This is a result of a video clip I've seen through another blogger's post. I've heard terrible things done by people but this act soared above my list. Seeing doctors and nurses (professionals and presumably intelligent people) make fun, laugh and violate a defenseless patient in the operating table while performing a surgical procedure. It was the most disgusting thing I've seen. and to think these people are here, sweared in to protect and save lives.
How can that be life-saving? Exposing the person through all humanity. Violating his privacy and his well-being. I am ashamed. Terribly.
I am a medical junkie. Thought not a doctor, I am fascinated how a doctor can muster the strength to take in his hands the life of a person. Dr. House and Dr. Grey are my heroes. They inspire me to become a better person, to help others in any way you can. To challenge the norm and create new ways.
As a new resident in a foreign country, I have never been ashamed of what my heritage was or where I've been born. But seeing this, makes me want to think twice. No wonder we are not progressing. A simple thing like this incident, we cannot understand and appreciate. What more is there to expect when given bigger challenges. Whatever implications or punishments these "professionals" will receive, nothing could erase the damage they've done. Because of them, all the aspiring Filipino professionals abroad would be discriminated.
I guess Teri Hatcher has the last laugh after all.
Saturday, April 26, 2008
Saturday, April 5, 2008
Secret Messages
Counting on my sixth week here as a "Canadian" resident, I'm slowly dipping to the well of hopelessness. After sending fifty or so resumes to different companies at different job levels, only a few responded and merely three companies showed interest by phoning. Don't ask what happened to those three companies. If something had happen, I wouldn't be writing this. Everytime I pray, I try very hard not to ask God why. I've always said to Him, "Just lead the Way." Everyday, as I anticipate a call, the voice of doubt is slowly increasing. Before I just cover my ears and the voice would go away, but recently it is getting very difficult to ignore.
I do believe that God works in mysterious ways. There are times in the past that He would try and send a message to me. Giving me a sign.
This week was another one of those times. He has somehow sensed my increasing battle with Madam Depression and Mr. Doubt. He gave three indications that He is with me in my battle:
1. A New Found Friend - Bernie is a classmate of mine in French class. Since we both live in the East, we share a ride home. On our second week in class, she gave me an application form to Walmart. She said she remembered me when she was buying groceries and asked a friend of hers who works there for that form. God bless her heart. I was touched by her gesture (almost in tears, actually).
2. A Message From God's Herald - I attended the first Friday mass in one of the churches here and there was this priest who talked about giving what you can offer to God, talking to Him and surrendering its fate to His hands. This was a reflection from the gospel where Jesus fed around five thousand people who listened to his teachings with a few pieces fish and some loaves of bread. That gospel has been told and retold but I've never heard it seen in the perspective he gave that day.
3. An Inspiring Book - The Twelfth Angel by Og Mandino was about the struggle of a man who was at the peak of his life was struck by tragedy when his wife and son died in a car accident and how a young kid helped him cope with his loss. This book found me while I was in the library this afternoon. I couldn't put it down. Thankfully, I finished it just before my tita's class ended. It was a tearjerker. Timothy, the kid in the story, somehow also touched me. There was this line he always says when something sad or bad happens, "Never never never never never never never never give up!"
Indeed, God really does watch us. Sometimes we are just too preoccupied with our own worries that we tend to ignore the messages that pass in front us. May it be directly or indirectly. It is there. Most of the times, I'm just to stubborn and want to do things my way at my own pace.
I think I'd better start listening and let Him lead the way.
Thanks for keeping me in my place.
I do believe that God works in mysterious ways. There are times in the past that He would try and send a message to me. Giving me a sign.
This week was another one of those times. He has somehow sensed my increasing battle with Madam Depression and Mr. Doubt. He gave three indications that He is with me in my battle:
1. A New Found Friend - Bernie is a classmate of mine in French class. Since we both live in the East, we share a ride home. On our second week in class, she gave me an application form to Walmart. She said she remembered me when she was buying groceries and asked a friend of hers who works there for that form. God bless her heart. I was touched by her gesture (almost in tears, actually).
2. A Message From God's Herald - I attended the first Friday mass in one of the churches here and there was this priest who talked about giving what you can offer to God, talking to Him and surrendering its fate to His hands. This was a reflection from the gospel where Jesus fed around five thousand people who listened to his teachings with a few pieces fish and some loaves of bread. That gospel has been told and retold but I've never heard it seen in the perspective he gave that day.
3. An Inspiring Book - The Twelfth Angel by Og Mandino was about the struggle of a man who was at the peak of his life was struck by tragedy when his wife and son died in a car accident and how a young kid helped him cope with his loss. This book found me while I was in the library this afternoon. I couldn't put it down. Thankfully, I finished it just before my tita's class ended. It was a tearjerker. Timothy, the kid in the story, somehow also touched me. There was this line he always says when something sad or bad happens, "Never never never never never never never never give up!"
Indeed, God really does watch us. Sometimes we are just too preoccupied with our own worries that we tend to ignore the messages that pass in front us. May it be directly or indirectly. It is there. Most of the times, I'm just to stubborn and want to do things my way at my own pace.
I think I'd better start listening and let Him lead the way.
Thanks for keeping me in my place.
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