You’ll never regret reading this story..

[Pinkdimensions]

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You’ll never regret reading this story..

I’ve read these story months ago and for the second time around a colleague of mine forwarded me this story. Some of you might have read this story while others have not thus; I’m sharing this to you and as guaranteed you’ll never regret reading this story. It might be difficult for you to understand some of the words being used by the author but I just wanted to preserve the real essence of the story thus, I’m not providing any translation to it. I would rather suggest grabbing your friend who’s fluent in Cebuano language before reading this one or else you’ll miss the pain, the agony and tears.

This is story is worth sharing. This story is worth pondering. This story is worth remembering. This story is worth recalling. These story is your attention.

Lastly, I would like to give credit to the real author of this story who happens to be unknown since I could not trace the real source of this story. To where you are, thank you for sharing this to all of us.

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[ajol]

You’ll never regret reading this story..

I’ve read these story months ago and for the second time around a colleague of mine forwarded me this story. Some of you might have read this story while others have not thus; I’m sharing this to you and as guaranteed you’ll never regret reading this story. It might be difficult for you to understand some of the words being used by the author but I just wanted to preserve the real essence of the story thus, I’m not providing any translation to it. I would rather suggest grabbing your friend who’s fluent in Cebuano language before reading this one or else you’ll miss the pain, the agony and tears.

This is story is worth sharing. This story is worth pondering. This story is worth remembering. This story is worth recalling. These story is your attention.

Lastly, I would like to give credit to the real author of this story who happens to be unknown since I could not trace the real source of this story. To where you are, thank you for sharing this to all of us.

Read more...
http://www.careerclub.com.ph/index.p...id=65&Itemid=1

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nice story. i could cry. i remember my childhood days.

[yhanz2000]

HERE'S THE STORY I COPY PASTE FROM THAT SITE:

The story…..

Ever since it was diagnosed that I am having a posible heart enlargement
in the last APE, I have exerted more effort to do physical exercises. I
do jogging during week days and do long - ride mountain biking every
Sunday.

But this Sunday is a special Sunday to me. While I was on my way to the
mountains of Busay hoping to strengtened my heart by this exercise,
instead, I personally encountered a heart-breaking scene that changed me.

I already passed the MarcoPoloPlaza( formerly Cebu Plaza Hotel ) when I
decided to stop to buy bananas at a small carenderia located along the
road. I haven’t taken any solid food that morning so I need fruits to
have the needed energy to get to my destination - the mountain top. I
almost done eating with the second banana when I noticed two children
across the street busily searching the garbage area. “Basureros” I said
to myselt and quickly turn my attention away from them to sip a small
amount of water. I cared less for these kind of children actually; to make
it straight, I do not like them, and I do not trust them evenmore. You
see, several times I have been a victim to these kind of children who are
pretending to be basureros looking for empty bottles and cans when in
fact the ‘plangganas’, ‘kalderos’, and ‘hinayhays’ are their favorites.
I remember one afternoon while I was watching a Mike Tyson fight when I
noticed that the TV screen suddenly became blurred. I checked outside and
saw two young basureros running away with my newly installed antenna.

Hatred may be a little bit stronger word to describe my feeling towards
these basureros, but I do not like them honestly ? not till I met these
three children.

I was about to embark on my bike again when I heard one of the two
children, a girl of about 7 or 8 of age saying aloud to the other , a
12-yr old boy , “ kuya si dodong kuha-a kay nag-sige’g tan-aw sa mga
nagkaon, mauwaw ta” , only then that I noticed a small boy standing near
to me biting slightly his finger. He’s a few inches shorter if compared to
my 5 years old son ( but I knew later that he’s also 5 yrs. Old). Though
he did not asked for food to anyone in the carenderia, the way he looked
at the customers who were eating , enough to convinced me that he intensely
craving for it. The older boy then quickly crossed the street and gently
pulled out the little one who politely obeyed. As I watched the two
crossing back the street to the garbage area, I heard the tindera saying “
Lo-oy kaayo nang mga bataa uy, mga buotan ra ba na”. I learned further
from the carenderia owner that the children are from a good family , both
parents were working before , and that their father got a stroke 3 years
ago and became partially paralized and their mother died of heart attack
while their father was still confined at the hospital. The parents were
still in their early forties when the catastrophe happened , and the
children became basureros since then to meet their daily needs and for
their father’s medication.

Deeply moved by what I heard, I went to a nearby bakery and bought 20
pesos worth of bread and gave it to the children who initially refused
including the little boy. “ Sige lang noy, salamat na lang, magpalit lang
nya mi kung mahalinan na mi” the young girl said to me. I explained that
they need to go home because it started to rain . “ Naanad na man mi ani “
the girl answered again. Again, I explained that the rain can make them
sick and if they’ll become sick there’s no one to take care of their
father. Upon mentioning their father, they nodded and acccept the bread
but I noticed that the older boy did not ate. When I asked him if he does
not like the kind of bread I bought for them he smiled but as he’s about
to explain, the little girl, who is the more talker of them interrupted, “
Domingo man gud ron ,noy, basta Sabado ug Domingo hapon ra siya mokaon
kami ra ang mokaon ug pamahaw pero dili na pod mi mokaon inig hapon, si
kuya ra. Pero basta Lunes ngadto sa Biyernes, kay klase man , si kuya ra
sad ang seguro-on ug papamahaw, kami hapon na sad mi moka-on “ Pero kung

daghan mi ug halin mokaon mi tanan.” she continued. “Ngano man diay
ug mokaon mong tanan, bahinon ninyo bisan ug unsa ka gamay?” I countered.

The young girl reasoned out that their father wanted that her older
brother to come to school with full stomachs so he can easily catch up
the teacher’s lessons. “Inig ka trabaho ni kuya mo undang na man mi ug
pamasura , first honor baya na siya “ the little boy added proudly.

Maybe I was caught by surprise or I am just overly emotional that my
tears started to fall. I then quickly turned my back from them to hide my
tears and pretended to pick up my bike from the carenderia where I left
it.

I don’t know how many seconds or minutes I spent just to compose myself;
pretending again this time that I was mending by bike.

Finally I get on to my bike and approached the three children to bid
goobye to them who in turn cast their grateful smiles at me. I then took
a good look at all of them specially to the small boy and pat his head
with a pinch in my heart. Though I believe that their positive look at
life can easily change their present situation, there is one thing that
they can never change; that is , their being motherless. That little boy
can no longer taste the sweet embrace, care, and most of all , the love of
his mother ? forever. Nobody can refill the empty gap created by that
sudden and untimely death of their mother. Every big events that will
happen to their lives will only remind them and make them wish of their
mother’s presence.

I reached to my pocket and handed to them my last 100 peso bill which I
reserved for our department’s bowling tournament. This time they refused
strongly but I jokingly said to the girl “ sumbagon teka ron kung di nimo
dawaton” . She smiled as she extended her hand to take the money. “
Salamat

noy makapalit gyud me ron ug tambal ni papa “ she uttered. I then
turned

to the small boy and though he’s a few feet away from me, I still noticed
that while his right hand was holding the half - filled sack , his left
hand was holding a toy ? a worn out toy car. I waved my hands and said bye
bye to him as I drove towards the mountains again. Did he just found the
toy in the garbage area ? or the toy was originally his - when the
misfortune did not took place yet? - I did not bother to ask. But one
thing is crystal clear to me ? that inspite of the boy’s abnormal life, he
did not given up his childhood completely. I can sense it that way he hold
and stare at his toy.

My meeting with that young basureros made me poorer by 100 pesos. But they
changed me and made me more richer as to lessons of life are concerned.
In them, I learned that life can changed suddenly and may caught me flat
footed. In them, I’ve learned that even the darkest side of life, cannot
change the beauty of one’s heart. Those three children, who sometimes
cannot eat three times a day, still able to hold on to what they believe
was right. And what a contrast to most of us who are quick to point out to
our misfortunes when caught with our mistakes. In them, I’ve learned to
hope for things when things seem to go the other way.

Lastly, I know that God cares for them far more than I do. That though He
allowed them to experience such a terrible life which our finite minds
cannot comprehend, His unquestionable love will surely follow them
through.

And in God’s own time they will win.

The story is really worth sharing so why not share this one to your friends.

[Pinkdimensions]

hilak gani ko.. ahaka.. hapit wala mahuman nako ug basa.. hihi[br]Posted on: November 27, 2007, 05:54:01 PM_________________________________________________a yaw gamit ug internet explorer kay..guba.. mozilla pas2x mo load..

[vesper13]

tulo man pud luha nato ani...sus..kung naa pa lang ko cebu...adtuon nako ug susihon nako na unsa na silang tulo ba...maski unsa na kapait ila gui agian...kabalo pa guihapon sila maikog, maulaw sa laing tao.. and muhuna-huna sa needs sa kada myembro sa ilang family...if only their mother is alive am sure she'll be very proud of these kids...


@Pinkdimensions.....thanks for sharing this story....i'll share this one also to our yahoo group....

[Pinkdimensions]

ako dli man gyud ko ganahan anang mga ing ana nga bata labi na sa colon pero kani... pastilan exempted ni sila.. pwede palang sagupon silang tulo... hayyyy.. anyhow, ug asa sila karon hinaot unta nga malipayon sila..

[vesper13]

I agree with you..lahi silang tulo...kung pwede lang ni sila i apil sa "wish ko lang"......hay naku...unsa na lang ilang pasko?

[jangoironic]

nice one

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