When the Son of Man comes in his glory, and all the angels with him, he will sit upon his glorious throne, and all the nations will be assembled before him. And he will separate them one from another, as a shepherd separates the sheep from the goats. He will place the sheep on his right and the goats on his left.Then the king will say to those on his right, "Come, you who are blessed by my Father. Inherit the kingdom prepared for you from the foundation of the world.I was thirsty and you gave me drink,naked and you clothed me,ill and you cared for me, in prison and you visited me.Then the righteous will answer him and say, "Lord, when did we see you hungry and feed you, or thirsty and give you drink? When did we see you a stranger and welcome you, or naked and clothe you? When did we see you ill or in prison, and visit you?"And the king will say to them in reply, "Amen, I say to you, whatever you did for one of these least brothers of mine, you did for me."Then he will say to those on his left, "Depart from me, you accursed, into the eternal fire prepared for the devil and his angels.For I was hungry and you gave me no food,I was thirsty and you gave me no drink,Then they will answer and say, "Lord, when did we see you hungry or thirsty or a stranger or naked or ill or in prison, and not minister to your needs?"He will answer them, "Amen, I say to you, what you did not do for one of these least ones, you did not do for me."-Matthew 25: 31-45
Saturday, August 29, 2009
Thursday, August 27, 2009
My children's birthdays are occasions of profound happiness for me. Today my son turns nine - his last year in the single digits.
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Those of us who loved him and who take him to his rest today, pray that what he was to us and what he wished for others will some day come to pass for all the world."
-- Ted Kennedy's eulogy for Robert F. Kennedy, June 1968.
Monday, August 24, 2009
I've been thinking a lot lately about the what stresses me out most in life. It's not the tough clinical scenarios, busy days, practical aspects of maintaining a household, or parenting responsibilities that get to me, I find. It's the toxic nature of certain people.
Friday, August 21, 2009
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Saturday, August 15, 2009
"Anesthesia, STAT to Unit Five. Anesthesia to Unit Five, STAT."
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Adobong Manok at Baboy Sa GataMarinate 2 lbs cubed meat (chicken or pork or both) in the following for about 30 minutes:
- 1/2 c white vinegar
- 8 crushed garlic cloves (or more - use the whole head if you want)
- 1/2 tsp salt
- 1/4 tsp white pepper
- 2 bay leaves
- optional: 1-2 Tb soy sauce (I didn't use this)Remove meat from marinade and brown on all sides in a small amount of hot oil (1 Tb or less).Add marinade (minus the bay leaves) plus contents of one 13.5-oz can of coconut milk (the Thai kind is best).Bring to a boil, then simmer 20 minutes.If sauce is too tart, can cut it with 1 tsp sugar.Serve over rice. [My favorite way to make rice: In a large pot, mix two cups of rice (Nishiki or Kokuho Rose brand) with 3/4 tsp salt and enough olive oil to coat (about two "glugs" from the bottle); pour in four cups of water and stir; bring to a boil, then cover and simmer on very low heat till all water is absorbed.]
Friday, August 7, 2009
Flor spotted her mother from the ferry, high above the pier. Almost everyone had black hair, brown skin. A few men in the crowd had colorful bandanas over their mouths and noses to guard against dust and smog. Her mother’s hair was the color of storm clouds.
The crowd seemed restless. People were milling around, calling to loved ones on the gangplank, texting; but her mother, she noticed, stood perfectly still.
On the ride to the waterfront she had been silent, too. What could she say? She had already asked Flor not to go. She had expressed her dread in countless what-ifs. What if you get lost. What if someone steals your money. What if he’s cruel to you. What if you don’t come back. A lifetime of worry packed into weeks of what-ifs. All that was left now was this panicked silence.
The ferry was colossal beside them as Flor embraced her mother on the pier.
“Be careful,” her mother said.
She boarded the ferry and found a place at the railing. She could see the road they had taken, with green fields on both sides, and in the distance, some palm trees and mountains. There was rain over there, she could tell - a grey curtain of it between the sky and the mountainside, drifting toward the mango orchards.
The waterfront vendors had long poles fitted with little baskets so they could reach passengers on the upper decks. There was an honor system: pesos in the basket in exchange for peanuts, cigarettes, or whatever else they were selling that day.
Flor rummaged through her bag. Cell phone. Make-up. Wallet. Snacks. Umbrella. Some e-mails. A magazine. Her copy of the photo and profile information she had sent. His picture.
He had light brown hair under his baseball cap. He looked like a baseball player, actually – or at least, what Flor imagined a baseball player might look like. He was smiling. He wasn’t handsome like a movie star, but he looked nice enough. His skin was very white.
She had heard bad stories, of course. Everyone had. But she also knew of people who had found new lives with decent men. She had to hope that this one was as nice as his e-mails.
There was a small commotion on the pier. Someone was calling one of the vendors, putting something in his basket, pointing up toward the ferry. Flor looked down and saw her mother gesticulating.
“Over there,” her mother was saying. Flor could read her lips. Her mother held her folded hands to her mouth in anticipation as the vendor reached up toward Flor with his pole. Flor reached into the basket expecting yet more food, or a holy medal – St. Christopher, maybe, or her mother’s favorite, St. Jude.
Her fingertips brushed against soft, tiny things, cool and tremulous. A garland of small, white flowers, so fragrant that nearby passengers had to turn and look.
She wanted to wave one more time, but she couldn’t find her mother in the crowd. The ferry blew its horn and pulled away from the pier. Flor searched through the blur of dark heads. They were getting smaller, less distinct. She thought she saw her for a moment: a tiny cloud on the edge of a black sea – but she couldn’t be sure.
She leaned on the railing and put her chin in her hand. The scent of white flowers broke over her in waves. The garland dropped noiselessly into the water as she watched the people on the shore disappear.
Thursday, August 6, 2009
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
We spent another day at Cory's wake. She was transferred from LaSalle Greenhills, where she was for two days, to Manila Cathedral. You should have seen the thousands of people who lined the streets all the way from her through EDSA and Makati, to Roxas Blvd and Intramuros. They were wearing yellow shirts, waving yellow flags, carrying yellow balloons, and some holding up huge banners saying, "Maraming Salamat President Cory"* and "Mahal ka namin Cory!"** and "Hindi ka nagiisa, Tita Cory!" The people's spontaneous outpouring of love for Cory gave us goose bumps and was very moving.The coffin was borne in an open truck and draped with the Philippine flag. The open truck was festooned with yellow flowers and ribbons. There were so many people in the streets that it took the cortege five hours to reach the cathedral from La Salle.At the cathedral grounds, long lines of people waited to get in to have a glimpse and a chance to say their last goodbye to Cory. I went with C. and B., and this time I took L. too. She had been dying for a chance to pay her respects but was discouraged by the long lines of people standing out and waiting under the bright sun or heavy rains. With us she was able to get in through the entrance reserved for family....We stayed for the 8 p.m. mass celebrated by the cardinal, three bishops, and about fifty priests. By the time we got out it was almost 10 p.m. We have one more day today of the wake and 8 p.m. Mass, then tomorrow is the funeral. She will be buried in Manila Memorial beside Ninoy...We don't know how long it will take for the funeral cortege which we will be following to get to Manila Memorial. If the crowds along the way are anything like today it may take us all day. The whole thing is reminiscent of Ninoy's funeral.Kris came on T.V. and gave a detailed description of her mother's last days. She said before she died Cory was looking upwards with a smile and expressed that she saw Ninoy holding his hand out to her. They urged her to take his hand and go with him.
Monday, August 3, 2009
[Photo by Brian Stansberry.]
Saturday, August 1, 2009
I was between cases on what would be a long night on call when I got the news about Cory's death.
Anything I could possibly write in tribute to her would be inadequate to express my love and admiration for this extraordinary woman. I cannot think of anyone more courageous or more heroic.
Please click here to read a little more about her and here to see the first few minutes of the United States Congress's welcome of her back in 1986.
A commentator can be heard saying of the applause, "This is much more than the usual reaction a leader would get coming into the Chamber...That is a real show of emotion that you can see out there, and that's coming across the board, Democrats and Republicans, liberals and conservatives. You can almost feel it."
Thank you, Tita Cory, for restoring democracy to our country, for being an advocate for peace and nonviolence, and for being an extraordinary role model for both women and men.
Prayer by Corazon Aquino
Almight God, most merciful Father
You alone know the time
You alone know the hour
You alone know the moment
When I shall breathe my last.
So, remind me each day,
most loving Father
To be the best that I can be.
To be humble, to be kind,
To be patient, to be true.
To embrace what is good,
To reject what is evil,
To adore only You.
When the final moment does come
Let not my loved ones grieve for long.
Let them comfort each other
And let them know
How much happiness
They brought to my life.
Let them pray for me,
As I will continue to pray for them,
Hoping that they will always pray
for each other.
Let them know that they made possible
Whatever good I offered to our world.
And let them realize that our separation
Is just for a short while
As we prepare for our reunion in eternity.
Our Father in heaven,
You alone are my hope.
You alone are my salvation.
Thank you for your unconditional love.
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