I’m neither a Preacher nor a Saint; I’ve never been to Rome or in Jerusalem. There is no trace of pontifical blood in my veins for I have come from a nation where heroes are shaped by their faith and belief; a brown race from Asia, I am a Filipino, from the Philippines.
And now I’m in the Middle East not as a Missionary but as a struggling Overseas Filipino Worker (OFW) dispersed in the foreign land because of the escalating hunger and poverty in my beloved Land.
Battling the harsh weather conditions and blending with the unique Arab culture, my 17 years as diasporas has engraved into my heart the countless tales of sacrifices of my “kababayan” and their heroic stories as Migrant Filipinos as a foreign partner in building and developing a nation not only of its host country but the world’s civilization; as PEBA termed it “Hope of the Nation, Gift to the World”.
At present I am a Statistician in Qatar’s military organization; my mind was riveted in the cyclic motion of numbers and digits giving life and scientific interpretations beyond its raw data linking the past and the present and charting the future.
During the winter night of mid-January of 2009, in my effort to fight depression and insanity, I found myself curving my niche in the blogging world choosing Palipasan as my abode in Blogspot community. It is here I discover the therapeutic relief of writing, the free flow of thoughts and personal expressions on the realities of life being transformed into a new hybrid form of literature called blog.
As I begin my journey in the borderless world of blogging, like an unrecognized voice from the wilderness, I will not talk about “I, Me, and Myself”, but I will be speaking about faith, hope and love and this blog is about YOU, the OFWs and the Filipinos around the world who takes pride of being a Pinoy.
Life is Beautiful, Keep on Believing.