“a deep bow of gratitude…”
~us boys on 02/01/2011…
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Since last night, I’ve been having bowel movements. And today, I had several more BMs from ingesting organic milk to wash down the Dove chocolate flavored coffee pack from Flavia yesterday and the other chocolates from the Legal Department at my “temp job from hell”.
And while struggling to poop the evil yellow corns and pals, I read an article from the January 2011 issue of my favorite “reading companion”. The article was titled “Make way for the wonderful! — What does it mean to give homage?”.
In the article, the author, Alice Camille, quoted from William Stafford:
“Little bunches of grass pretend they are bushes that never will bow.”
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The samples of her writing are VERY familiar and immediately I knew that I had to blog about my interpretations of people doing homage to others. For example, Obama has already bowed deeply to the Saudi King, to the Japanese Emperor and recently to the Chinese President.
In one of my response to Obama’s actions in an OPEN forum discussion board, I mentioned how Obama respects other cultures. Unlike Herod as cited in Alice’s article, Obama was willing to show his “submission” to the global leaders as a form of survival, not embarrassment to America.
After all, Obama is reflecting how Muslims bow in submission to “Allah”, who is everywhere and everyone. I also mentioned in the forum threads that “[Obama] knew his place well.”
As a leader of a great nation of this world, Obama knows how to show humility. And that in and of itself takes strength.
Matthew 5 — King James Version
5Blessed are the meek: for they shall inherit the earth.
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With that said, I may happen to be one of a many lifelines for the boys but primarily for my poor relatives living in San Juan, Kalayaan, Laguna, Philippines.
(So if you see a baby blue house, that’s “our” house. My auntie Aida — the stroke victim — lives there. The relatives have nothing to do with “our” TANGIBLE ASSETS, in which the property title was legally drafted under the United States long ago and therefore by default belongs to moi, the fellow brothers and pals.)
Anyway, this morning during breakfast Maw mentioned that I might be the reincarnation of her mother, who died in October, which was two month before my birth in December. Maw said she noticed traits from her mother in me and how strong I am. I told Maw that I called her “anak” (which means “child” in Filipino) several times.
I tend to keep my promises to take care of “my family” and my poor relatives as would TPTB would keep their promises and guarantees unto moi. In the meantime, I too bow deeply to “crucifixed” Christ during mass almost every day. I wish one day that the Vatican would outlaw the display of inanimate objects in this manner.
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