3-Day Quote Challenge: Day 3

Day Three

Finally, the last day in my 3-day quote challenge has come! But certainly NOT my last “thanks!” to Kranti who dragged me into this — first time — wonderful experience! I just love this!

Rules:

  • Thank the person who nominated you.
  • Post a quote for three consecutive days (1 quote for each day).
  • Share why this quote appeals so much to you.
  • Nominate 3 different bloggers for each day.

My Third Quote:

Sometimes it takes the worst to bring out the best in you.

The Best in You

When bad things happen to us, we tend to forget the good ones.

This quote reminds me that the worst is not the end of life, sometimes, it is the gateway to something great. Remember after the storm, comes the warmth of the sun. At the end of the tunnel, lies the light.

If we are a learner, no matter what happens to us, we always learn from it. And normally, the worse the scenario, the greater the learning. Now, imagine the worst. Sure enough, if we learn from it, the result would be our greatest learning. It is that learning that brings the best in us.

Now, let me summarize by connecting the three quotes:

  • Quote 1 is about the strong belief that no one can really crumple us without our permission. It’s our initial protection from the worst.
  • Quote 2 is about accepting the reality that the worst will come; making our heart ready when it happens; actually knowing what to do during the trial; and finally, holding on with the hope that miracle is coming.
  • Quote 3 is about the reward if we keep our part intact.

With that, I again give my thanks to Kranti for taking me to this wonderful 3-day journey!

My last set of nominees:

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3-Day Quote Challenge: Day 2

Day Two

Again, I give my thanks to Kranti for this opportunity to participated in a 3-day challenge.

Rules:

  • Thank the person who nominated you.
  • Post a quote for three consecutive days (1 quote for each day).
  • Share why this quote appeals so much to you.
  • Nominate 3 different bloggers for each day.

My Second Quote:

When you get to the end of your rope, tie a knot and hang on.

KnotI love the sense of hope this quote gives me.

It was during my high school years when I visited my auntie in her church that I first encountered this quote. I saw a big photo frame on a wall of the lobby of the parsonage. There was a hand holding at the end of a rope. It gave me a mental image that because the rope had a knot on its end, the hand that was holding it wasn’t sliding downward. It just kept on hanging for as long as the fingers were locked. At least that was the imagination triggered in me by that photo at the wall.

There are four things that I’m reminded whenever I read this quote:

  • WHEN — the quote begins with the word “when” and NOT with the word “if.” In this context, If indicates, a possibility; when indicates inevitability. For me, it means, that difficult times will surely come to us. It’s just a matter of time — a matter of when. Therefore, this quote reminds me that I should not be surprised, but instead be ready when it happens, because it will happen.
  • TIE — this is what I shoud be ready to do. It means a little effort on my part. If I fell because I didn’t tie a knot, I am the only one to be blamed. This is about responsibility.
  • KNOT — this is something — a person, a thing, a dream, my faith, sense of purpose — or anything that I can focus my mind on in times of difficulty in order for me to not to give up.
  • HANG ON — this is the part when I have done everything else, but still refuse to give up. It means hope. Just wait a little longer. Have faith.

They said that men can survive 40 days without food; 4 days without water; 4 minutes without oxygen; but only 4 seconds without hope. That’s how important hope is.

Difficulty is part of life. There are times when we feel that everything else fails and that We’ve done everything we could, every solution possible. Yet still, nothing seems to work anymore. We feel tired, frustrated, and hopeless. But let’s not give up. Not yet. Let’s just make a little more effort of picking up on something dear to us, something we can hold on to — like a knot at the end of a rope — and hope for a miracle.

My Second set of nominees:

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3-Day Quote Challenge: Day 1

Day One

Because I was taken by surprise, let me just follow my nominator’s path on my first day. My quote will also be about life being precious.

Thank you Kranti for this sweet friendly challenge! I appreciate it a lot!

Rules:

  • Thank the person who nominated you.
  • Post a quote for three consecutive days (1 quote for each day).
  • Share why this quote appeals so much to you.
  • Nominate 3 different bloggers for each day.

My First Quote:

You never lose your worth. No matter what life throws at you.

One day, a young lady came to me crying. She said,

She humiliated me in front of my classmates, throwing baseless accusations after accusations. Now, I’m losing respect in myself.

It happened about seven years ago while I was still working in a state-owned academy. The young lady was a second year college student then. She was talking about her lady professor. This professor was one of those who have completed two Master Degrees and a PHD, and a numerous high-profile trainings. So by looking at her credentials, she is supposed to be a highly respectable person. But people — just like this young lady student who came to me, weeping in shame, anger, and emotional pain — in the academy believed or experienced the exact opposite of respect.

Follow me.

I said to her, after listening intensely to some details of her story. Then, she followed me as I walked out of my office toward an open space just outside the building.

When we reached a shaded place, I pulled out my wallet, took a 100 peso bill, and asked her..

If I gave this P100 bill to anybody, do you think, they will accept it?

Yes sir, of course! No one will reject it!” replied the young lady.

Then I crumpled it with my right hand in front of her, and asked a follow-up question.

How about now that it’s crumpled? Will people still accept it?

Yes sir. Of course, they will.

This time, I threw the P100 bill on the ground then stepped on it with my shoes, as if grinding it with force. Then asked another question, after picking it from the ground…

Now that its totally crumpled and dirty in your eyes, do you still believe people will accept it?

Of course sir. It is still P100.

That’s it! That’s exactly it! I exclaimed.

She looked at me with confused eyes, still with some tears welling up. Then I smiled at her, and told her slowly, with a soft reassuring voice.

“You are precious. Just like this bill, your value won’t change just because they crumpled you in the outside. You are still the same you — charming, always smiling, happy student.”

“Actually,” I followed through, “it is yourresponse to those kind of experiences, that will determine your worth. To cry for such a painful experience is okay. That’s part of a normal person with normal emotions. You have already cried. That’s good. Now it’s time to get up. I am reminding you of your worth. And I hope that you will go back to your lady professor with a stronger heart, knowing that no matter what she throws at you, your value as a person doesn’t change. You are still precious.”

She burst into more tears after I said those words.

Not knowing what to do, I just stood there, watching her as she cried, silently praying that my words would at least give her inner strength.

After a minute or two, she rose her head, looked at me with a sweet smile, as she was wiping all the tears in her face… and said,

Thank you very much sir. Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!

I smiled back at her with a relieved heart.

Then she followed-up with a rather unexpected request…

Sir, can I have this bill as a souvenir?

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Well, that’s it. That’s my quote, with a short personal story.

I was still in high school when I encountered a story similar to that. Decades later, I was in the position to relive that story, with me as one of the characters — the one who was giving the strength to a damaged person. I’m glad I was given a chance to share the experience to that young lady student.

When she graduated from the academy, years later, she came back to me, and thanked me again for that P100 bill encounter. Maybe she still has my money now. Maybe she doesn’t anymore. It doesn’t matter. What important is that she remembered how precious she was — and stayed that way.

Again, thank you Kranti for this opportunity.

Now, my nominees:

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Supplier of Kindness

The demand of kindness is now getting far bigger than its supply.

In this supply-and-demand savvy world where every businessman is looking for scarcity to make himself its supplier, let’s take it as a great wonderful opportunity to be one. We will not get financially rich as a supplier of kindness, but we will surely get rich in happiness, peace of mind, blessings, friends, love, and other things that matter most in life.

Do you want to be a supplier of kindness?

 

Note:

Ally wrote a wonderful post about this when she asked, Where did common courtesy go?  Maybe you’d like to read it too. 😊

Cocoon and Bridges

What do they have in common, cocoons and bridges? I don’t know. In fact, what I do know is that they yield opposite results: one provides protection and isolation; the other reaches out to the outside world.

Why I Write?

When I was planning to create this blog, I was resolving two questions. The first one is, “Why write?” I knew deep inside, that I love to write. But why? Why do I love to write?

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Since childhood, I’ve always been fascinated with growing things. I love to grow plants. I enjoy watching them everyday as they increase in height, and add more leaves. It fascinates me to observe that in some plants, leaves change colors as they grow.

I love to grow puppies and kittens too, and watch them get bigger as they become dogs and cats. I enjoy watching them learn tricks. I love growing rabbits, hamsters, and birds too.

Decades later, I began to realize that I value growth. It is the process of growing that makes me like to grow plants, animals, other people, and above all, myself. It is also why I love to write.

Cocoons

As an introvert, I give high value to solitude. The peace and tranquility it gives me is incomparable. By being alone, I become more acquainted with my own thoughts and feelings. Solitude is my best friend when it comes to writing. It is a must. A requirement. A necessity. A non-negotiable. Without solitude, it’s extremely difficult for me to write.

The process of writing makes me feel like I’m entering into a cocoon — where all I can see is my inner world. Inside, I engage in internal dialogues, sometimes, even a tug-of-war with myself. When I write, I shrink and stretch at the same time. Then after the writing, I feel like something has changed inside me — a change in a way I look at certain things, or a brand new idea has emerged, or I just fortified some old beliefs that I cherish. When I write, I restore my strength. When I write, I grow. And remember how important “growing” is to me? That makes writing so important to me too: it helps me grow. It helps me feel resolved.

Bridges

The next question was, “Why in the blogging platform?

I love conversations. It creates connection. Even if Im standing in front of people delivering a speech, I always make it like as if I’m just conversing with another person. If I like both the topic and the person, I can continue the conversation for as long as the person I’m conversing with likes to converse too.

Reading is also part of my everyday life. When I’m reading a book that I like, I converse with its author. No, not literally. What I do is, I write in the corner or side of the paragraph I’m reading, my responses to the topic being discussed. In effect, I feel like I’m conversing with the author.

Unlike static websites where the readers cannot comment or say anything, blogs have the ability to foster conversations. Like cellphones, it is a tool for two-way communications. The readers can interact with the authors. And the authors can continue the conversation.

In other words, blogs are like bridges, they reach out to the readers. And they allow the readers to reach back to the authors. That’s a sort of conversation.

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A Paradox

This blog is cocoon and bridges at the same time. The process of writing makes me enter into my cocoon — protected and isolated from the real world. After I hit the Publish button, the bridges are created. When I read others’ works and leave a comment, (I only comment to the posts I like), I’m reaching out to others — establishing out positive relationships through meaningful conversations. When they respond, that means they are willing to be reached out. When they visit my blog, they are reaching me out as well.

Personal growth is the number one in my list of values. And as an introvert, writing is my best medium for growing myself. It both gives me time to be with myself alone, and at the same time it helps me to reach out to others. Both are necessary in the process of growing.