By Bernie Lopez eastwindreplyctr@gmail.com
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Information booth. International Airport. Passenger senior citizen Oka. Information lady Gloria.
OKA – Excuse me. GLORIA – Yes, mam-sir. (Nakasimangot). OKA –What time is Flight 406 please. GLORIA – Ayun ang monitor. Tingnan mo na lang. OKA – Pwedeng makiusap. May monitor ka naman. Ang layo kasi. May rayuma ako. GLORIA – Rayuma? Ay naku, stay home ka na lang, lolo. Tingnan mo sa likod, haba na ng pila. (Pasigaw.) Next!! OKA – (Stops the next in line from approaching.) Teka, Miss Taray Blues. Ano ba yan, menopause, mens, built-in sungit since birth? GLORIA – (Picks up the phone.) Hello, security. OKA – (Undaunted, peering into the counter.) Ah, buntis ka. GLORIA – So what? OKA – Malaglag sana yan. GLORIA – Oy, sir, foul yan. Bawiin mo yan. Baka magkatotoo. OKA – Malaglag sana yan. GLORIA – (Starts to sob.) Please sir. (To the phone.) Never mind, security, okay na. OKA – Isang kondisyon. Smile ka muna. GLORIA – Sir naman. OKA – Di mo kaya, ano? Yung built-in mong simangot since birth, naging permanent na. GLORIA – Sir, bawiin niyo po. OKA – Malalag sana yan. GLORIA – Okay, okay, smile na kung smile. (Tries to smile in vain.) Di naman pwedeng biglaan yan. OKA – Kaya mo yan. GLORIA – Sir, bawiin niyo po. OKA – Malaglag …. GLORIA – O ayan … (Composes herself, wipes off a tear, and smiles. Everybody in the long line gives a resounding applause.) OKA – Nawa’y maging malusog ang anak mo. Ano yan, first mo? GLORIA – Opo, first po. Salamat. OKA – Makinig ka, ha. GLORIA – Opo. OKA – Pag nasa customer service ka, kelangang smile 25/7, gets? GLORIA – Opo. OKA – Pag nakasimangot ka 26/7, pagkalampas ng ilang buwan – ulcer, laglag buntis o kaya baby mo tiyanak, heart attack, o cancer pa kung minsan. Ganun ang karma. Gets? GLORIA – Gets po. OKA – O ano? Okay na tayo? GLORIA – (Big smile.) Sir, salamat uli. OKA – Welcome. Saan uli ang Flight 406. GLORIA – Ay, oo nga pala. Gate 3 po.
After one week, Oka is back. GLORIA – Hello mam-sir. Ay lolo, kayo pala. What can you do for me? OKA – Wala naman. Check ko lang kung okay ka na. GLORIA – Oks na oks, lolo. OKA – Smiling always? GLORIA – 26/7 po. Ang sarap pala ng smiling trip. Wala nang sungit trip. Magaan ang kalooban. I actually enjoy my work now. Dati, pilit, gusto ko nang mag-resign. Ngayon, pati sa bahay, napakaganda. Mga anak ko, hindi na ako inaaway. Salamat po lolo, binukas niyo ang bintana ko. Ngayon, maliwanag na sa loob. OKA – At mahahalata mo contagious ang smile, kasing contagious ng sungit. O eto, regalo ko. GLORIA – Si lolo naman, nag-abala pa. (Opens the box.) Ano it, siopao? Ang badoy nyo naman. OKA – Anong gusto mo, engagement ring? GLORIA – Salamat, lolo. OKA – O sige na, ingat. (Pabulong.) Yung nasalikod, ingatan mo. Dumikit ata yung taray niya sa batok ko. GLORIA – Kayang-kaya yan. OKA – Okay, see you. GLORIA – Teka, tingnan niyo style ko. See me in action. Doon ka banda roon, nakatalikod. (Sunod si Oka.) Next !!!.
FAT LADY – (Approaches.) Anong klaseng lugar to, ha. Bad service, bad service. GLORIA – Yes sir-mam. How can I help you? FAT LADY – Tingnan mo to. Tinawag pa akong sir. Ikaw ba ay nag-aral? GLORIA – (Smiling.) Opo. Yes mam. FAT LADY – Pa-smile smile ka pa dyan. Gusto mo tanggalin ko yang smile mo? Saan ang CR? GLORIA – Yon lang po? CR? FAT LADY – At e ano pa, gusto mo tanong ko sa iyo tungkol sa Obamacare? GLORIA – Doon po sa dulo, kanan. Ingat po kayo. At smile po. Gaganda po kayo. FAT LADY – Ako ba tinatawag mong pangit? GLORIA – Opo, ay hindi po. FAT LADY – Anong oras ang alis ng Flight 215? GLORIA – 230 pm pa po. Delayed. FAT LADY – Pangit mo. GLORIA – Mag-crash sana eroplano nyo. FAT LADY – Oy oy oy. Bawiin mo yan. Baka magkatotoo. GLORIA – Ayoko. (Hagkikhik ang Oka.) Babawiin ko, isang kondisyon. Simple lang, smile. FAT LADY – Ha. GLORIA – Smile. FAT LADY – Please lang, bawiin mo yan. GLORIA – Mag-crash sana eroplano nyo. FAT LADY – Hay naku. Cacancel ko flight ko. GLORIA – Sinong tinakot niyo? FAT LADY – (Long pause. Knowing she’s beaten.) Sori, sori, I apologize. O sige, smile na kung smile. GLORIA – Pilit. Hindi ngisi, smile. Tingnan niyo sarili niyo. (Naglabas ng small mirror.) FAT LADY – (Nanggigigil.) Diyos ko po, ano itong ginagawa Niyo sa akin. GLORIA – Pinaparusahan. Tingnan niyo sarily niyo. FAT LADY – (Tuminingin. Nagulat sa sariling simangot.) Hay naku. (Finally, nag-smile na nga ang beauty ni Fat Lady.) GLORIA – M’am, may you have a safe and happy trip. FAT LADY – Tenk yu. GLORIA – Mam, kung na-notice niyo. Kahit anong taray niyo, kahit anong blade and ipang-hiwa niyo sa akin, wa epek sa akin, di ba? FAT LADY – Oo nga. GLORIA – It’s because a smile is the most powerful antidote versus hurt. I can be hurt only if I wish it, if I will it. I cannot be hurt against my will. Kelangan i-approve ko. E dis-aprub kayo. FAT LADY – Ba. Oo nga no. . Ibig mong sabihin pag nag-smile ako pag sinigawan ako ng mister ko, talo siya. GLORIA – Op kors. Hindi sa talo siya kundi sa panalo kayo. Iba yon. (Paalis na ang Fat Lady.) Teka, isa pa, m’am. Humility is the second antidote versus being hurt. Nung sinabi kong pinaparusahan kayo ng Diyos, hindi kayo nasaktan because you were humble enough to accept your error. Humility also removes the hurt. FAT LADY – Ibig mong sabihin pag inamin kong kasalanan ko sa mister ko imbis na magpalusot, mas okay? GLORIA – Op kors. Wala nang away. Eto kayo, bihis, pa-abroad, tapos sinermonan ng isang nilalalang kamukha ko. Pero tinanggap niyo. FAT LADY – Oo na, humility. Eto, gift ko sayo. (Naglabas ng isang maliit na boteng hand lotion.) GLORIA – Ay naku, di na kailangan, mam. FAT LADY – Tanggapin mo yan o sisimangot ako. (Tinanggap ni Gloria. Smile ang Fat Lady.) Bye. OKA – (Pag-alis nI Fat Lady.) Bilib nako sayo. May props ka pa. GLORIA – Walang pumalakpak? OKA – E pano, wala namang pila. Tingnan mo kung pano mag-trabaho ang Diyos. GLORIA – Oo nga. Ang galing Niya. Biro mo isang katutak na taray nagging hand lotion. OKA – D bale na yung lotion. Mas maganda, binago mo puso ni Fat Lady. Ang tigre naging tupa. Hindi na siya magtataray. At saka, balik asawa na siya. In fact, maybe you saved her marriage in the long term. GLORIA – Ganun kalalim yung ginawa ko? OKA – Yes m’am, ganun kalalim ang 30-second sermon mo. GLORIA – Nahuli niya na rin and sekreto ng buhay na nadiskubre ko sa inyo. OKA – Ipasa mo nang ipasa. Nasa customer service ka. Ako, senior, pa sine sine lang nang libre. Ikaw, hawak mo sa kamay mo ang buong mundo. GLORIA – Yes!!
eastwind
*********************************** The Parables of the Seed and the Yeast
the kingdom of heaven is like a mustard seed the smallest of all seeds grows into the largest of all trees so that the birds of the sky seek shelter in its lush so is our faith, which begins with baptism, when we are mere infants, and grows strong in a lifetime in the Lord the kingdom of heaven is like yeast which makes three measures of wheat flour grow five fold into bread so is our love, when we give to others we receive a hundred fold when we uplift others we uplift ourselves a hundred fold
Matthew 13:24-30 / eastwind
********************* English Version TAMING LADY TIGERS
Information booth. International Airport. Passenger senior citizen Oka. Information lady Gloria.
OKA – Excuse me. GLORIA – Yes, mam-sir. (Looking so cranky). OKA –What time is Flight 406, please. GLORIA – There’s the monitor. Just read. OKA – Can you please just read your monitor. It’s too far. I have arthritis. GLORIA – Why don’t you just stay home, grampa. Look behind you. There’s a long line. (Shouting.) Next!! OKA – (Stops the next in line from approaching.) Wait, Miss Groucho-Jane. Is it menopause, mens, or its built-in since birth? GLORIA – (Picks up the phone.) Hello, security. OKA – (Undaunted, peering into the counter.) Oh, you’re pregnant. GLORIA – So what? OKA – I hope you lose your baby. GLORIA – Sir, that’s foul. Take it back, please. It may come true. OKA – I hope you lose your baby. GLORIA – (Starts to sob.) Please sir. (To the phone.) Never mind, security, it’s okay. OKA – Okay, I will take it back on one condition. Smile. GLORIA – Please, sir. OKA – You can’t do it, right? You had a sour face since birth, and it has become permanent. GLORIA – Sir, take it back. OKA – I hope you lose your baby. GLORIA – Okay, okay, I’ll smile. (Tries to smile in vain.) I can’t do it. It takes time. OKA – You can do it. GLORIA – Sir, take it back. OKA – I hope you lose …. GLORIA – Okay, I will do it. (Composes herself, wipes off a tear, and smiles. Everybody in the long line gives a resounding applause.) OKA – May you have a healthy baby. Is that your first? GLORIA – Yes. OKA – Listen. If you’re in customer service, you have to smile 25/7, get it? GLORIA – Got it. OKA – If you have a sour face 26/7, after a few months, you’ll have ulcer, lose your baby, get heart attack, or even cancer. That’s karma. Get it? GLORIA – Got it, sir. OKA – Are we done here? GLORIA – (Big smile.) Sir, thank you again. OKA – Welcome. Oh, what gate is Flight 406? GLORIA – Oh yes, gate 3 sir.
After one week, Oka is back. GLORIA – Hello mam-sir. Hi grampa, it’s you. What can you do for me? OKA – Nothing. Just checking if you’re okay. GLORIA – I’m okay, gramps. OKA – Smiling always? GLORIA – 26/7 sir. Smiling trip is better than grouch-trip. I feel light. I actually enjoy my work now. Before, I wanted to resign. Now, even at home, all is nice. My kids no longer pick fights with me. Thanks again, gramps. You have opened my heart. Now everything is bright inside me. OKA – You will also notice that a smile is contagious, as contagious as a sour face is. Here’s my gift to you. GLORIA – You don’t have to bother, gramps. (Opens the box.) What’s this, a sandwich? This is ridiculous. OKA – Better than an engagement ring. GLORIA – Thanks, gramps. OKA – Okay, take care. (Whispering.) The girl behind me … better be careful. I can feel her fangs at the back of my neck. GLORIA – No problem. Chicken feed. OKA – Okay, see you. GLORIA – Wait, just watch me. Check out my style. See me in action. Stay over there, turn your back, and listen. (Oka agrees.) Next !!!. FAT LADY – (Approaches.) What kind of place is this? Bad service, bad service. GLORIA – Yes sir-mam. How can I help you? FAT LADY – Don’t call me sir. You have bad breeding. GLORIA – (Smiling.) Yes mam. FAT LADY – And stop smiling. Where is the CR (comfort room)? GLORIA – CR? That’s your only problem? FAT LADY – That’s all. GLORIA – Straight ahead, then to the right. Take care, m’am. And, m’am, if you smile, you will get prettier, I promise you. FAT LADY – Are you calling me ugly? GLORIA – Yes m’am, I mean no m’am. FAT LADY – What time does Flight 215 leave? GLORIA – 230 pm, ma’m. It’s delayed. FAT LADY – Your ugly. GLORIA – I hope your plane crashes. FAT LADY – Hey, hey. Take that back. It may come true. GLORIA – No. (Oka smiles.) I will take it back on one condition. Smile. FAT LADY – What? GLORIA – Smile. FAT LADY – Please, take it back. GLORIA – I hope your plane crashes. FAT LADY – My gosh. I will cancel my flight. GLORIA – Go ahead. FAT LADY – (Long pause. Knowing she’s beaten.) Sorry, sorry, I apologize. Okay, I will smile. (She attempts to smile.) GLORIA – Not good enough. It has to be a real smile. Look at yourself. (She brings out a small mirror.) FAT LADY – (Trembling with anger.) God, what are You doing to me? GLORIA – Punishing you. Look at yourself in the mirror. FAT LADY – (She looks and is surprised at her sour face.) Oh!! (Finally, she smiles.) GLORIA – M’am, may you have a safe and happy trip. FAT LADY – Thank you. GLORIA – Mam, if you notice, no matter how cranky and abrasive you are, it didn’t bother me, right? FAT LADY – Right. GLORIA – It’s because a smile is the most powerful antidote versus hurt. I can be hurt only if I wish it, if I will it. I cannot be hurt against my will. I have to approve it. And I disapproved you. FAT LADY – Good point, young lady. You mean to say, if I smile when my husband screams at me, I win? GLORIA – Absolutely. (Fat Lady is about to leave.) Wait, m’am, another thing. Humility is the second antidote versus being hurt. When I said God is punishing you, you did not get hurt because you were humble enough to accept your error. Humility also removes the hurt. FAT LADY – Okay. You mean to say, if I admit my error to my husband instead of making an excuse … GLORIA – Yes, no more quarrel. Here you are, well-dressed, going abroad, and here I am, a lowly employee, giving you a sermon. But you accepted it. FAT LADY – Okay … humility. Here, take this. (She gives her a small bottle of hand lotion.) GLORIA – No need, m’am. FAT LADY – Take it or I will scream. (Gloria accepts it. Fat Lady smiles.) Bye. OKA – (After Fat Lady leaves.) I admire you. You even have props. GLORIA – No one clapped? OKA – There is no queue, that’s why. Look at how God works. GLORIA – Yes. He’s so great. Imagine turning abrasiveness into hand lotion. OKA – Never mind the lotion. What is more important is you changed the tigress into a lamb forever. She will lose her bad moods, because she has seen the Light. And you put her closer to her husband. Maybe you even saved her marriage in the long run. GLORIA – Wow. I can do that? OKA – You did it in a 30-second sermon. GLORIA – She has discovered the secret to life, just like I did with your help. OKA – Just keep on passing it around. You are in customer service, so you have more people to target. Me? I just go to free movies as a senior citizen. You, the world is at your fingertips. GLORIA – Yes!!!
eastwind
*********************************** The Parables of the Seed and the Yeast
the kingdom of heaven is like a mustard seed the smallest of all seeds grows into the largest of all trees so that the birds of the sky seek shelter in its lush so is our faith, which begins with baptism, when we are mere infants, and grows strong in a lifetime in the Lord the kingdom of heaven is like yeast which makes three measures of wheat flour grow five fold into bread so is our love, when we give to others we receive a hundred fold when we uplift others we uplift ourselves a hundred fold
Matthew 13:24-30 / eastwind amdg
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