August 21, 2012

Rice in my shoes, Musty Clothes, and Calamansit Laundry Soap



We were lucky to have a holiday—Philippine Holiday—so we spent the day serving. We woke up early (yes, a day we could have slept in, I peeled myself off the bed) to join several hundred volunteers at the Latter-day Saints Church office building in Quezon City. For three hours we packed rice and canned food into food kits and hygiene kits for the flood victims.



We were working in the basement parking lot—a huge space for 200 working “Mormon Helping Hands.” They had fans on, but it was SO humid. The camera fogged up and I was unable to take photos until the very end! Luckily I had my phone so I could at least get some photos—so I apologize about the photo quality. We had children as young as 5 or 6 helping sort tooth brushes and elderly people helping stuff bags too. What a wonderful effort.





The room appeared to be chaotic at first glance; a room full of busy bodies running in every direction. However, it was really several factory lines working in synchronization. True, it was hot, we all had sweat dripping, hands were working quickly, and not much talking other than the absolute necessary--yet we were all happy.





It was fun to see that after we were all done several people—us included—taking photos of all our work. There is something fulfilling about seeing stacks of rice sacks full of food and goods ready to be shipped out and knowing that our work had made it possible. It was so worth the sacrifice of sleep and time to be here.




 
Later in the day, Lady Hiva and I met with one of our friends to wash clothing donated to the United States Embassy Club (USEC) so that it could be given to other charities that support flood victim families. There were SO many boxes of clothes that were donated. However some of them had been sitting for a few months so they smelled musty. We wanted to wash them before they went out.



Halfway through...


It was…interesting…to see what people decided to donate. Some of the stuff (not all of it was clothes) just went to the trash, it was not something we wanted to say we had donated. It did offer a good laugh once in a while.

The rest of the day we constantly had the washer and dryer going…our hands and house started to smell like the Calamansi (small citrus fruit) laundry soap that we bought for the laundry. Again, it was satisfying to the piles of clothes folded and sorted into piles ready to give away. I hope that it brings happiness to some families in need.

It was a great day. We are both tired, but full of thankfulness and love.

August 08, 2012

A REFUGE FROM THE STORM



And the rains continue…

It is now Wednesday night and it has been raining really had since Sunday night. That is following all of the flooding last Wednesday (that I missed out on because I was in Iloilo). When we finished meetings on Sunday evening we tried to leave the chapel and again I was thankful that I drive Boeing, an SUV. We would have never made it home. Others were stranded at the chapel until 0200 Monday morning. Monday that floods subsided a little bit and we made it to work, but by 1630 when we were leaving the rains had started their downpour once again.

Work was cancelled as we were literally walking out the door—thank goodness because it rained all day. The flood water around our house ebbed and flowed. It was always somewhere between ankle and knee deep. Half way through the day they cancelled work for Wednesday too. It was sobering to see all the photos on the news channels of people who lost their homes and stores to the floods. There is water everywhere.




Lady Hiva and I sat at home and kept ourselves busy doing all those things on the “to do” list that usually get pushed back because of more urgent matters. Our home was truly a refuge from the storm. We were safe and dry. We could not leave the house, but we have enough food and water to be alright. Thankfully we always keep a stock of both things for times like these.

I was on the phone most of the day trying to make sure people were alright. In the morning communicating with employees and in the evening with Church leaders to make sure we had found all the people who live in heavily flooded areas. Again, I was thankful for a refuge.

I could not help but think about the scriptural parable of having a home built on a solid foundation so when the floods and the rains come you are spared the heartache of loss.

As with the previous two nights, it was raining all night. I would wake up frequently look out the window to check on the water levels. When we woke up we found out that the drainage system for our row of houses had plugged and where we are the last home on the row all the water was gathering on the second floor patio like a swimming pool. The only place for the water to go was IN! We had to call in people to help get the water out and fix the drains. The carpets and some of the furniture are ruined—sad. Our refuge had leaked. Nothing compared to what others are experienced, but still had the damage (see the parable could be carried further about protecting our refuge.)


Nasty Black water coming in the house!


Yep, that is my butt! LOL! We are trying to get the water away from the house and down the drain

Taking out the soaked carpet



Today there were people that needed to get help so in the morning when there was no rain we decided to meet some people from Church to get food and clothing bags to give to those that lost everything. Sadly, the rain started again and the water rose quickly. We only got half way around the block and had to turn around because the water was too deep, even for Boeing.  
This is when we decided to turn around




Keeping trash out of the drain so it works...

We made our way back and the gates to our compound were sealed off and water was getting deeper by the minute. We were forced to drive in knee deep flood water around the block again to the front gate. The water was so deep their cars were just stopping in the road. We finally were able to inch our way around the cars to the gate and make it home….what an adventure! 


People stopping and going back (against traffic flow) just outside our house


And to think Boeing is on high ground!
So here we are again sitting in the house listening to the rain fall and water gush off of the roof and into the lake forming around the house.

August 04, 2012

So...I wrote a book. (WHITE LILIES IN AUTUMN)


So…I wrote a book.

We all have our “lists,” either an actual list on paper or computer or a list that is stored in our head,  on the things we want to accomplish before we die. Lady Hiva and I both have our own list—actually written down. On my “Milestones to Accomplish” list I have places I want to visit, talents I want to develop, and goals I aim to achieve.  If we all have these lists, it makes me wonder, when do we start crossing OFF the items on the list? Far too often we wait for life to deal us a ‘break’ so we can go on that trip, take that class, have extra time to read/paint/practice. Yet, life never seems to offer that break. When we conclude one task, we catch our breath momentarily and look up for the next big event is coming at us head on.

Lady Hiva and I decided to start NOW, not later, Now when we are in our 20’s still (although neither one of us can say that much longer) to accomplish our lists. My high school yearbook shows that my “Senior Ambition” was to “Travel the world and get paid for it.” I had no idea how that was going to happen nor did I know what the Foreign Service was. But here I am 10 years later getting paid to travel the world.

One of the goals on my “Milestones” list, number 6 in fact, right between “Visit the Vatican” and “Own a Floral Shop” (that is a whole other blog post), is “Write and Publish a book.”

From some of my earliest memories my parents, Madre especially, taught us to love learning and reading books. Madre and Kell would read out loud to us as we drove across country, we always had books in the house. My competitive nature when I was younger drove me to learn how to read at the same time my sister Heather learned to read. All of us gained a love for books.  Heather even used to hide a flashlight under her pillow and read after everyone went to bed. All of us now read and are constantly talking about which books we recently finished. I am thankful Lady Hiva too loves to read. Although it makes a really bad pair when we enter a book store to ‘look around’ and we both leave with three books each! They must love us!

It must have stemmed from that history that I wanted to write a book. My uncle and aunt on Madre’s side loved to write as well and we grew up listening to their stories they hoped to write someday. It is no wonder when I was in second grade I wanted to write a book. It was about my dog, Silver. I still remember being so frustrated that I could not make the red pages stick together perfectly. I wonder where that book ever went.

Several years ago I was told by a wise friend several years my senior, actually she was my grandma’s friend to be honest but I always felt loved by her, to write down all the stories I wanted to remember and soon enough you will have a book. I think that is where my journal writing started. Daily I record my thoughts. (Which made it easier to remember things when I was writing the book).

After some really trying experiences both when I was younger and the most recent after Lady and I were married, there were several people that would hear about our story and say something to the effect, “You should write a book about it.” They meant it in an offhanded compliment way of course, but I took it to heart. I started to write. I wrote down my story.

There were times that I laughed as I recalled memories, times that I literally broke down into tears, and most of all times that I realized how loved and blessed I was. The journey to be published as a first time author is an arduous one. I did plenty of reading and research on the internet and constantly bugged dear friends and family to read my manuscript before I turned it in. (then bugged them relentlessly to hear how they thought I could improve the book) I was so excited to get my first contract offer and then a second too!

Lady Hiva has been so supportive of this whole event. I kept her up late at nights talking about it. She read the book so many times she must have it memorized by now and she gets excited too when we hit another milestone in the process.

After about a year of editing, formatting and discussion with the publisher my book is finished. WHITE LILIES IN AUTUMN will be released officially September 1, 2012. (But you can get it now if you order it from the publisher or buy it from me) 

It is a memoir/autobiography. It is not complete (partially because life is still happening day by day and new chapters could be added) because I wanted the book to be a book that inspires people that are struggling. Life is hard. But I wanted WHITE LILIES IN AUTUMN to prove that it does get better. There are downs, but there are also a whole but of UPS! One of the chapters the editor and I took out because we thought it did not fit the theme of the book is when I was hunted down by an angry guy with schizophrenia for a few weeks during college—that was literally a nightmare come to life! (If you want to know that story let me know, it is a really crowd pleaser! Haha)  

It has been great to hear all the comments of people that have read WHITE LILIES IN AUTUMN already. I hope that many more of you read the book too. I hope that it brings hope. Buy a copy! Let me know what you think, the feedback is priceless. It is a scary thing to put your writing out for the world to critique…it is even more vulnerable when you write about your own life. Share your thoughts with friends so they will buy a copy too!

So…yes, I wrote a book and hope to write many more in the future. I can cross it off the “Milestones” list and move on to the next goal. I hope that you too don’t wait until tomorrow to start on your list. It is far too exciting to enjoy the accomplishment while you can!

Here is the link to my author's website:


You will find links on that website to buy the book or like it on Facebook!





August 01, 2012

Typhoon Stories for the Dinner Table



The realities of living in Southeast Asia are many, and they usually make great stories around the dinner table. But none are quite as lively as typhoon season stories. Much like “fish stories” of fishermen, typhoon tales always grow more intriguing with time: the water gets deeper, the waves are higher, the people drowning more desperate and the heroes are more gallant and brave.  They are those stories we all thrive on hearing and although we roll our eyes at the exaggerated details, we find ourselves re-telling the story to another person with our own details added for flair.

This is one of those stories. (So start the eye rolling now!)

Last year, September to be exact, we had our second REALLY big typhoon come to visit Manila. The others kind of just turn into a large extended rain storm and people go on with their lives. September I ended up trapped at the Embassy and had to wade in the waste deep sewage and garbage polluted waters of Manila bay to get home.

(Its true…if you want to read the details…look here: http://dtbradshaw.blogspot.com/2011/09/when-muddy-water-gets-high-just-keep.html )

This Sunday there was a large storm come through Manila…I did not complain because we drive an SUV (yes those environmentally unfriendly, beastly, take-up-two-parking-spaces vehicles come in handy sometimes)  and I could drive right through the puddles. Secretly, I love to see how big of a splash I can get and WHO I can get with them (shhh! Don’t tell Lady I admitted to that)…ok maybe that is not much of a secret. It was also nice that not many people were out on the roads, they stayed home in fear of the storm…scaredy cats!  But after a wind howling, window pain pounding storm  over night, we woke to trees down and debris everywhere. Work  on Monday was quiet as only 1 in 4 people could even make it from their homes to work. It rained all that day and Tuesday too. Each night we would go to sleep with the howling wind as our lullaby.

Today, I left the house around 0530 to catch a plane. Lady Hiva headed to work around 0630. About then she and all my staff start texting me that traffic is horrible and then later that there are flood waters going to work. The waves, just like last year, were coming over the sea wall and flooding the area. The difference is that last year those waves were tall as the coconut trees…so a little less power (their fish stories are not as going to outdo mine from last year), but there was still lots of flooding. Wisely, Lady Hiva turned around and went to work in the satellite office. I boarded the plane to head to Iloilo, one of the cities in the middle region of the Philippine Islands, for a meeting.

The ride was scary! We could not even take off for almost 30 minutes because of weather (should have been hint #1). Even the take-off was sketchy. From the time we lifted off the ground until the time we landed the plane pitched left, dove right, dropped a little then balanced again. Adrenaline surged with every jolt. (You know it is bad when you start to think if everything in your life is in order if this plane goes down…or how I am going to hold my legs up so they don’t get smashed by the seat in front of me.) Then all I could do was laugh. It was not a funny matter, but all the women on the flight would squeal in fear each time the plane moved suddenly. In the Philippines their typical surprised yell is more like a yipping sound a small dog would make… “Aye! Aye! AYE!” With so many making the sound, I could not help but laugh because it sounded like a chorus of yipping. I noticed the guy across the aisle from me looking at me weird. I must have looked so deranged. The plane felt like it was going to break in two and I was laughing like it was a ride in a park!

I was glad to be on solid ground.

All day the rains continued. Lady Hiva and I constantly texted about weather conditions in the cities we were in. After work I wanted to go buy bottled water (I REFUSE to pay for the overly priced bottled water they put in the little refrigerators in the hotel rooms) and some toothpaste. But every time I went to leave the hotel it would start torrential rains! I tried to take photos of it with my phone…but it just does not capture the sheer power of it all.
The Storm. that roof is of the palenke that I wnet to explore

These photos don't do it justice

Look at those poor trees

Finally I was able to leave and I walked over to the palenke (market). It is a smaller town than Manila so see a white man walking by himself is uncommon—or at least not as common as in Manila or Cebu. So I had plenty of people staring…but it was alright, I just stared back! (Again, maybe a bit on the deranged side). The market was fun to see. I even was able to walk through the meat section without gagging at the smells. I was proud of myself. Either I am getting used to the bizarre (most often unpleasant) smells or the rain calmed it down a bit, because it was not that bad. After trying to buy mangoes twice and being quoted an astronomical rate I decided just looking was what I was going to do. The colors and faces and action of a market are so fascinating to me. I wanted to take a photo with my phone, but decided against it because pulling out a smart phone and showing everyone what is in my pocket I figured was just an invitation for them to come take it. I had on a t-shirt and a pair of old jeans with paint all over them (that is what happens when you pack at 0430 and don’t turn on the light because you think your wife will sleep longer if you are quiet) so I felt like I fit in…as long as they did not notice my height…or my shoes (I had on my work shoes still that was all I brought)…or my skin color…and accent.  So maybe I was not so good at blending. I guess we will just keep staring at each other! HAHA

This market was like a labyrinth of  booths that just kept going. I was enjoying my time. However, just as I got way back in the middle, far enough I knew I was a long way from the exit, the storm knocked the power out. So now it was pitch black and I realized there was not an easy way out and maybe this was… awkward. So act calm, smile, but walk swiftly towards the light where there was bound to be a door!

So now I am sitting in my hotel room, listening to the rain pelt the roof and the windows and looking at photos of Manila all my friends have posted…so the stories begin. (Listen close because next time they won’t be the same!”

News link for the flooding in Manila:

http://www.rappler.com/nation/9594-roxas-blvd-flood-closes-us-embassy