Joke of the Week

Thanks to Don of New York

Raoul’s 2 cents. July 10, 2026

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Old Flames. Strange Encounters

Bob was my Math classmate in my freshman year in college in the University of the Philippines. Two years later, I was crossing the street in Washington DC and I see this familiar face headed towards me. I stared at him. He stared at me. Nah! We didn’t kiss or do anything yucky like that but we both stopped in the middle of the street and incredulously, it really was Bob! Of all the places in the world, we both wound up in the same crosswalk. Naturally, we rekindled our friendship. We became best friends. He even married my cousin. Pretty wild, huh?

I don’t think I’ll ever experience that kind of coincidence again — especially now that age has changed people’s faces. Why, I don’t even recognize the face in front of the mirror. Even when old friends send me their photos, most of them are strangers and I can’t even remember where we met. If it ever did happen we’d just stare and wait if anybody remembered anything and then walk away like dogs who bump into each other and smell each other’s butt: “Sniff, sniff! Smells familiar … yup! familiar … smell you later, buddy! Woof!”

PAST LIVES

I recently watched the American-Korean movie “Past Lives.” This Oscar-nominated tale starts in Korea with a boy and a girl who are best friends. Sadly. the girl’s family moves to America and that’s how their friendship ends. Years later, they reconnect and this is where the movie gets interesting because as I was watching the movie, I had flashes of Déjà Vu: “Strange … did I see this movie before? Why is it so familiar?”

The next day, I thumbed through my library of music sheets to play on my guitar and came across one sheet that gave me pause. It was a draft of a song I had heard a long long time ago. I was fresh out of college and sitting at my desk in my first official job as an Art Director for a small guitar company in New York City. Michael Dadap, a well-known Filipino guitarist came to test some guitars. As he played some classical pieces, he said he was working on a Tagalog song about two former sweethearts who bump into each other in the middle of the street. Although unfinished, the song and the story played like a movie and lingered in my head for days … for weeks … months. No wonder Past Lives sounded so familiar.

Over the years, I’ve tried to reach Michael to find out if he ever completed the song but he disappeared from the face of the earth. In time, I decided to finish the song with fresh Tagalog and English lyrics and even tried to sing it with some friends. But somehow, I just couldn’t find the right mix of musical talent to produce the arrangement in my head.

As I held my scribbled song sheet I decided I’d use SUNO AI (the most popular music-composing app) to help me create the soundtrack. It wasn’t easy. SUNO couldn’t understand many of my “prompts” (ie. AI commands). It took me eight versions to get close to what I had in mind. In the end, I was pleasantly surprised how good SUNO was (you should try it) … it even sang Tagalog phrases with the proper accent and intonation. (BTW, if you subscribe to SUNO, you now own the rights to your creation).

Click on the video below to hear the song in YouTube. Turn on the closed caption option for an English translation. Let me know what you think. Someone said it was sentimental and sweet. If you like it, give me a thumbs up and please share the video. I think many people will relate to this.

REALITY CHECK

Romantic as these old encounters may sound, in real life they may result into sticky situations. Back in the days, I was part of a troubadour band and we had some fans. Recently, after singing in front of a crowd, a lady came up to me and she had this big expectant smile. “Remember me?” she said. I stared at her and nothing clicked. Then I saw her face begin to wither. I realized she must have been one of my fans. What was I to do? Tell her the truth that she was an insignificant part of my life? I smiled back and said “Of course I know you. You used to watch us every time we performed, didn’t you?” Her smile came back and, whether she believed me or not, she walked away with hearts floating in the air and holding on to her dignity.

I rarely go to Facebook. I don’t like the way Zuckerberg has access to people’s lives and how he manipulates the algorithms to our subconscious. Did you know that everything you post in social media (even pictures and videos) belong to these social media companies? It’s the price you pay for their free service. More than the spying, FB is a tempting playground because I heard it connected many past relationships which sadly resulted in several broken marriages. Stop playing with fire, kiddo!

I do remember meeting and dating the prettiest woman in the world. Once I met her, I never let her go. Hard to believe that, out of all the people in the world, my wife chose me. And, by the grace of God, we’ve stayed together for four decades.This for me is the most important encounter of all.

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Quotes of the week

“Can we go back to using Facebook for what it was originally for – looking up exes to see how fat they got?” —  Bill Maher

“Just the way it never rains when you have an umbrella, you’ll never run into people if you look fantastic. But go outside in pajamas, and you’ll run into every ex you have.”— Tim Gunn

“If you don’t leave your past in the past, it will destroy your future. 
Live for what today has to offer, not for that yesterday has taken away.” — Anonymous

“I’ve written songs about things like burning my ex-boyfriend’s pictures… I’ve written songs about the times that I’ve been hurt by love. But then one day I woke up and realized that I had hurt somebody… And so, I wrote this song to tell him I’m sorry”— Taylor Swift

“Sadly enough, the most painful goodbyes are the ones that are left unsaid and never explained.”— Jonathan Harnisch

“If you take the ‘L’ out of LOVER. Its OVER” — Anonymous

“Husbands, love your wives, as Christ loved the church and gave himself up for her.” — Ephesians 5:25

“For you have been called to live in freedom, my brothers and sisters. But don’t use your freedom to satisfy your sinful nature. Instead, use your freedom to serve one another in love. For the whole law can be summed up in this one command: ‘Love your neighbor as yourself’.” —Galatians 5:14

Memes of the Week

Thanks to Bob of Los Angeles

Thanks to Sandy of Whittier, CA

Thanks to Norm of Encino, CA

Thanks to Jonathan of New York

Thanks to Tom of Pasadena, CA

Thanks to Estella of Manila, Philippines

I found these

My good friend (and jokester) Terry and I came up with these:

I hope I got you to smile.
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Raoul’s 2 cents for July 3, 2026

Challenging the Status Quo

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I like honest, original, creative films where the director takes the audience to a different world — a matrix world that runs parallel to our reality. Pride and Prejudice is such a movie. To be honest, I never read the book, and I thought it was a chick flick (probably still is). I watched it because it was the movie choice of the women around me. I would have rather watched a blood and guts action movie.

Yeah, yeah, there was pompous dancing with embroidered hairstyles, upper-class British conversations — boring girly stuff. But then a scene of the heroine walking in the meadows came up. The scene lingered for what seemed like an eternity. Why did Joe Wright, the director, waste so much time on that? I realized the sophistication of this director. My antenna went up. He was a master storyteller who used all the tools of movie-making: cinematography, screenplay, music, acting, pacing — this was a celluloid masterpiece. In that subtle scene, the director told me that most civilizations walked at that time. No horses, no cars … people just walked for miles and miles. Only the rich had the luxury of moving to and fro without straining their muscles and perspiring (especially with all those layered clothing). The director was showing us class distinctions. This was the society Jane Austen (the author of the book the movie was based on) was born to in 1775 — a British society composed of the upper class, the lower class, and the middle class who struggled to climb up the social ladder. That was the status quo. Whether you’re born rich or poor you shut up and accept it.

Meanwhile, an Atlantic ocean away, George Washington and patriotic Americans were struggling for independence from England. The English empire believed they had every right to siphon off the wealth of these low life colonials in order for the British elites to continue to languor in early retirement mode. “How dare these Americans complain? We are the mother land. They serve us. Don’t they realize we have our own class struggles at home? Why break the status quo?”

This is why Jefferson’s inclusion of the phrase “inalienable rights” in the Constitution is so profound: Even if others don’t consider you their equal, their opinion cannot stop your right to live as you wish (just don’t step on the other person’s rights as well). Even if they don’t consider you human, in God’s eyes, you are. Can you read this article? Good! You’re human! Can you give me the square root of 741776 divided by 742026 in 3 seconds? Hello! You’re a robot! And sorry — you don’t have inalienable rights.

Disputes are inevitable in even the best societies. I’m currently dealing with parking issues in my neighborhood. I’m the president of the association. And, if you have neighbors, you know the small-scale Constitutional drama that comes with it. We’ve got the hot heads, the Yes Men and the legal experts. I’ve long wanted to withdraw from the responsibility and live a comfortable life and tend to my sheep and grow tilapia (in my dreams) but they keep on pulling me back in. Looky here! I’m George Washington in Bermuda shorts with British Cardigan and Pembroke Welsh corgis. No wonder I can appreciate what George did for us. I guess conflicts follow you everywhere. What I’ve learned is to determine what’s good for everyone, to be fair and consistent. And if they don’t behave — “Off with their heads!” Not.

This coming Independence Day holds more meaning to me now that I’ve watched many of the historical videos with new interest. I admire our heroes. Wish I could say the same about the British. Sorry Jane Austen, but you guys stepped on our inalienable rights.

Go grill those burgers and give a toast to 250 years of independence. Let’s honor those brave (yet imperfect) men who changed the British status quo and started the most ambitious political experiment the world has ever known. In God we trust.

But this is just me. TGIF people!

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Quotes of the week

“British people would die for their right to drink themselves to death.” — John Oliver

“The British are brave people. They can face anything, except lions, their mothers, reality.” — George Mikes

“British people don’t express themselves when they are with someone, at home, in pain. They don’t think it’s elegant.” — Monica Bellucci

“When you’re born you get a ticket to the freak show. When you’re born in America, you get a front row seat.” — George Carlin

“Americans will put up with anything provided it doesn’t block traffic.” — Dan Rather

“What then shall we say to these things? If God is for us, who is against us?” — Romans 8:31

“The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy. I came that they may have life and have it abundantly.” — John 10:10

“But he said to me, ‘My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.’ Therefore I will boast all the more gladly of my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may rest upon me. For the sake of Christ, then, I am content with weaknesses, insults, hardships, persecutions, and calamities. For when I am weak, then I am strong.” — 2 Corinthians 12:9-10

Memes of the Week

Thanks to Bob of Los Angeles

Thanks to Sandy of Whittier, CA

Thanks to Barbara of Pasadena. CA

Thanks to Jonathan of New York

Thanks to Joel of Alhambra, CA

Thanks to Doug of Boston, MA

Thanks to Norm of Encino, CA

Thanks to Estella of Manila, Philippines

I found these

My good friend (and jokester) Terry and I came up with these:

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Thanks to Wyne of Mandaluyong, Philippines

Raoul’s 2 cents

George

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He did it again. Tonka, our Corgi did it again! He swallowed something that upset his system. He started throwing up several times during the day until there was just bile coming out. My wife rushed him to the hospital while I waited at home with Tinker, his sister corgi. My wife had to wait there for hours. And, when it was finally our turn, the veterinarian called with all sorts of questions about where Tonka went and what he ate.

Have you ever talked to a Vet before? Do they all talk like Kindergarten teachers? I felt I was in Sesame Street talking to Big Bird.
VET: “Do you really think it’s a good idea to see Tonka inside the back room? When he sees you and you say in English you’ll be coming back, he won’t understand why Mommy is leaving him again.”
ME: “Don’t worry Doctor Doolittle. It’s already too late. Tonka has been a nervous wreck ever since we snatched him from his real Mommy. He’s already a serial killer!”

I tell you, if you are contemplating getting a dog — don’t! Sure, they’re cute and adorable and they elevate your self-confidence to narcissistic levels BUT …

• they need to be fed,
• you need to give them a walk in the middle of your busy day so they can poop and pee,
• their fur and dog smell permeate your once beautiful home,
• veterinarians and pet food manufacturers get richer as you grow poorer,
• Annoying as they can be, you still develop strong emotional attachments
• and the worst part is — THEY DIE!
• 15 years max and — THEY DIE!
• All that dog food and dog toys suddenly useless because — THEY DIE!
• Guess who’s going to be the nervous wreck?

Dog-sitting Tinker was going to take hours so I decided to watch Youtube on TV while I prepared dinner. Somehow, a 3.5 hour documentary of The Boring Life of George Washington popped up. I realized that I didn’t really know that much about US history or Washington. I’ve heard bits and pieces about him like his chopping down the cherry tree and his wooden teeth … but I didn’t grow up in an American Grade School; so I let the video play — and boy was I blown away! No joke. I am so so amazed at President Washington.

I DIDN’T KNOW

• I didn’t know of his insecurities because his father favored George’s half-brother whom he groomed to be among the aristocracy in England.
• I didn’t know he was a successful cartographer, turned real estate mogul, turned farmer, turned international trader, turned local magnate, turned disillusioned entrepreneur, turned revolutionist, turned politician.
• I didn’t know Martha was a widow with 2 kids and that she was uber wealthy. (George was a Gold Digger)
• I didn’t know George was a towering six feet 3 inches tall. Hubba hubba! No wonder Martha fell for him.
• He suffered a few war losses which prompted him to read about war strategies.
• The Continental Army was composed of amateur soldiers who were mostly simple farmers. George had a knack for choosing the best officers to accomplish his vision and shape his ragtag army to battle the most powerful armada in the world.
• There were internal political factions because many were still loyal to the English crown. (So many parallels to today’s politics). His quiet, humble demeanor masked his calculating strategy that won the respect of his peers.
• Finally, he was offered the crown but he refused to be king.

The Youtube AI-generated video used annoying repetitious descriptions and strange painterly AI visuals, but I was captivated. One man probably put this together (the writing, the video editing, etc.) so bravo to his efforts. The video has definitely changed my admiration for George Washington. He deserves all those buildings, streets and schools that are named after him. What a perfect way to prepare me for America’s upcoming 250th Anniversary this July 4th.

I also watched short fun historical YouTube clips about the other heroes of that era produced by Prager University. (Full disclosure: The presentation is apolitical but the writers have a right wing viewpoint). America has much to be proud of thanks to the Judeo-Christian values and sacrifices of our forefathers. They gave everything (some lost everything) in the hopes that our generation will preserve this great political experiment. They gave us all the ingredients … we just need to follow the recipe.

AFTER THOUGHT 1
Of course, I’m aware other countries have their own stories of valor and I’m certainly interested to learn about them. What would be truly interesting is to compare perspectives from both the winning and losing sides — “the thrill of victory, and the agony of defeat.” I encourage you to watch these videos. It may inspire you to soar like eagles.

AFTER THOUGHT 2
I was never a fan of history until I started reading the Bible. (True story!) It started me pointing at maps and imagining what it would have been like to live in those arid places, to talk to these spiritual legends and to look under the rug for hidden lessons. It made me appreciate the blessings we have and wonder why God put us where we are today.

AFTER THOUGHT 3
Well, I guess there is one good reason to have a dog after all. Tonka forced me to watch a boring history of the great President George Washington.

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Quotes of the Week

“In America, anyone can become president. That’s the problem.” — George Carlin

“If we must die, we die defending our rights.” — Chief Sitting Bull

“America is a country of inventors, and the greatest of inventors are the newspaper men.” — Alexander Graham Bell

“America is the only country that went from barbarism to decadence without civilization in between.” — Oscar Wilde

“America will never be destroyed from the outside. If we falter and lose our freedoms, it will be because we destroyed ourselves.” — Abraham Lincoln

“Turn from evil and do good; then you will dwell in the land forever.
For the LORD loves the just and will not forsake his faithful ones. Wrongdoers will be completely destroyed; the offspring of the wicked will perish.
The righteous will inherit the land and dwell in it forever.” — Psalm 37:27-29

“Do not take revenge, my dear friends, but leave room for God’s wrath, for it is written: “It is mine to avenge; I will repay,” says the Lord.” — Romans 12:19

“This is what the LORD Almighty said: ‘Administer true justice; show mercy and compassion to one another.” — Zechariah 7:9

Memes of the Week

Thanks to James of Los Angeles, CA

Thanks to Art of Sierra Madre, CA

Thanks to Barbara of Pasadena. CA

Thanks to Jamie of La Habra, Ca

Thanks to Joel of Alhambra, CA

Thanks to Doug of Boston, MA

Thanks to Carlos of San Diego, CA

Thanks to Estella of Manila, Philippines

I found these

My good friend (and jokester) Terry and I came up with these:
I hope I got you to smile.

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Joke of the Week

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Original Artwork by Raoul Pascual

Raoul’s 2 cents

Caricatures of Life

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It is caricature week for me at my church during our Annual Summer Adventure Week where I am stationed at the Parent’s Lounge.I don’t know why but when I’m drawing people’s faces, I am transformed into their Father Confessor. They open up their lives to me. Couples share how they met and what they do.

I met a librarian who told me they have historical books not open to the public — 1st editions and drafts of famous books. (Remind me to steal those books later.) His wife studied in Washington DC and dreamed of writing national policies but children came, and she decided to be a stay-at-home Mom. There was an electrical engineer from Cuba who pointed upwards and said he designs the lamp posts in the city. His wife who is from the Dominican Republic got so excited when we talked about poverty around the world and said that in Cuba, they are so hard up that mothers wash and reuse disposable diapers. Ken is a classically-trained guitarist who carries a guitar pick wherever he goes in case he has an opportunity to perform. Nehemiah comes from an African village who suffered a whole year waiting to be reunited with family while he finishes his studies at Biola. Eleazer showed me a video of his dangerous work: hauling crude oil from the oil rigs around the city.

Moms and grandmoms posed with their little ones. And for the kids who could converse, I encouraged them with tips about life choices in an AI world. A teenager dreamed of being a professional basketball player but he didn’t grow tall so he shifted to soccer. In case he doesn’t make it professionally he wants to be a pilot. A strict grandma bribed her kids to get good grades and fined them if they didn’t. Today her kids are successful but she thinks she overdid her discipline because when she warned them of the dangers of an early marriage she didn’t expect they’d still be unmarried today. A radiant smile of a lady with two young kids hid her hardships as a single Mom. A Dad had his adopted twin kids jumping all over him yet the joy of having children never left him. Aren’t these diverse stories of so many people amazing? Many have told me that the caricatures I have done for them years ago still hang in their walls reminding them of what they were going through when we talked.

FUTURISTIC ARTWORK
Because of these encounters, I’m imagining I’m Tom Cruise in the movie “Minority Report” where I move colors around in this floating touch screen monitor — each smile, each story is like a splash of paint in this huge canvass of civilization. I’m waiting for the technology to allow me to create this multi-dimensional tapestry where touching each unique pigment tells a story that branches out to the stages of different lives complete with the music, movies and books they grew up with. Looking sideways, my digital sculpture will open up their ancestry. And the really cool thing is discovering how all the different races are connected to the original 8 people who survived the great flood. At the end of the journey, my artwork will narrow it all down to Adam and Eve. At the base of this his ginormous art piece will be the giant hand of God — He’s got the whole world in his hands! — get it?

Indeed, we are all related, each of our lives intentionally and lovingly placed — (with our own unique circumstances) by a Creator. We are free to make our own choices — good and bad. Some of us born rich, some poor, some loved, others maltreated. Some equipped with ten fingers and toes, others blind or handicapped. Have you ever wondered why God created so much beauty, diversity and even suffering? I’ve stopped questioning and suggesting a better approach to any of His decisions. I believe in a God of love, whose ways go beyond my understanding. I also understand there are consequences to our decisions and those who came before us. I’m sorry if you are going through tough times, but won’t you stop comparing and look upwards? (I know it’s more easily said than done). Accept that life wasn’t meant to be fair but to be a challenge leading back to our Creator. Though many try to be independent of Him, that was not part of the plan.

Of course this is just me. TGIF people!

Quotes of the week

“We were married for better or worse. I couldn’t have done better, and she couldn’t have done worse.” — Henry Youngman

“Marry a man your own age; as your beauty fades, so will his eyesight.” — Phyllis Diller

“No, please, don’t eat me. I have a wife and kids. Eat them!” — Homer Simpson

“Nothing better than spending an entire morning staring into my baby daughter’s eyes, whispering, ‘I can’t do this’.” — Ryan Reynolds

“I hate when new parents ask who the baby looks like. It was born 15 minutes ago, it looks like a potato.” — Kevin Hart

“For this child I prayed, and the Lord has granted me my petition that I made to him.” — Samuel 1: 27

“Be completely humble and gentle; be patient, bearing with one another in love.” — Ephesians 4:2

“Let the children come to me, and do not hinder them, for to such belongs the kingdom of God. Truly, I say to you, whoever does not receive the kingdom of God like a child shall not enter it.” — Luke 18: 15

Memes of the Week

Thanks to James of Los Angeles, CA

Thanks to Art of Sierra Madre, CA

Thanks to Barbara of Pasadena. CA

Thanks to Brett of Alhambra, CA

Thanks to Joel of Alhambra, CA

Thanks to Tom of Pasadena, CA

Thanks to Norm of Encino, CA

I found these

My good friend (and jokester) Terry and I came up with these:
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JOKE OF THE WEEK

Thanks to James of Los Angeles, CA

Raoul’s 2 cents

The Gift of Healing

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Every week I spend a lot of time wondering what I would share in this TGIF email. Sometimes the topic just hits me and writing magically comes alive. Other times the topic only arrives just before my Friday midnight deadline. Most often I have no idea where the story is going and just allow it to proceed to its logical conclusion. As I write this very article, I have no idea where this story will take me.

As I was walking our dogs, I see my neighbor’s right hand wrapped in fresh bandages. She had just had a carpal tunnel operation. I told her she should have gone to a chiropractor but she responded that she had already been to chiropractors, acupuncturists, etc.but none helped. She didn’t want any further discussion as she headed straight to her home. Too bad. If she had cared to listen, I would have shared my own experience.

Before smart pads and touch screens became a fad, I used to awkwardly draw with my computer mouse (ergonomically a bad idea). It wasn’t long until I started to feel sharp pain … as if a vein or two had fallen out of place. I asked a nurse friend what to do. She said take pain-killers and get one of those adjustable wrist braces. It wasn’t a cure. It only covered the problem. It was either that or I would need an operation. Worry occupied my thoughts.

A few days later, as I joined a business breakfast meeting, Dr. Mark the Chiropractor, noticed the “trophy” on my hand. He knew exactly what was going on and, with my permission, he discarded my brace, massaged my wrist – up, down and sideways for about 5 minutes. Did it hurt? Well, yeah!! Of course it did! 😫 But after a few days my pain was completely gone … and it has never returned.

There were two other recent instances here in Los Angeles when gifted hands removed my pain. One was on my left shoulder and the other was on my sciatica. I am totally convinced there is something Western medicine can learn from centuries-old Eastern treatments like chiropractic, acupuncture, deep tissue massage, etc. The comparison is similar to using an abacus vs long multiplication. Of course, not all these eastern experts are the same. Some are better than others. Some chiropractors specialize in the spine while others specialize in fingers. (Dr. Mark was so good, he walloped a dislocated hip of a race horse back in place). I think the really good doctors are born with the gift of healing.

MANGHIHILOT

In the Philippines, there are healers called “manghihilot” (pronounced: Mang Hee Hee Lowt) which literally means “The Mender.” Superstition says: if a person is born in the breach position (ie. the baby comes out of the mother with legs first) that’s a sure sign that person is a born-manghihilot whether he/she realizes it or not. Pretty wild, huh? But so far (at least in my experience) this prerequisite has proven to be accurate.

Growing up, there used to be a manghihilot in any given town. None of them had any formal training but they were able to heal … usually with just one session. Typically, they never charged for their services because, if they did, God would remove their power to heal 😳. It is left to the patient’s discretion to pay any amount that feels right — which explains why none of the healers ever got wealthy. (Oh, but the fake ones did get rich! 👺)

THE PROCEDURE

When one gets sprained, one either goes to the healer or the healer makes house calls. After rubbing the area with coconut oil, the healer feels the bones and knows exactly which ones to put back in alignment. Then the healer wraps that area with guava leaves … topping it off with a cloth bandage to keep the leaves in place and to allow the sprain to breathe. Soon the sprain turns purple — partly from the sap of the leaves and partly from the internal battle of the veins mending in place. I have had several “fixes” from different healers growing up because I played a lot of basketball.

In another world, I believe I could have been a healer. I think it’s in my DNA. My grandfather was a doctor. But he never got rich from his practice. In fact, he got poor because of it. My noble granddad studied medicine to cure people … not to make money. So many of his patients were poor. They would pay him with chickens and pigs — good for the tummy, but bad for the wallet (this obviously didn’t make my grandmother happy). Maybe this is why none of his children ever ambitioned to become a doctor. 

Did you know I give a good massage? Nobody taught me … it comes naturally. I never took anatomy classes but I just have an inherent understanding where muscles should go.  One time, my little pinky was hit so hard by a basketball that the 2 outer bone segments landed on top of the 3rd segment. I looked at it in shock and, before the pain set in, I held my breath, and pulled the bones back in place. Yup! I really did!  😬

If you had the gift of healing, would you keep it a secret? If you had the cure for cancer, wouldn’t you want to share that to the world even if it meant being ridiculed by scoffers? Maybe this is why I share my Christian faith so easily. It’s a different kind of healing for sure … a spiritual one. Go ahead, throw stones at me if you like but that’s what I believe. I don’t force it to any one but I am always available to share. 

Okay, that’s it! End of today’s lesson! Pass your papers!  I didn’t know where this story was leading to but somehow it just landed here. You can go back to your normal life now. TGIF people!

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Quotes of the week

“Be careful about reading health books. You may die of a misprint.” — Mark Twain

“Health nuts are going to feel stupid someday, lying in hospitals dying of nothing.” — Redd Foxx

“It’s no longer a question of staying healthy. It’s a question of finding a sickness you like.” — Jackie Mason?

“I am dying with the help of too many physicians.” — Alexander the Great

“He heals the brokenhearted and bandages their wounds.” — Psalm 147: 2

“My wayward children,” says the Lord, “come back to me, and I will heal your wayward hearts” — Jeremiah 3:22

“Then Jesus said, ‘Come to me, all of you who are weary and carry heavy burdens, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you. Let me teach you, because I am humble and gentle at heart, and you will find rest for your souls.'” — Matthew 11: 28-29

Memes of the Week

Thanks to James of Los Angeles, CA

Thanks to Art of Sierra Madre, CA

Thanks to Barbara of Pasadena. CA

Thanks to Joel of Alhambra, CA

Thanks to Jacob of Whittier, CA

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America: Land of the Blessings

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My wife and I waited for our grandson to be dismissed from his last day of Middle School. Earlier, his older brother celebrated his Promotion Day (from Middle School to High School) with several academic medals hanging from his neck. It was a proud morning.

As I stared at the school campus with the American flag and the California flag waving at us, I turned to my wife and said: “Doesn’t this school remind you of the first time we registered our kids to an American school?” Our son’s first friend was a Hispanic kid named Carlo. They had just met but they played around the campus like best buds. (That was their first and last time to play together because they wound up in different school districts.) We fondly remember that happy day because we knew that assimilating to the culture was going to be easy. Looking far beyond, where the clouds merged with the majesty of the Sierra Madre Mountains, I thanked God for allowing us to be here. With tears, we left friends, family and church to start this adventure.

The 15 hour flight aboard Northwest Airlines was the first time our kids rode an airplane. We were allowed to bring 10 huge boxes of favorite toys, videotapes and lots and lots of clothes. In retrospect, we shouldn’t have bothered because they were practically rags compared to the quality of US garments. People at the airport stared at our family as we rolled 5 carts through the maze of LAX but I didn’t care. I recall my brother in Washington DC exclaimed “the Eagle has landed!” Indeed, it was like we had stepped on the moon.

It was a small miracle that all of this junk fit in my father’s Nissan Van: “Welcome to America … welcome to your new home!” A feeling of disbelief overwhelmed us as the van navigated towards the four-lane 10 freeway. “America is so big! Look at those tall buildings! Look at all those brand-new cars! Look at how fast everyone’s driving! Smell the clean air! There are McDonalds everywhere!

My parents prepared a spare room … a tiny room just big enough to fit one king-sized mattress on the floor and a dresser. (Don’t we need mosquito nets? Where are the mosquitoes?) Our family of 5 lived there for a few months until my wife pushed us to rent an apartment in the hopes that we would find a decent income. She eventually started as a bookkeeper while I worked for a very small graphic design shop. Even though I was hardly paid enough, I enjoyed my work and was grateful for any kind of job. I was too happy being here in America. I didn’t understand labor rates, living costs, insurance, health benefits, taxes, and the US economy. My dreams were simple.

One of the first things we searched for was a good church. It was funny how fellow Filipinos suggested we go to an all-Filipino church to feel more at home (which we did for a while) but we enjoyed discovering other cultures … we came here to assimilate into the culture. We deliberately instructed our kids to make friends with all kinds of ethnicities.

Our first church was the First Baptist Church of Alhambra, California. The congregation doted over us. They gave us furniture and clothes, taught us where the discounts were and they invited us to their homes. They taught us what Americans do for Memorial Day weekend, Super Bowl Sunday, the 4th of July, Halloween, Thanksgiving, Black Friday Sales, Christmas, New Year, Easter, and Summer Camp vacations. In turn, we taught Sunday School and helped out in the church. We learned how Caucasians, other Asians, Blacks and Hispanics lived. Each group did things differently for sure — ate different food, dressed differently and spoke differently. Different meant diversity in a good rich way. We were color blind and proud of it.

TODAY

Our kids are grown up now. They all have well-paying jobs. Our grand kids are older than our kids when we first arrived. We have lived here longer than we had lived in the Philippines. We have food. We have cars. We have a home. We are living the American dream. We are headed down the mountain of success and walking towards the sunset.

To be part of America is an honor I will never take for granted. That’s why I am amazed at the arrogance of some immigrants. Wants are now demands. Blessings are now expectations. They forget the little miracles that led them up the mountain. They compare the mountains above and below. Never satisfied. Always looking for a fight. They don’t recognize my America.

America — the land of free speech and ideas. A land established by Judeo-Christian values. What other country passes its blessings to the rest of the world like America? Someone asked me why I spend so much time preparing for this Friday email. I don’t do it for the money. It is my part to pass the blessings I do not deserve.

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Quotes of the week

“The White House looked into a plan that would allow illegal immigrants to stay in the United States. The plan called for a million Mexicans to marry a million of our ugliest citizens.” — Dennis Miller

“The police pulled me over and asked me if I have anything illegal in my car. I looked at my cousin and I ran.” — Felipe Esparza

“Do you know what a foreign accent is? It’s a sign of bravery.” — Amy Chua, Battle Hymn of the Tiger Mother

“I received a letter just before I left office from a man. I don’t know why he chose to write it, but I’m glad he did. He wrote that you can go to live in France, but you can’t become a Frenchman. You can go to live in Germany or Italy, but you can’t become a German, an Italian. He went through Turkey, Greece, Japan and other countries. But he said anyone, from any corner of the world, can come to live in the United States and become an American.” — Ronald Reagan

“The Lord bless you and keep you; the Lord make his face to shine upon you and be gracious to you; the Lord lift up his countenance upon you and give you peace.” — Numbers 6: 24-26

“Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of lights with whom there is no variation or shadow due to change.” — James 1:17

“Fear not, for I am with you; be not dismayed, for I am your God; I will strengthen you, I will help you, I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.” — Isaiah 41:10

Memes of the Week

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Thanks to Art of Sierra Madre, CA

Thanks to Barbara of Pasadena. CA

Thanks to Tom of Pasadena, CA

Thanks to Jacob of Whittier, CA

Thanks to Norm of Encino, CA

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Legacy Shells

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A dear friend of mine sends me verses every day. This morning, he sent me a poem he wrote about grace and peace which created an image in my mind of a shell on a calm sandy beach. I was transported to my carefree childhood summer vacation — lying down on my stomach along the sandy beach, surrounded by an assortment of smoothly eroded, broken, white and pink, perforated, corals and shells. As the lapping waves pushed one shell to shore, I wondered what happened to the creature that lived in that shell. Was it eaten by some sea monster? Did it die of old age? Now, nothing’s left of the soft slimy muscle tissue of this mollusk … only the beautiful fossilized home of the snail remains as a testament that it once slithered on the ocean floor. To think that each of these other shells has a story to tell.

Most shells are tossed away because they are broken. Tiny uninteresting skeletal remains are strewn all over this coral cemetery by the sea. But the few unbroken gorgeous works of natural art that make it ashore are grabbed by collectors who display them on prominent home mantels for their beauty to be appreciated for generations.

Human shells
Aren’t our bones so similar to sea shells? Some extraordinary people transform into rooks, bishops and queens. These special ones are buried in tombs of gold in honorable display. But most of us remain as pawns in the chess game of life and our bones and ashes return to earth … remembered for a generation or two and then slowly fade away. Nothing wrong with that.

Ever wonder about your legacy? What on earth will they say at your funeral?

“Here lies Father … I guess that’s it for your Dad Jokes.”

“Goodbye Mom … your secret recipe dies with you — probably the best!”

“Goodbye dear friend. You left us too early. Next time, when the sign says ‘DO NOT TOUCH’ — do not touch!”

“Hey honey, I knew you wanted me to publish your precious poetry but I spilled coffee on the manuscript and the dog ate it … well at least the dog thought it tasted good!”

Would you want your bones preserved in “honorable display?” Not me. My wife hates it when I tell her not to spend on my funeral. “Just flush my ashes down the toilet,” I tell her, “I don’t really care. My body is just a shell.” I can just imagine my funeral scene. It’ll be great! A throng of visitors will be packed like sardines in this dinky little bathroom. “Alas poor Raoul, had it not been for his insomnia, he should have died peacefully in his sleep … instead, he died in excruciating agony with his eyes wide open.” FLUSH!

But I know my wife … she’s going to defy my orders and do something elaborate and decent. People will be forced to say good things about me so don’t believe anything they say. Honestly, I’d be happy if they simply said “Raoul loved God, loved his family and loved people. He was a follower of Christ. Well done, good and faithful servant.”

This Friday, my wife and I will be attending a funeral for the man who gave my wife her dream job. He was a slick dresser so I will honor him by wearing a suit. Sadly, I remember a brilliant businessman who was so stubborn and proud that he hurt so many people. He was looking for his family at his deathbed but only one son attended his funeral. The others refused to come.

If you were to die today, what legacy will you leave behind? What kind of shell will you be? Breakable or collectible? Forgotten or remembered? Are people surrounding you only for your money? Have you enriched the lives of others? Or do you have a lot of catching up to do? Well, what are you waiting for?

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Quotes of the week

“He always said he’d rather be late than never show up – except this time.” — Anonymous

“She claimed she’d never be caught dead in a dress – well, here we are.” — Anonymous

“Her last words were ‘Delete my browser history.'” — Anonymous

“He believed in living life like a roller coaster – lots of ups, downs, and occasional screaming.” — Anonymous

“She wanted us to remember her as she lived – slightly inappropriate and usually laughing.” — Anonymous

“And the Lord said to Jehu, ‘Because you have done well in doing what is right in My sight, and have done to the house of Ahab all that was in My heart, your sons shall sit on the throne of Israel to the fourth generation.'” — 2 Kings 10:30

“Keep your lives free from the love of money and be content with what you have, because God has said, ‘Never will I leave you; never will I forsake you.’” — Hebrews 13:5

“As for the bones of Joseph, which the people of Israel brought up from Egypt, they buried them at Shechem, in the piece of land that Jacob bought from the sons of Hamor the father of Shechem for a hundred pieces of money. It became an inheritance of the descendants of Joseph.” — Joshua 24:32

Memes of the Week

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Thanks to Art of Sierra Madre, CA

Thanks to Barbara of Pasadena. CA

Thanks to Tom of Pasadena, CA

Thanks to Jacob of Whittier, CA

Thanks to Norm of Encino, CA

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Money and the Pursuit of Happiness

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A few days ago, someone mentioned that she came from a wealthy family. She said her grandfather owned a coal mine. “What an odd statement,” I thought. Why would anyone declare she was wealthy? Why would wealth even matter? Does wealth change our relationship? Will I need to bow down and worship? The rolodex in my mind flipped through a list of the many who I consider “wealthy.” Is there anything I could learn from them?

LIFETYLES OF THE RICH AND INFLUENTIAL

• My Grade School classmate was the son of the President and their family dominated Philippine politics for decades. He never stood out in class. He was more of a reluctant heir to the throne.
• Sone of my childhood playmates were the children of an Asian monarchy (Shhh!). Their parents used to shower us with jewelry. They live very simple, hard working lives.
• My High School seatmate was soft spoken, decent, respectful and came from a poor family. He always wore the same shoes, pants and shirt every day. I knew he was smart. Today he’s a self-made millionaire, owns two high rise hotels and has a private yacht. I have many other classmates who are leaders in their technical industries.
• My older brother’s girlfriend was a direct descendant of James Fenimore Cooper (the famous frontier novelist). I believe her (old rich) family practically owns most of Cooperstown in New York state. Her family was down-to-earth, simple and accommodating. Their grandmother lived by herself in a loft in Park Avenue.
• The father of my friends in San Francisco invented cable TV. Aside from her work, she was a busy Mom caring for her son and doing menial housework. Still, she found time to serve and tour us around when we came to visit.
• My parents had friends in high places in politics and industries: Supreme Court Justices, a shipping mogul, restaurant owners, socialites, and factory owners.
• One of my closest friends is a retired oncologist who owns a mansion right beside a golf course. He loves cars. He flies private planes, is generous and always fun to be with. We would get into deep conversations.
• The father of my friend was classmates with Prime Minister Lee Kwan Yew of Singapore. His family never asked any favors. They could have been wealthy but my friend lives a very simple life.
• Another rich and humble friend co-owned a computer chip-making factory. He contracted cancer. His doctors said he could live indefinitely as long as he could afford the regular chemo. He survived for a year or two until he died suddenly of pneumonia complications.

So there are quite a few in my list and, interestingly, none of them fit the pompous aristocrat stereotype. In fact, many desire anonymity and to blend in with the rest of us peasants. They are normal people facing the same challenges of life.

“How much money does it take to make a man happy? Just one more dollar,” said John D. Rockefeller

THE DNA OF THE RICH
They say the Chinese never pay full price. They will never be happy unless they get some sort of discount. (Maybe it makes them feel superior to outdo someone.) A dear friend, who comes from a rich Filipino-Chinese family, invited me to join his brood and other wealthy friends on a road trip vacation. When we stopped over at a poor village, a throng of fruit vendors surrounded our van. A little boy dressed in rags peddled his wares in front of my friend’s mother. The heiress couldn’t help herself and haggled for a lower price. And she got her discount.

PRICE TAG OF HAPPINESS
Most people blur where wealth and happiness collide. I asked my teenage grand kids how much money they would need to be happy. And their blank stares revealed money was not important in their world. Profound! Perhaps I should go back to their monetary innocence. True, money is important … but I shouldn’t be obsessed with it. Perhaps I should trust the Lord more. After all, chasing money is just the means to the real goal of contentment. And contentment can be achieved in ways other than money. Good health, a warm embrace, a clear conscience … one doesn’t need money for any of that.

Below is an excerpt from the play “You’re a Good Man, Charlie Brown” that brings me back to the days of innocence when having money only meant being able to buy candies.

CHARLIE BROWN:
(spoken) I’m so happy! That little red-haired girl dropped her pencil—it has teeth marks all over it. She nibbles her pencil. She’s human! It hasn’t been such a bad day after all
(sung) Happiness is finding a pencil

[SNOOPY]
Pizza with sausage

[LINUS]
Telling the time

[SCHROEDER]
Happiness is learning to whistle

[LINUS]
Tying your shoe for the very first time!

[SALLY]
Happiness is playing the drums in your own school band

[CHARLIE BROWN]
And happiness is walking hand in hand

How important is money to you? Are you sure money will bring contentment? TGIF people!

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Quotes of the week

“Maybe Christmas doesn’t come from a store. Maybe Christmas perhaps means a little bit more,”

— The Grinch

“I’d like to live as a poor man with lots of money.”

— Pablo Picasso

“Money will not buy happiness, but it will let you be unhappy in nice places.”

— Anonymous

“For I don’t care too much for money, for money can’t buy me love.”

— The Beatles

“If you want to know what God thinks about money, just look at the people He gives it to.”

— Dorothy Parker

“Honor the Lord with your wealth and with the best part of everything you produce. Then he will fill your barns with grain, and your vats will overflow with good wine.”

— Proverbs 3:9-12

“While Jesus was in the Temple, he watched the rich people dropping their gifts in the collection box. Then a poor widow came by and dropped in two small coins. “I tell you the truth,” Jesus said, “this poor widow has given more than all the rest of them. For they have given a tiny part of their surplus, but she, poor as she is, has given everything she has.”

— Luke 21:1-4

“I am not saying this because I am in need, for I have learned to be content whatever the circumstances.”

— Philippians 1: 11, written by Paul while he was in prison.

Memes of the Week

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Thanks to Art of Sierra Madre, CA

Thanks to Barbara of Pasadena. CA

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Thanks to Norm of Encino, CA

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Invisible People

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Logan’s body was a tattoo artist’s canvas. Hieroglyphics were written all over his face which matched the graffiti he plastered all over his beat-up Honda sedan. Even though he went to my church, I never really got to know him … until I invited his caretaker for lunch and Logan (uninvited) tagged along. Boy, was it an eye opener!

Have you ever talked to a vagrant in the streets? I have … but those instances are few and far between. My very first encounter was an unkempt, moustached woman (in the college campus) who twirled her hair and constantly had conversations with herself … often with cigarette in hand. She never bothered anyone and nobody talked to her. We were insensitive and secretly called her the “crazy woman.”

A few years ago, I drove a friend to the ER. While waiting at the lounge, a deranged woman screamed for medication while the nurses and the other guests avoided her stare. I wanted to comfort her but feared I would not be able to retreat to my privacy. I chickened out.

A few months ago (I shared here in this TGIF email that) a homeless woman found comfort in a discarded cushioned sofa. She was putting on makeup and lighting up a cigarette. Again, I had the urge to greet her but I didn’t want to engage in a constant dole out for her addiction — an understandable (and often used) excuse, don’t you think?

So as I munched my hamburger, Logan shared his troubled homeless life. He was orphaned because he was born with physical deformities. He was transferred and abused from one foster home to another. That’s when he started his collection of tattoos and piercings. Like most self-mutilators, the physical pain countered the mental anguish that had become his normal reality. Internally he was shouting for attention so he could expose the injustice of his prison institution. But the more he disfigured himself, the more he became invisible.

Then, just before he was to undergo metal horn implants on his forehead, he found Jesus. Someone actually stepped into his world and offered love. Fast forward to the present. Logan (who was surprisingly articulate) has since shared his story on countless occasions. Mister Invisible was now speaking in front of thousands. He has even flown to faraway places to share his adventure. I never knew he was quite a humble superstar. To be honest, he still suffers physically and mentally due to the years of abuse but he is definitely improving. He has a strong sense of humor and plays tricks on his therapist. (This week he shocked his therapist by leaving a mannequin on a toilet seat). He’s a cool dude. He is currently recovering from a recent operation because his internal organs were not where they normally should have been.

SIDELINE: I apologize to some of you readers who squirm at the mention of Christ’s name but this is part of his story. In deference to you, this is all I will say about his faith.

A dear friend who recently retired in comfort confessed he is bored and has been musing over what to do in retirement. Yesterday he called with an idea to start a program to help the homeless. (What a coincidence!) He had a novel idea to address this problem (I can’t share what it is yet) so I will be pulling some people together to see if this is a viable project. Who knows? Maybe this will be the start of something big. Maybe the invisible population will start to join the rest of society. Let me know if you are interested in participating.

Until then, TGIF people!

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QUOTES OF THE WEEK

“Great fences make great neighbors, but Wi-Fi passwords make better friends.” — Anonymous

“My neighbor’s BBQ is my weekend temptation.” — Anonymous

“Living next to me should come with a disclaimer sign.” — Anonymous

“Neighbors who listen turn ordinary days into therapy.”— Anonymous

“People who are homeless are not social inadequates. They are people without homes.” — Shiela McKenzie

“We have come dangerously close to accepting the homeless situation as a problem that we just can’t solve.” — Linda Lingle

“Was I always going to be here? No I was not. I was going to be homeless at one time, a taxi driver, truck driver, or any kind of job that would get me a crust of bread. You never know what’s going to happen.” — Morgan Freeman

“Seven out of 10 Americans are one paycheck away from being homeless.” — Pras Michel

“Jesus asked the Pharisees and experts in the law, ‘Is it lawful to heal on the Sabbath or not?’ But they remained silent. So taking hold of the man, he healed him and sent him on his way. Then he asked them, ‘If one of you has a child or an ox that falls into a well on the Sabbath day, will you not immediately pull it out?’ And they had nothing to say.” — Luke 14: 3-6

“He answered, ‘Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your strength and with all your mind’; and, ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.’ ’You have answered correctly,’ Jesus replied. ‘Do this and you will live.’ But he wanted to justify himself, so he asked Jesus, ‘And who is my neighbor?’” — Luke 10: 27-29

JOKE OF THE WEEK

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MEMES of the Week

Thanks to James of Los Angeles

Thanks to Kathy of North Dakota

Thanks to Art of Sierra Madre, California

Thanks to Norm of Encino, California

Thanks to Fred of Long Beach, California

Thanks to Tom of Pasadena, CA

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Four Ladies and Me

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Last week, my wife had a board retreat in Palm Springs so I tagged along. Most of the time, when I join my wife’s work activities, I just stay in our hotel room. You see, I’m not really into traveling and I don’t really care for the long rides — be it on a boat, or in a float … in a train, or on a plane … on a van or on a tram … I do not like them, Sam I am! Nope, hate wasting my time like that. I can’t wait for Elon Musk to invent a teleportation machine and say — “beam me up Scotty!” But we are not there yet. This time I rode a tramway to the top of the world with four sweet ladies.

These ladies were the wives of the other board members who, like me, had nothing better to do. They invited me to join them ride the famous Palm Springs Aerial Tramway. So famous in fact, I had never heard of it. Although the tram is one of those slow modes of transportation, I did accept the invitation and I did enjoy their company.

As I sat in the SUV, I recalled the many occasions I had been the only male surrounded by women. I dunno, they’re comfortable with me and I’m comfortable with them. And, remarkably, it’s usually four of them. I grew up with four sisters — maybe that’s why. But being comfortable wasn’t always the case. I used to be an introvert … especially when it came to women.

GROWING UP IN AN ALL-BOYS SCHOOL
In Grade School, boys were supposed to hate girls. Remember those days? Boys were not supposed to be interested in girly things. But that changed dramatically when we hit the puberty years in High School. Those were the crazy years. We fought for independence and coolness. The rebellious ones started smoking and drinking. Suddenly I (and the rest of my pimpled classmates) started noticing the other gender. As a whole, we were truly ignorant of the female species. We didn’t know what they were interested in. How did you start a conversation? Surely they liked basketball and boxing and Kung Fu movies, right?

This is how innocent we were: I remember planning for our first dance party. Yup! We were going to meet the “enemy.” We didn’t know how to dance so the weekend before, we decided to practice. Naturally, nobody knew how. However, my best friend, Fernando, came up with this weird dance move where we created an imaginary square and where we stepped on the edges of the square in a clockwise motion and just wiggled our arms around. We thought that was better than nothing. You should have seen us on the actual dance floor counting 1-2-3-4 … 1-2-3-4 … like robots. I think the girls thought it was a new dance craze.

First year of college was exciting. For the first time, we were going to school with these mysterious creatures. Many of the girls had similarly come from all-girl schools so both sexes were discovering the other. You could have seen the hormones flying. And this was the first time I found myself with 4 women friends. I don’t know how it happened but it did. They were the pretty “mean girls” and I was the token boy. There was no romance. We just enjoyed hanging out. I have long lost my connection with any of them. In later years I’ve had similar clumps of women friends — also without any romance. And I have no idea where they are now. Do you know of any other groups like mine? Was this common?

BACK TO THE PRESENT
You would think that, with all my “extensive experience” with women friends, that I’d be an expert in understanding these creatures, but no. Women are still as unpredictable as ever. In fact, I just recently lost a dear friend because of something I said. Not even sure what I said but it hurt her deeply. Instead of helping, I made things worse. Some “expert,” right? (Or is this not a guy and gal thing but a “people” thing?) One of the problems is men want women to be more like men and women want men to be more like women. And, when men treat women like men, they find out they should have treated them like women. Confused? Well, so am I.

It’s Mother’s Day this coming Sunday. To all you mothers out there (in behalf of all of the men) thank you for putting up with us. We may not understand you and you may drive us crazy but you did a heck of a job raising our kids (better than we could have alone) and you make the world fun and exciting!

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QUOTES OF THE WEEK

“So God created man in his own image, in the image of God he created him; male and female he created them.” — Genesis 1:27

“Men are like a fine wine. They all start out like grapes, and it’s our job to stomp on them and keep them in the dark until they mature into something you’d like to have dinner with.” — Jill Shalvis

“When women are depressed, they eat or go shopping. Men invade another country. It’s a whole different way of thinking.” — Elayne Boosler

“Being a woman is a terribly difficult task, since it consists principally in dealing with men.” — Joseph Conrad

“Then the Lord God said, “It is not good that the man should be alone; I will make him a helper fit for him.” — Genesis 2:18

“However, let each one of you love his wife as himself, and let the wife see that she respects her husband.” — Ephesians 5:33

JOKE OF THE WEEK

Thanks to Joe of Los Angeles, CA

MEMES of the Week

Thanks to James of Los Angeles

Thanks to Kathy of North Dakota

Thanks to Art of Sierra Madre, California

Thanks to Norm of Encino, California

Thanks to Barbara of Pasadena, California

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