Magic #18 – Hope and cheer after a tragedy

Adept in drawing interiors and bold enough to try making portraits using sign pens, Gidelle is suffering from a debilitating disease. Weak and emaciated, now she can’t walk, is in pain, and getting worse. The 12-year-old may not even reach 20.

Thus it was with awe at her cheerfulness and strong spirit that I let Gidelle use my sign pen to do a sketch of my colleague.  Smiling shyly, she was focused on what she was doing, as if the illustration meant her meaning in the world, as if  it was the only way she could make people other than her family happy. When the portrait was done, she couldn’t suppress a giggle of satisfaction — and I a sigh of shame for myself and my petty concerns.

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Here was a girl, whose house was lost to typhoon Pablo (Bopha) last December, whose simple wish of going to school is shattered by her illness, and whose world is limited only to how far her father could bring her — and yet she still managed to be happy. Perhaps she was pressured by circumstance to look happy when we were there to interview her (my organization gave her the wheelchair). But if that were so, then she’s a very good actress as well. I seriously doubt it was just a front.

While by her cheerfulness she gave me hope, I also tried to leave her some advice that (I hope) may make her happier. Because she likes drawing, and has all the time in the world to make artworks, she can try to draw as many illustrations as she can. I suggested that she illustrate stories she enjoys. She could become a published illustrator, I told her. (And in that way, I thought, she’d be remembered long after she passes on: she’d be in people’s heart as the girl who drew and fought discouragement with a smile on her face and crayons in her hands.)

So, if you have art stuff to spare, or coloring books (she likes those), just ask me how to reach her. I plan to send her some as well. Because, really, making some people happy is very easy.

Magic #17 – Overcoming disabilities

I’m convinced all of us are persons with disabilities.

Ten-year-old Karen*, who has double cleft lips and some missing fingers, demonstrated how my able hands were no match to her overflowing enthusiasm in playing volleyball.

Tara, laro tayo! [Let’s play!]” She was coaxing me to the court.

It was the paralympics part of my organization’s National Disability Prevention and Rehabilitation Week celebration. Earlier, Karen and a few other members of the group of PWDs in her small Rizal town were playing with her.

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It happened so fast. Persons with disabilities play volleyball.

Ashamed, I declined. I really didn’t know how to play the sport decently. And I saw Karen’s amused disappointment. –Wait, was that furtive glance pity? Am I the one being pitied now?

Karen let the ball bounce on her hands a few times and then it hit me — no, not the ball, but the thought that, really, we all have some “disability”. Karen has hers, I have mine, and I’m certain you, dear reader, have yours as well. So it becomes really unfair to say disability is limited to physical or mental impairments. It can be attitudinal and behavioral as well. Take, for example, the bigot who could not see the dignity of one who is paraplegic or one who is in a vegetative state. Or one who could see the value of one living bacterium in Mars (if there’s any) and yet not see the person that is yet a zygote.

But then, probably the most “disabling” thing out there is fear. I feared playing volleyball at that moment for reasons mundane to personal; now I feel stupid. But yes, fear debilitates — and it must, because it can, be overcome. I’m pretty sure Karen used to fear playing volleyball at first. But she defeated herself and whoever didn’t believe in her.

Now this leads me to a further thought on Karen and other persons with disabilities. Man, they have mettle and skills some of us could never get! Frankly, it’s a shame we used to call them “the disabled” or “the handicapped” — as if that’s all they can ever be and do: to not be able.

Thankfully, now we see all that discriminatory outlook on PWDs dwindling. Because, really, everyone is capable: just give them the chance and opportunities that all human beings deserve (thus all these “accessibility” and “inclusive” efforts happening in public institutions). That way, disabilities in the technical sense can truly be overcome.

* not her real name

Magic #16 – The food blog that isn’t

So why not have a blog about my cooking adventures?

That’s just what I did. But the blog still has only two posts — though I already have more in the pipeline.

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Since I started living on my own, I’d been cooking various stuff and sometimes bought the fancy ingredients and herbs I often see in fancy food blogs, magazines, TV shows, and other media. Sometimes I felt guilty — but only until I’d find particular feast days during the week; feast days are always celebrated with good food, I said.

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I discovered that cooking is an art form. And it’s therapeutic. But best of all, satisfaction here is immediate — most of the time — if there’s any satisfaction at all.

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But the blog is not some recipe blog. Instead it chronicles my successes and mistakes in the kitchen. And I plan to sprinkle posts with life lessons conceived in the act of cooking.

I hope you can drop by Daryl Learns to Cook.