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Published in: on February 1, 2011 at 3:47 pm  Leave a Comment  

Bruised, but not beaten

 A collection of thoughts, videos, and cartoons about the recent lay-offs in Washington state:

Much have been said about how much our workplace environment and productivity have improved the last 2-3 years. Sadly, many of the people (and still counting) who brought fresh ideas, excitement, and commitment to this thankless, but rewarding, job are the ones most affected by the job cuts. Regardless of one’s contribution to society, sometimes, in the end, he or she is all but a number. And it is difficult not to feel insecure about it. 

Finding more efficient ways to do business and cutting the unecessary spending on transport, supply, maintenance, and administrative costs will save a ton of money in the long run. and yet, with more than a billion dollars in deficit, they decided to balance the budget OVERNIGHT by cutting social and health welfare programs and laying off so many state workers.  The people aspects of such institutions have become less and less human and have become merely inanimate building materials and administrative figures.  The workers have become NO more than just a bunch of numbers and office furnitures.  And now that many of the least-senior, lowest-paid, and on-call staff are terminated at my place of work, there are now suggestiions that part-timers should be cut also.

I am so disappointed with many of my colleagues who have became disloyal with the relationships they have developed throughout the years; who have detached themselves from the reality that the little people who have lost or about to lose their jobs have a family who need food, healthcare, and housing; and those unaware or unconcerned of the downward spiral effect of all the lay-offs to the effectiveness of the way we help the children, the morale of the staff, the already battered economy, and the very existance of the institution itself— JUST TO PRESERVE THEIR OWN DESK JOBS!  

If they think laying off people is the answer, does it not make more sense to cut from the top? Would it not save more, AND HURT LESS, to remove 1 person who makes more than a $100,000 a year (and probably have accumilated a good amount of savings and retirement) than to terminate 5-20 employees who are barely breaking even from week to week and are actually doing work and making a difference? Come to think of it, why can’t we get rid of the high-priced politicians who got us in this mess in the first place?  the way things are going right now, it is like stealing land from the peasants just to keep the royalties on the throne.

Despite of the economic, mental, and emotional stress that the job insecurities have created, the workers of CSTC continue to make miracles by the way they change the lives of many—BECAUSE THAT IS WHAT WE KNOW.  BECAUSE THIS IS WHAT WE DO.  I can say that for many of us, we have found our calling and the “MEANING” in our work.  And I believe that regardless of the arguments that there are jobs elsewhere,  much of the anxiety is from the thought of losing our niche and our purpose—OUR MISSION.

As of right now, I’m in no mood to listen to people complaining about others…or how better they are…or how they deserve more. Right now, I am just going to try my best to do my job the way I know how…by being positive, supportive, and productive….and hope that “fun” comes along the way.

 

Published in: on January 7, 2011 at 3:04 pm  Leave a Comment  
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A Father-and-Son Christmas

Christmas has got to be the most important holiday for me. Many of my childhood memories were of Christmas. From the family and religious traditions, to my favorite Christmas purchases as a kid. The most memorable Christmas for me as a child was a lesson in fatherhood.

It was that one Christmas day when I got hit by a vehicle while playing tag in the street.  My life did not quite flash before my eyes since I was only eleven.  Instead, a very vivid picture of my dad fuming with anger came to mind.  As I sat there grabbing and starring at my bleeding leg and brand new shoes that I got from my parents earlier, I worried about how mad and disappointed my most-strict father would be as he just got done telling me not to play in the streets because it might be too dangerous.

The driver immediately drove me to the hospital as my brother sat on the hood of the car yelling and threatening the driver and his family. I remember hoping that my belligerant brother wouldn’t break the windshield or hurt someone and make it more difficult for my dad. At the time, the pain was very minimal compared to the intense fear I felt from all the thoughts of possible consequences for my act of defiance. After being seen briefly by a nurse, my dad finally arrived.

As I closed my eyes and prayed, waiting for my dad to give me the yelling of the century, I felt a gentle touch. It was a tender embrace from my father. And there he told me, very calmly and lovingly, how much he love me and that he was very happy that I was alright. I realized that day what being a father meant. And that being strict and protective was part of the love he has for his children.

And as I grow as a father myself, I nurture my children with the same kind of balance—of structure and affection. And more and more each year, I watch my kids discover and show the true meaning of Christmas.  It’s about GIVING and LOVE.

Published in: on December 25, 2010 at 10:16 pm  Comments (10)  

Our Mission

Working with children, families and communities to promote effective treatment, healing and growth in a safe, nurturing environment.

Child Study and Treatment Center is a special place for children, families, and “miracle” workers.  Unfortunately, CSTC, along with all the public health and social services institutions in Washington state, is mandated to drastically cut it’s spending (programs and staffing) across the board regarless of the effectiveness and productivity of individual facilities.

Much have been said about how much our workplace environment and productivity have improved the last 2-3 years, thus my inspiration for the video. Sadly, many of the people (and still counting) who brought fresh ideas, excitement, and commitment to this thankless, but rewarding, job are the ones most affected by the job cuts. Other recreational programs, which are essential in integrating these children back to the community, are also compromised. Regardless of one’s contribution to society, sometimes, in the end, he or she or it is all but a number. And it is difficult not to feel insecure about it.

I originally wanted to make a quick commercial-like video showing clips of the facility and few programs. But after a few interviews and evaluation, I decided to show that our program is beyond the buildings and clinical programs. I instead chose to share the fact that there is a lot of thoughtfulness in what we do. It’s the relationship between the staff and the children and the experiences that they are exposed to that make it all work. The staff genuienely care for the patients and are committed in helping them grow up with the sense of respect for themselves, others, and hope for the future.  And much like our budget crisis, there is only so much clips that I could cut before it loses it’s integrity, thoughfulness, and effectiveness.

As of right now, I’m in no mood to listen to people complaining about others…or how better they are…or how they deserve more. Right now, I am just going to try my best to do my job the way I know how…by being positive, supportive, and productive….and hope that “fun” comes along the way.

There was a lot of excitement before, during, and right after the video was made.  And with that fleeting moment, although the commitment remains, that enthusiasm is suddenly gone.

Published in: on November 6, 2010 at 9:48 pm  Comments (5)  

I fell in love with her 9 times

I fell in love with her the first time I laid eyes on her.  Beautiful and, yet, simple.  Quiet, but confident.  She always had good balance from the very beginning.  The way she wore her hair and moved her body with precision was mesmerizing.  And she got even more attractive when she opened her mouth to speak.  She was flirtatious in her own sweet way. 

I fell in love with her the second time, when she brought newspaper for the elderly at the nursing home.  That random act of kindness truly touched my heart.   I later realized that this was only an extension of her love for family.  She cherished and held on to her own roots.  She respected and embraced mine.  And have given nothing but her best for our very own. 

I fell in love with her the third time on our first date.  It was wrong at the time for I already belonged to someone else.  But I knew early on that she was God’s ONE gift for me and that I had to claim it.  There was nothing more magical than my first moments with her.  From our first night under the stars, to many love notes disguised as Hershey kisses labels.  And, finally, on that day her nose twitched when I said  I wanted to be with her. I knew that the spell was casted. 

 I fell in love with her the fourth time when we first had a long heart to heart about our past, present and future actions and expectations.  When we shared our strengths and weaknesses.  It was an awkward moment that needed to happen.  And with her initiative, it ended up being easy.  Right there and right then, I knew that we could trust each other and that our secrets would be safe and that she would accept me for who I am.

 I fell in love with her the fifth time on our wedding day.  It wasn’t the ceremony or anything fancy that came with it.  It was the fact that we both worked so hard to make it happen.   From the planning, decorating, running errands, ushering, etc., she and I did most of it up to the last minute.  And that is how we always have been.  We have always been effective teammates.  We are at our best when we are working together side by side.  And when she kissed my hand after putting that ring on my finger, she made my heart melt and butterflies fly from my insides. There was no mistaking that she is THE ONE.

 I fell in love with her the sixth time when she bore our first child.  That first pregnancy was most eventful and stressful.  From getting all kinds of gestational illnesses, to getting kicked out of the immigration office after a long trip to the Philippines.  And when it was time to deliver, the baby still didn’t want to come.  Eventually, with a husband and a wife, and now a baby, Elijah completed my dream…a family.

 I fell in love with her the seventh time when she bore our second child.  And why is it that she’s always in the least ideal situations when pregnant?  This time, she was busy playing soldier and getting moved from one place to the other.  Mino, unlike his quiet brother, arrived in Ft. Lewis screaming.  And as it would turn out, Elijah and Mino are opposites.  Elijah being the nerdy one like me, and Mino, the fearless action hero that she is.  And much like she and I, they complement each other.

 I fell in love with her the eighth time when she was deployed overseas.  It was the darkest of our times.  But, ironically, it was also the time when I really felt her nurturing motherly bond with our children.  With so little time and so far of a distance, there was no better mother than her.  And through all the storms, together we found ourselves as ONE again.

 I fell in love with her the ninth time last year when she took me to a concert featuring Lea Salonga, my all-time favorite Filipino female celebrity. What is this “white girl” doing in a Filipino concert with her man to see a woman?  Well, she and I were there because of the very reason why I love her best; she has always supported me as a whole.  She embraced the physical, the mental (no pun intended), the emotional, the spiritual, and the cultural me. 

Truly, 9 is not enough to list the many ways and many times I fall in love with her.  But as we celebrate our 9th wedding anniversary, I reminisce of these 9 highlights of my almost eleven years of being with Dawn, my ONE true love.  Then again, these 9 could have been my “9 lives.”  And if I don’t do well on this anniversary, she might make this one my last.

Happy Anniversary, Honey.  I love you more than cheese, my dear  *muah*  

 

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Originally posted yesterday on my Facebook.  And, unfortunately, I will be doing more of my postings on Facebook since I find it more convinient to do it there.  I will post and hop here on WordPress from time to time.    And to all my Worpress readers and fellow bloggers, thank you for your comments, support, and friendship.

  

Published in: on September 22, 2010 at 10:40 am  Comments (21)  
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