CORE VALUES WE NEED TO DEVELOP IN THE PHILIPPINES
Hi friends!
I recently received an article in my email from my cousin and thought it is worth sharing. In the end I have also put my conclusions, so read it.
Why Is The Philippines Poor?
Dear Friends,
Here is a good article sent by Dr. Arsenio Martin of Fort Arthur , Texas …
Enjoy reading..
THE DIFFERENCE
The difference between the poor countries and the rich ones is not the age of
the country. This can be shown by countries like India & Egypt , that are more than 2000 years old, but are poor. On the other hand, Canada , Australia & New Zealand , that 150 years ago were inexpressive, today are developed
countries, and are rich.
The difference between poor & rich countries does not reside in the
available natural resources. Japan has a
limited territory, 80% mountainous, inadequate for agriculture & cattle
raising, but it is the secondworld economy. The country is like animmense floating factory,
importing raw materials from the whole world and exporting manufactured
products.
Another example is Switzerland, which does not plant cocoa but has the best chocolate in the
world. In its little territory they raise animals and plant the soilduring 4 months per year. Not
enough, they produce dairy products of the best quality! It is a small country
that transmits an image of security, order & labor, which made it the
world’s strongest, safest place.
Executives from rich countries who communicate with their counterparts in poor
countries show that there is no significant intellectual difference. Race or skin color are also not important: immigrants labeled lazy in their
countries of origin are the productive power in rich European countries.
What is the difference then? The difference is the attitude of the people,
framed along the years by the education & the culture & flawed
tradition.
On analyzing the behavior of the people in rich & developed countries, we
find that the great majority follow the following principles in their lives:
1. Ethics, as a basic principle.
2. Integrity.
3. Responsibility.
4. Respect to the laws & rules.
5. Respect to the rights of other citizens.
6. Work loving.
7. Strive for savings & investment.
8. Will of super action.
9. Punctuality.
10. and of course…Discipline
In poor countries, only a minority follow these basic principles in their daily
life.
The Philippines is not poor because we lack
natural resources or because nature was cruel to us. In fact, we are supposedly
rich in natural resources.
We are poor because we lack the correct attitude. We lack the will to comply
with and teach these functional principles of rich & developed societies.
If you do not forward this message nothing will happen toyou. Your pet will not die, you
will not be fired, you will not have badluck for seven years, and also, you will not get sick or go
hungry.
But those may happen because of your lack of discipline &laziness
,
your love for intrigue and politics, yourindifference to saving for the future, your stubborn attitude.
If you love your country, let this message circulate sothat many Filipinos could reflect
about this, & CHANGE, ACT!
CONCLUSION:
Just remember these three core values I have learned:
1. Passionate Spirituality (Holiness, Prayer, and Fasting)
2. Submission to Authority
3. Commitment to Time
With these primary core values developed in our lives through Jesus Christ we can be sure that Philippines will soar high with abundance from God. It happened to Bogota, Colombia, it can happen here as well.
Cheers!
Go Make Disciples (Government of 12)!
“A multiplication of Spirit empowered leaders serving as agent of change in thier communities and into the nations of the world”. (Buhangin Community Church)
Womb to Tomb
Life is a matter of fulfillment…
Life is a matter of fulfillment of one
It was just an ordinary lazy summer afternoon of mid-May and as usual I was looking forward for my afternoon nap. Lying in the bed I reminisced about school when I remembered the words of my clinical instructor who accompanied me during my first duty days as intern student nurse. Maam Guanzon as what we call her, once said that being a nurse is special and wonderful because of all jobs in the world nurses have the privilege to experience almost every phase of human life; that nurses are there from the time of birth in the delivery room to the last breath of a dying person in the ICU (Intensive Care Unit). She taught her students which includes me that nurses are there to provide holistic care, prolong life and maintain the dignity of the client even in the face of death. As far as I can remember her very words, she quoted “kaya nga ang mga nurses may kasabihan, tayo ay nandyan - from womb to tomb” (That’s why nurses have this saying, we are always there, from womb to tomb). As for me those words dug deep into my being and slapped me into reality for at last I began to understand the real essence of Nursing. A thought echoed in my mind saying, “Nursing is a privilege, not a mere passport to US or other countries”. I then began to dream that someday I would be able to fulfill her words.
Going back last October of 2003 from the start of my first duty as a student nurse in San Pedro Hospital, my hands were sweating and heart pounding. Pushing through the emergency entrance door; it was almost 6:30 in the morning. Climbing several flights of stairs to fourth floor; walking past numbered doors; then I stopped. Suddenly, I found myself standing in front of a Nurse Station with staffs preparing for the morning’s endorsement. At least I was not alone in this rather amusing experience for I am with my fellow student nurses and our dear Clinical Instructor. At first I had some difficulty adjusting to the work; maybe because that was my first time but somehow with my friends’ support and a guiding C.I., I was able to made it on the first day. The second day was moving for I was assigned to the cancer room with four beds. Reverse isolation was implemented. A sorrowful bliss enveloped me to see children as young as 10 months old suffering leukemia and so I did my best to take care of them — it was the least that I could do. I really wish that I could do more to help them and hoped that I could be a real “angel”, the one with wings and a halo on top of my head, comforting the patients in the sick room. Finally, third day came and we had our morning’s endorsement when room 425 was assigned to me. Inside the room was a dying man 68 years of age and suffering from liver cirrhosis. I’m a new intern and really don’t know what to do in such critical situations, my knowledge and skills were still limited. At 8:30 in the morning the doctor pronounced my client dead and I was ordered to take care of him. I can’t believe it in my ears as I heard the order - I will be the first student nurse in my batch to have my client dead! As I was preparing myself to perform post-mortem care, I uttered a prayer in front of my client’s body to release my tension and then started on my work. My hands were cold, knees trembling and mixed emotions were felt. I told myself that this is the real thing, not a mere return demonstration on a dummy so I must do all my best to maintain the person’s dignity. Thanks to my C.I. who was with me all the time, I was able to finish the job. I really felt sorry for my client and to his family crying at his side. It made me think that death can also happen to me knowing that it is sure though the timing is unpredictable. Experiencing the final phase of life in the eyes of another person made me value life better. I then expressed all my condolence to the family after turning-over the body to the morgue.
Several weeks passed by and now I had found myself sent by the school in the delivery room of Davao Regional Hospital at Tagum City. Now its time to apply all those knowledge in Maternity Nursing. The first challenge for me was to locate and hear the fetal heart tone of an unborn child. I had a difficulty at first but with practice I got used to it. It was really amazing to hear the beating heart of a fetus and I felt so much love knowing that sooner or later an angel would emerge. In there I saw how babies are born and how they come to life. Babies come out with closed eyes; some are a little bluish and seems so lifeless but in just a fraction of a second after birth, a magical event happens. Instantly they turn pink, eyes start to open, limbs wiggles and then they shouted their first cries. Mothers after seeing their babies turned their agony of labor to smiles and laughter. Some of the mothers were primas (first timers) as young as 16 years old while most of them were multis as old as 49 years old. I was there to handle and assist their deliveries. I was there to clean their newborn angels. Thinking all those experiences in the delivery room made me love and value my mother more for I finally understood her sacrifices in giving birth to me. Yes, work in the delivery room was not that easy but always the same, my clinical instructor was there to guide, this time it’s Maam Perez. It made me so proud to really do something that helps other people without expecting anything in return. I promised myself that I’ll be back again.
But as for now, I am still lying on the bed, finished of reminiscing. Now its time to do some work putting those thoughts into words. Hours had passed and it was already 11:20 in the evening and I’m done typing. “Haaaay… inaantok na ako (”Haaay, I’m sleepy”). I better go to bed.” As I was brushing my teeth, I realized something. “Hey! Wait a minute… I think I’ve done it! I lived my dream! I was there - from womb to tomb.”
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Some years ago, on a hot summer day in South Florida , a little boy decided to go for a swim in the old swimming hole behind his house. In a hurry to dive into the cool water, he ran out the back door, leaving behind shoes, socks, and shirt as he went. He flew into the water, not realizing that as he swam toward the middle of the lake, an alligator was swimming toward the shore. His father, working in the yard, saw the two as they got closer and closer together. In utter fear, he ran toward the water, yelling to his son as loudly as he could. Hearing his voice, the little boy became alarmed and made a U-turn to swim to his father. It was too late. Just as he reached his father, the alligator reached him. From the dock, the father grabbed his little boy by the arms just as the alligator snatched his legs. That began an incredible tug-of-war between the two. The alligator was much stronger than the father, but the father was much too passionate to let go. A farmer happened to drive by, heard his screams,raced from his truck, took aim and shot the alligator.
Remarkably, after weeks and weeks in the hospital,the little boy survived. His legs were extremely scarred by the vicious attack of the animal. And, on his arms, were deep scratches where his father’s fingernails dug into his flesh in his effort to hang on to the son he loved. The newspaper reporter who interviewed the boy after the trauma, asked if he would show him his scars. The boy lifted his pant legs. And then, with obvious pride, he said to the reporter, ‘But look at my arms. I have great scars on my arms, too. I have them because my Dad wouldn’t let go.’
You and I can identify with that little boy. We have scars, too. No, not from an alligator, but the scars of a painful past. Some of those scars are unsightly and have caused us deep regret. But, some wounds, my friend, are because God has refused to let go. In the midst of your struggle, He’s been there holding on to you. The Scripture teaches that God loves you. You are a child of God. He wants to protect you and provide for you in every way. But sometimes we foolishly wade into dangerous situations, not knowing what lies ahead. The swimming hole of life is filled with peril - and we forget that the enemy is waiting to attack. That’s when the tug-of-war begins - and if you have the scars of His love on your arms, be very, very grateful. He did not and will not ever let you go.
Please pass this on to those you love. God has blessed you, so that you can be a blessing to others. You just never know where a person is in his/her life and what they are going through. Never judge another person’s scars, because you don’t know how they got them. Also,it is so important that we are not selfish, to receive the blessings of these messages, without forwarding them to someone else. Right now, someone needs to know that God loves them, and you love them, too - enough to not let them go .
Always Tell Your Family And Friends How Much You Love Them!!!
Posted into the bulletin by my good friend JP_RN
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