Monday, September 17, 2007
Monday, August 27, 2007
Etymology of the lame acronym S.O.A.P. S.T.A.P.
While having lunch with my workmates last Tuesday, Bernard involuntarily started sharing his neighbors' tragic story with the group.
Bernard began by giving us a mental picture of how his neighbors lived before the tragedy took over their lives. The Reyeses were an almost perfect family. Mr. and Mrs. Reyes, though not categorically very affluent, were able to provide for the expensive matriculation of their sons and daughters. The couple believed that realization of R.O.I. need not be monetized. Seeing their kids do well in school and living a life with almost infinitesimal problems are enough reasons for them to rejoice all too soon. The Reyeses were religious. The Reyeses had plenty of friends. The family practically earned the respect of the whole village.
Then came a big blow in their lives.
Mr. Reyes could not stand seeing his wife suffer an enormous amount of pain brought forth by the big C.
In the middle of agony, Mr. Reyes suddenly asked his mother to relieve him as he relives his bladder. Shortly after that, everyone in the roon heard a loud thud from the washroom. To cut the drama short, Mr. Reyes drank a dose of muriatic acid. The couple died on that same day.
Pinoy's usual reaction that echoed in the cafeteria: "Grabe naman yun! Kawawa naman sila . Kawawa yung mga kids."
I was in the process of mincing the pechay in the kare-kare I bravely ordered for lunch that day (bawal ang pork bawal ang beans), when I casually threw a statement up in the air "With that story, is it safe to infer that God is the Source Of All Problems slash Solution To All Problems?"
So goes S.O.A.P. S.T.A.P
Bernard began by giving us a mental picture of how his neighbors lived before the tragedy took over their lives. The Reyeses were an almost perfect family. Mr. and Mrs. Reyes, though not categorically very affluent, were able to provide for the expensive matriculation of their sons and daughters. The couple believed that realization of R.O.I. need not be monetized. Seeing their kids do well in school and living a life with almost infinitesimal problems are enough reasons for them to rejoice all too soon. The Reyeses were religious. The Reyeses had plenty of friends. The family practically earned the respect of the whole village.
Then came a big blow in their lives.
Mr. Reyes could not stand seeing his wife suffer an enormous amount of pain brought forth by the big C.
In the middle of agony, Mr. Reyes suddenly asked his mother to relieve him as he relives his bladder. Shortly after that, everyone in the roon heard a loud thud from the washroom. To cut the drama short, Mr. Reyes drank a dose of muriatic acid. The couple died on that same day.
Pinoy's usual reaction that echoed in the cafeteria: "Grabe naman yun! Kawawa naman sila . Kawawa yung mga kids."
I was in the process of mincing the pechay in the kare-kare I bravely ordered for lunch that day (bawal ang pork bawal ang beans), when I casually threw a statement up in the air "With that story, is it safe to infer that God is the Source Of All Problems slash Solution To All Problems?"
So goes S.O.A.P. S.T.A.P
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