for her husband. It could be that the heat inside their van was the reason why the little one was uncomfortable and so fussy. I saw a smile of relief and gratitude on the woman’s face.

It was an almost fifteen minutes wait until the husband came back. The baby was already dozing off. I offered to use my car to jump start their van’s engine. Finally, the engine sprung back to life. Frustration faded, gratitude emotionally expressed, as the family went back to their van to start the six hour long journey. I bade them goodbye as I eased my way out of the parking lot.

Five words…”Thank you. God Bless You.” Words profoundly spoken coming from the heart. It was more than enough to substantiate a fact that each and every one of us can make a difference in the lives of people whom we touch. We just don’t stumble on anybody or anything. It was put there for a reason beyond our human mind can understand.

An hour ago, I went inside the store to just ran an errand, and when I left, a miracle…ordinary miracle happened.

-Lark-
3.28.13

I Just Write: A True Confession

I am not a poet or somebody of that sort…not even close. I wish I am. I JUST WRITE!
When I was invited to join an on-line Poetry Group, I got excited because as what the creator/main administrator said (and I quote) “this is where they can share their beautiful piece of poetry in any particular form or genre, written in great beauty, emotional sincerity, and profound insight on life.”
Wow! I said to myself, this is a site that I am free to share the articles that I wrote over the years, that has been archived in my old, crinkled, and pathetic-looking red book.

I’m a spontaneous writer. My inspiration comes from what I see or hear, from a word or phrase in a book that I read, or from a song that I listen to; practically from anything that catches my eyes, mind and imagination. I was not schooled nor have attended any seminars or workshops. I just write what I feel and feel what I write.

In my professional career as a nurse, I am bound to follow regulations and policies, to the letter, in black and white. There is no room for complaining because that’s how it is. But don’t get me wrong…I love being a nurse, and I can’t think of another profession that I can do at my best.

I find solace in writing poetry or essays. It keeps me away from this structured and regimented situation, because when I write, I don’t give a damn(pardon my French) whether I follow the rules (i don’t even have the slightest clue what the rules are) of poetry writing, or not. Again, I just write! And dang! It feels good! It feels good to express in words what I feel. Having that feeling of freeing myself, and drowning myself with words that is downloaded in my brain like it is connected to a wifi or a 4G network…it’s so amazing, I could taste it in my mouth.

-Lark-
3.10.13

Love Conquers All

A cliche…an overused phrase, but I’m going to use it anyway.
I am quite ambivalent, debating whether I will write this article or not, as I know it will create contrasting reactions or opinions, some may raise their eyebrows, others may frown. However, the basic reason that prompted me to write this, is to paint a picture to share, of what I personally saw and observed, not to mention the information that i got first hand during my conversation with one of the persons involved. Please don’t jump into conclusions or be judgmental until you have read this article into its entirety.

Over 40 years…that’s the length of time that this male couple had been together (there…I spilled out the beans). If my math is correct, they’ve been together since the 1970’s. If my memory serves me right, during those times, this type of relationship was a highly controversial and sensitive issue; frowned by, rebuffed by society. For sure this couple weathered through life’s up’s and down’s, and faced the challenge on how to “fit in”. Against all odds, here they are, after more than 40 years, still holding on together, flame of love still burning.

Eight months ago, one of the partner was diagnosed with inoperable cancer. Despite of the not so promising feedback and various negative medical opinions that they sought, they went ahead to try palliative treatments, all to no avail. He now lives at home and is being taken cared of by his partner; together they live and battle for the inevitable, taking life one day at a time.

I could see the tears welling down his cheeks, I could feel the emotion bottled inside his chest, ready to explode like a shaken champagne, as we talked in their dining room table, while his dying partner is hanging on for dear life in their bedroom.
“Not many are lucky to find their soulmate. I am. I did not will nor expect this to happen…it just did. I have never been so happy and fulfilled in my life, all these years. We have a wonderful life together. He had given me so much, more than i could ask for. And if I am to choose to live my life again, I will never change any part of it. I love him so much, it hurts to see him like this…suffering. Part of me wants to let go of him to end his pain, his misery, but I’m not ready…not yet. I don’t want to close my eyes to sleep, afraid that when I wake up, he has left me without saying goodbye. Call me selfish, but I could not imagine life without him.”

Wow! My jaw just dropped, while I listened to him. His words were so honestly spoken from the heart. As a hospice nurse, I pride myself to be always ready to deal with emotions. Not this time. All I could do was look at him; I could not even find the right words to say. Here I am, face to face with someone who did not even have second thoughts of baring his feelings about one special man, the love of his life, his one true love.
Indeed, love conquers all…
If this is not Love, unconditional Love, then what is?

-Lark-
Mon Feb 18, 2013

Tea For Two

Ebtisam(not her real name) came from the middle eastern part of the globe. Some 45 years ago, her family: husband, wife, and three children, with ages ranging from 3-9 years old, broke roots from a place she termed as “stagnant”, and replanted themselves in what she called the “land of the free and the home of infinite possibilities and opportunities.” To start a life in a country so distinctly different from where they came from, was a challenge. They had to learn how to speak and understand the language; they had to blend in and adapt to change…they had to survive in an entirely different environment. Needless to say, as years passed by, their family was able to adapt, cope, and aimed for the so-called “American Dream”, just like the many hopeful and determined immigrants who came to America with a vision to find, and strive for a better future.

That was then…Now, all her children are grown-up, successful in their chosen career, and have a busy family life and a home of their own. She and her husband are nearing their twilight years. Both of them are retired and receiving monthly Social Security checks. Her husband, although still able to walk with the aid of a cane and do some household chores, is no longer capable of providing personal care to her, let alone carry or assist her in transfers. She is wheelchair-bound. Her husband and children made the hardest and heart-wrenching decision to have her be admitted to live in a skilled nursing facility, where her needs can be catered 24-7. She hesitantly agreed, as at this point in time, it would be the best option.

One item that she could not part with and brought with her when she transferred to the nursing home, was a pair of Royal Albert teacup and saucer set. This piece of china ware was the very first precious possession that she purchased as soon as was able to save enough money. She said that she bought it from a second-hand store near the place where they lived in San Francisco. It was still in good condition, almost new. For so many decades, she and her husband uses it every day to drink their morning tea. Even with meager means, they make it a point to have tea as part of their morning after meal drink, and using such a beautiful tea set makes her every day worthwhile. To her, this tea set serves as a common and strong bond between her and her husband.

Even when she is already living in a skilled nursing facility, they still continue their morning tea rendezvous. Four times a week, her husband never fails to visit her, arriving at around nine on the morning, bringing a freshly brewed tea in a thermos jug. From her room, he will wheel her in a corner table in the facility’s dining area. He will take out their special cup and saucer tea set, each piece delicately wrapped with a soft cloth, in a wooden box. She then carefully sets the pair on the table, pours tea, and facing each other, starts to savor the liquid; happiness and contentment can be seen in their faces while they talk and drink their morning tea…just the two of them, just like the old times.

-Lark-

2.8.2013

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