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In His Lowest, He Dreams



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I wrote a story of an orphan I interviewed over the phone which was published in our website in Operation Blessing Philippines. The published story was shortened and the title was changed to 'At His Lowest, He Dreams'

The editor and I both want the longer version and the original title (though the only word changed in the title was the first word). But we needed to abide by the story guidelines specifically on the maximum characters we only need to publish. I am posting here the original draft (honestly) to not 'waste' some of the (for me) necessary details that makes the story more appealing and because I am especially fond of this child (and I know God too). Read to know why.

In His Lowest, He Dreams

Source: www.obphil.com
We are privileged to dream. No boundaries are set on the hopes we should reach for. However, we often let our environment dictate what we should dream of, until we are left merely daydreaming.

The challenge for children today is dreaming without limits and being able to achieve their goals eventually. In the case of John Dave Galangue, 14, the latter’s the one he needs to brave – and he is doing this alone. John Dave faces each day with hope that when he grows up, he’ll either be a seaman or a computer engineer.

“Kung may mag-aalok lang po sa’kin magtrabaho para lang makapag-aral, kahit ano po’ng trabaho tatanggapin ko (If ever someone would offer me work in exchange for the chance to study, I’ll accept whatever that work is),” said John Dave, showing that his desire to finish his studies is genuine. His struggle at the lowest point of his life did not discourage him, but rather drives him to persevere all the more.

He lives with his 19-year-old cousin, Ramban Malisi, who’s also an orphan. Ramban’s father left them for a new family when his mother became addicted to illegal drugs. He earns money by selling fish but cannot support John Dave through it. “Bawat isa po kasi sa amin kailangan maghanap [ng pera] (Each of us needs to find money),” said John Dave, in sympathy for his cousin.

Source: www.obphil.com
He tries to act as both a mother and a father to himself while striving to fulfill his role as a child. John Dave’s parents got separated. His mother left them, and he can no longer remember what she looks like. And in 2014, John Dave’s father died in a motorcycle accident. This forced him to be dependent on his grandmother and auntie when his oldest brother also had to leave to the city to find a living at 19. However, when both got sick, John Dave had no choice but to live on his own.   

John Dave and Ramban fit themselves in a small room with no ventilation in one of the bunkhouses the government built for the family-survivors of Typhoon Yolanda (Haiyan) in Brgy. Bangon, Basey, Western Samar. Education is free in the country, but sustaining it demands a lot, especially for a boy like John Dave. “Grade nine na po dapat ako pero ngayon grade six pa lang. Isa o dalawang beses sa isang linggo lang po kasi ako nakakapasok sa school (I’m in grade six but I should be in grade nine by now. I am only able to go to school once or twice a week, that’s why),” John Dave disclosed.

Source: www.obphil.com
When not in school, he drives a pedicab (cycle rickshaw), cleans the bunkhouses and draws water for other residents in order to earn. What John Dave earns only allows him to buy one meal a day; the other necessities, he can’t afford. “Meron lang po akong bag at papel ‘pag pumapasok. ‘Pag dating po sa classroom, nanghihiram na lang po ako ng ballpen sa classmates ko (I only bring a bag and paper to school. When I get to the classroom, I just borrow a pen from my classmates),” John Dave explains.

Source: www.obphil.com
John Dave and Ramban are among the residents who fetch water from the well Operation Blessing Philippines (OB) drilled in Brgy. Bangon after Yolanda’s devastation. John Dave explains that they don’t like the water from the bunkhouse because it tastes like chlorine.

OB wants to give him more than the water he needs daily. Help us in alleviating John Dave’s hardship everyday, which may worsen if it remains unaided. “Kaya ko po ‘yung pang-araw-araw kong ginagawa. Ang pinakamahirap lang po talaga ‘yung wala kang pamilya na pwede kang pag-aralin (I can endure what I am doing every day. The hardest part, though, is when you don’t have a family who can send you to school),” John Dave said.

Join us in reaching John Dave and a thousand more children to prevent their hopes from fading. Each day, we don’t know how many dreams are dying. John Dave is among those who kept dreaming even in their lowest points. Help him and more today and let us see successful children in the future! Visit http://obphil.com/home, or call us at 477 7802 to 06 to find out how. 

White’s Darkness



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Fate brought me to the world of happiness. I am used to the usual scenario. Will open my eyes in the morning knowing how the day would end. Put on the shield of smile, glow, and enthusiasm. I am the usual clown. But just like the typical jester, it’s easy to recognize my loneliness. Yet the clown hates pity from others -- he hates people to see darkness behind his white make-up.

As much as I would like to explain why it took me a while to post another write-up, I can’t because what happened was really overwhelming. But at the end it’s a victory. Something remains from those unexpected circumstance; it pierced deep into my heart and remained unresolved. The feeling of loneliness. WHY DO I NEED TO DO ALL OF THESE ALONE?

You read it right. I am feeling exactly like that. I know it’s hard to imagine for those who know me personally. For those who know me like the clown smiling from ear to ear, extremely laughing to the top of my voice, and giving pieces of advice like I experienced perfectness in my life. But clowns are ordinary people -- though often smile, they sometimes frown; though laughs are loud, they keep quiet; and though seem living perfectly, they too need to be in darkness to share light to others.

I don’t like this feeling. It seems like betraying God. It feels not trusting Him. But Lord, would you like me to experience this to realize how blessed I am? Please help me understand more. Give me answers. Speak to me. Sharpen my ears.

I feel blessed and think I’ve done great for the past 21 years. It feels like I’ve done plenty of things already. However, I see few results and I feel tired. Why do this at this age? Until when will I push myself? Why me?

Starting to question all these to God, I want to cry. I want to hurt myself. BUT NO, I NEED TO BRING THE CLOWN IN ME BACK AGAIN.

Why become the eldest among the siblings? I never questioned God why He gave me my family. On the contrary, I thank Him for giving me the most understanding mother, the most resourceful father, and the sweetest siblings. But I asked Him why I need to be the eldest among the sibs. My parents did their best to let me finish my studies. And now I am taking almost all the responsibility in the house since they did not finish their studies and don’t have jobs now. I know it’s not my duty to support them but I can’t do anything. The least I can do is to pray that God would bless them with great opportunity to have a successful business.

Then I realized why God made me the eldest. I want to make myself believe and put in mind that God has a purpose. May be I haven’t pushed myself harder when I am not the eldest. Or dreamed of my dreams when I am the second or the third among us.

And God’s greatest reason I know is that He wants me to start the Christian generation in the family. And it’s really a pleasure to be given that kind of purpose. I thank God for entrusting me that kind of task. I will do my best to be the most deserving person for this rare job. I’ll let you see again, Lord, the first thing you saw in me when you decided to make me the eldest of my parents’ kids.

Why give me the passion for social development? By education, I am a journalist. There’s no money with that industry. The competition is high and you need to prove that you are a gem on the clutter to earn money (not even MORE money). But as a journalism graduate, I can always choose to work for the top companies and get assigned in communications or marketing. Yet here I am, working with a non-government organization for marginalized children.

The evil simultaneously throwing stones of frustration to you, you’ll think why you are in this industry. I look back to my college days. Before graduation, I decided to enter social development and help others while helping myself. I was a sponsored child for almost 13 years and I want to give back.

When I started to ask God why He put me on social development, He wanted me to go back to my childhood to find the answer. In my childhood I actually started to dream this dream. Then I realized, what if my sponsors before also experienced the same as I am experiencing now. They had given the same purpose as I have. And what if they ended up quitting (just like what I was thinking)? May be because of that dead dream another dream was not achieved. May be because of that coward heart one child was not saved. May be when they did not become who they were I am not who I am. Perhaps I am living in irony, but isn’t that more fulfilling when you turn around irony and make it a success?

And now, why me? Instead of answering this, I want to thank God for choosing me. I want to give my trust back to my Savior. You crafted me this, I am glad to be this. You know everything. I AM SORRY.

It’s not fate, it’s God. He gently crafted my white glowing face; my shining innocent eyes; my cute round nose; and my big red lips to be me. My purpose is to juggle things around and to bring joy. I was born to succeed in the most fulfilling way. THANK YOU, LORD.
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