Meeting a Big Dipper

Posted: Jan. 4, 2010

Meeting a Big Dipper/ Wolf y Absconditus ( inspiration -draft)

Current mood:hopeful

When I was just teaching online from my cave, I started writing online and posted nonsense blogs and considered it as I was talking to myself. Whatever emotions I feel , I wrote it. That was the reason of my old account with few friends. I started writing there, but I felt bored  and it is useless coz some filipinos have been signing up facebook already and some of my friends too  so, I had to always keep my profile private and blogs til I learned about myspace and enjoyed decorating my profile and make the draft of my blogs. 

I was tired of working and making a little money so I thought of  making money from writing. Later, I got tired coz it didnt work. 50 pesos per article lol and 1 article took ages to write for me. I cant make my blogsite nice  and catching esp that I have no nice stories to write except sharing about what I learned from people online. I  just stayed in my cave to teach which means I have nothing special going on each day. I didnt make money and just left it til I feel like writing again.

Writing makes me feel free to express myself. It comforts me in many ways. If I am in trouble, I just write it and after I feel OK esp.,it actually makes me feel sleepy after. 

*********** A STORY TO TELL*****




Not too long ago, I met a young Big Dipper  whom I consider very intellectual and full of big dreams just like my father. Despite of some offensive and annoying words sometimes, I do respect this person a lot.

Big dipper has something inside that is hard to explain. People judge this Big dipper for the way he wears clothes and talks. Long beard and long hair with torn t-shirts   and shorts but nobody knows that he is the son of a man who used to be one of the 50 richest men in the US except my family.  Sometimes, the Big dipper is being laughed and being underestimated by some people which annoys the Little Dipper. Some people just cant mind their own business. The Little Dipper is actually very small to defend the Big Dipper in case of trouble but can be the guiding path to stay away from troubles.

The little and the big dipper dreamed together of big things and slowly starting to fulfill each of their very opposite big dreams. Like children eating donuts on the streets, like high in drugs  going crazy with big bottles of San Miguel beer and like a dog and a cat arguing all the time because of opposite principles and ideas yet the world was simple and crazy. They hate each other's charateristics and interests but still there is love for each of them. 


There was an attempt to kill the Big Dipper and the only suspect was the Little Dipper which was proven wrong in the end but what has been destroyed couldn't be restored anymore.





  I have diff experiences, emotion shifts, excitements, challenges, thrills and trying new and crazy things since then. I felt they were worth writing so it won't be just forgotten and thought that one day I can write a book about this or a best selling novel that might be a movie based on a true to life story. I know that it sounds crazy and a daydream but this is one of what I want to do and will really do when I have enough money and skills.







 

10:06 PM

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The Good Policeman

The Good Policeman

Officer Mirek was a generous policeman. He always tried to help people who were in trouble. Many policemen just arrested people whenever they did anything wrong, but Officer Mirek really cared about everyone.

If he saw a beggar on the street, he did not arrest him for begging. Instead, he gave him few coins to buy a meal.

If he saw children behaving badly, he did not take them to the police station and charge them with an offense. Instead, he tried to find out why they were behaving badly and then lectured them on the importance of good behavior.

Officer Mirek knew that a lot of people think policemen are bad and corrupt. One day, he went to the church to pray.

“Lord, I have been trying to be a good officer and has not done anything against the law. Please help me Lord to prove to the people that there are some policemen who are true and trustworthy,” said Officer Mirek.

On the same time, there was a little girl kneeling beside him. She was crying and tears were rolling down her face. Officer Mirek heard the prayers of the little girl saying, “ Lord, please help me. My mother needs medicine and I don’t know where to get money for it. Her medicine costs 200 pesos. Please Lord, help me.”

“Hello,” he said to her, “and what’s your problem?”

The small girl looked up at him through her tears. She knew that he is a policeman because he was wearing his uniform. She told  Officer Mirek about her problem and continued crying.

“Oh dear! It’s all right,” Officer Mirek said, “ Don’t worry, it’s not the end of the world.”

He took his wallet and checked how much he has got. Unfortunately, his money was just exactly 200 pesos. He gave 100 pesos to the little girl and keep the other 100 pesos for himself to buy food for his family on that day.

“Here’s 100 pesos. I hope this helps for the medicine of your mother. Now you can stop crying,” said Officer Mirek.

But instead of stopping, the small girl cried even louder. She kneeled down again and prayed, “Lord, next time when you give me money, please don’t give it to a police officer. I heard they are corrupt and I just realized it is true. He just gave me half of the amount I asked from you.”

Our Bad Neighbor

We are fed up with our neighbor. He was always borrowing things from us.

“It’s not right”, dad said to mom one morning. “At some time or another that man has borrowed nearly everything we have. Almost every day he come over to borrow something.”

“You’re absolutely right”, his wife replied, “and most of the things, he’s never returned.”

“What I want to know,” dad said, “ is why can’t he buy the things he needs, like everyone else?”

“Because people like us are foolish enough to keep on lending him what he needs,” she replied. “ As long as we are willing to lend him anything again, he’ll keep on borrowing.”

“Then we will never lend him anything again,” dad said. “ The next time he’ll borrow something, I’ll say no.”

“We have to have a good reason for saying no,” mom said, “and we have to always try to be polite to him. We don’t want to make an enemy of the man.”

It was not longer before their decision not to lend our neighbor anything ever again was put to the test. The next morning there was a knock on the door, and dad went to answer it. Our neighbor was standing there. We knew he was going to ask to borrow something, and was ready to refuse him politely.

“Good morning,” our neighbor said, “I’m sorry to trouble you, but I wonder if I could borrow your garden scissors.”

“I’m sorry, dad said, “but I’m afraid my family will be using them today. We’ll be spending all day working in the garden.”

“Oh I see,” our neighbor said. “ In that case, may I borrow your television? You won’t be needing it if you’re working in the garden all day, will you?”