“God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change; courage to change the things I can; and wisdom to know the difference.” “In solitude, there is healing. Speak to your soul. Listen to your heart. The answers are often found in the absence of noise.” We can bury ourselves into a state of chaos if we really want to. Constantly pressured by the world that we live in now, aided by the many concerns and chores, we can’t help ourselves but to consistently look for solutions. And we do so while whining and complaining, bickering and postering. Everything becomes a problem to be solved. Everyone becomes an issue to consider. We breathe through everything and everything becomes our apparatus for breathing. But toxic has become the breath that we inhale and exhale. Social distancing? Face mask or face shield? Handwashing as often as possible? Better yet, wear a PPE in order to be safe not only from the Covid 19 ...
In human development, 21 years is the stage of adulthood, matured enough to understand and to make intelligent decisions in life. In terms of education, one must already have a college degree and in today’s “new normal” one is legally allowed to go outside his house. CROSSROADS started with a handful of residents, and slowly increasing as the years passed by. In 2016, Crossroads had 54 residents, the highest population in its history. Now, Crossroads helps an average of 40-45 residents a month. Alongside its growth in population is the increase of Crossroads personnel too…another cause for rejoicing. Resiliency… CROSSROADS, like any other institutes for treatment and rehabilitation, has experienced a lot of crises and challenges: number of residents per month, psychological stresses on the part of its human resources, facility transfers, financial conditions, to name a few. However, CROSSROADS remained steadfast against these odds and determined to...
Life gets better…I am now 53 years old and proud to now have those signs of getting closer to the twilight zone – wrinkles that are getting deeper, white hair, age spots and all. Grateful that I still can do a 30-minute workout a day though no longer the gym rat that I used to be. Time gently robs my strength and agility so as not to freak out, I guess. To age with grace. I used to pile up empty boxes of bath soaps and toothpastes on our house walls. And once I did a landscape in front of the house – a small garden with rocks and pebbles, dried tree branches and driftwoods for orchids and other ornamentals. “Wala lang” as to...
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