I read a letter today. Wish I could post it but I cant. But it touched me so much that I ended up discussing it with the friend who showed me the letter. And I ended up writing this blog. The person who wrote it is also a silver jubilarian of his high school. Different school from mine. Well... we were almost classmates actually. I needed to read that letter, TODAY. Right now.
Yesterday I once again spent the entire day making one silly totally senseless but hilarious movie on the computer. Just for kicks. Practice, I suppose. Then I hit a snag. I didnt quit though. I worked it out till 11 in the evening. Not solving the problem.
I glanced at the many many DVDs on the table. We did that. One whole day. No... almost a month. Im still texting, emailing, sending these, sending that to classmates. Not done yet. We will never be done "celebrating" that weekend in July. I look at the DVDs again. Joel had asked,"How much will one copy cost?"... I honestly never thought of that. Getting paid for it. True, I have spent so much already for the DVDs, the cases, covers, commuting, so much time away from the kids. But getting paid for the work? I reasoned... this isnt really MY work. In fact, I didnt take a single picture during the parade and parties. I only have about 20 pictures contributed to the compilation of 1,322. The effort? Spent 3 days editing some pics, you know, a little tweaking here and there. Adjusting the lights. Contrast. 1,322 images. 3 days putting them all in proper and perfect sequence. No big. Really. Just a little spinning of the head once in awhile. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA!!!
It was crazy.
Tiring perhaps... but happy tiring.
So... 'why work so hard (for the batch)?'.
No dramatics please.
Because I want to. Not because I need to. Unlike all reasons I had in the past.
This one... I want to.
They are afterall the biggest part of my growing up years. If my father have not changed his mind back in 1980 and let me transfer to another school, I know the next 4 years would have been very different... and what I am now would have been...not this. Still good I believe, but just, different. But that's how it was. I stayed in the same school for 4 more years. Breathed and lived life alongside the same classmates from elementary, even pre-school. And Im loving how it things turned out for me. A long and winding road to today and now. So... why work so hard for the people you spent more than 4 years in one school 25 years ago? Because I love them. How they treated me back then (and now). How they showed me respect, my worth. Even in those times some would put me down, I realize now that I have risen from that pit of despair, have gained strength, used it to become what I am today. I thank them for that.
So what am I today?
No professional title for sure. Hehehe.
Does a person with a good family, heart, happy life, contented, sensible head count?
Cause that is how I am today.
College wasnt as frightening and confusing as it was cut out to be. Simply because I already had my bags of will and common sense from that 4 years of high school. Contributed by each and every classmate, teacher, janitor, nun, events, affairs.
And to think I had no reason at all for almost not going. It would have been the greatest mistake, not to go. There were those who wanted to but couldnt. And yet, there I was, taking the opportunity for granted. hehehe.
Thank YOU for the guidance.
"..I have already been rewarded."
I now want to give back.
Yesterday I once again spent the entire day making one silly totally senseless but hilarious movie on the computer. Just for kicks. Practice, I suppose. Then I hit a snag. I didnt quit though. I worked it out till 11 in the evening. Not solving the problem.
I glanced at the many many DVDs on the table. We did that. One whole day. No... almost a month. Im still texting, emailing, sending these, sending that to classmates. Not done yet. We will never be done "celebrating" that weekend in July. I look at the DVDs again. Joel had asked,"How much will one copy cost?"... I honestly never thought of that. Getting paid for it. True, I have spent so much already for the DVDs, the cases, covers, commuting, so much time away from the kids. But getting paid for the work? I reasoned... this isnt really MY work. In fact, I didnt take a single picture during the parade and parties. I only have about 20 pictures contributed to the compilation of 1,322. The effort? Spent 3 days editing some pics, you know, a little tweaking here and there. Adjusting the lights. Contrast. 1,322 images. 3 days putting them all in proper and perfect sequence. No big. Really. Just a little spinning of the head once in awhile. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA!!!
It was crazy.
Tiring perhaps... but happy tiring.
So... 'why work so hard (for the batch)?'.
No dramatics please.
Because I want to. Not because I need to. Unlike all reasons I had in the past.
This one... I want to.
They are afterall the biggest part of my growing up years. If my father have not changed his mind back in 1980 and let me transfer to another school, I know the next 4 years would have been very different... and what I am now would have been...not this. Still good I believe, but just, different. But that's how it was. I stayed in the same school for 4 more years. Breathed and lived life alongside the same classmates from elementary, even pre-school. And Im loving how it things turned out for me. A long and winding road to today and now. So... why work so hard for the people you spent more than 4 years in one school 25 years ago? Because I love them. How they treated me back then (and now). How they showed me respect, my worth. Even in those times some would put me down, I realize now that I have risen from that pit of despair, have gained strength, used it to become what I am today. I thank them for that.
So what am I today?
No professional title for sure. Hehehe.
Does a person with a good family, heart, happy life, contented, sensible head count?
Cause that is how I am today.
College wasnt as frightening and confusing as it was cut out to be. Simply because I already had my bags of will and common sense from that 4 years of high school. Contributed by each and every classmate, teacher, janitor, nun, events, affairs.
And to think I had no reason at all for almost not going. It would have been the greatest mistake, not to go. There were those who wanted to but couldnt. And yet, there I was, taking the opportunity for granted. hehehe.
Thank YOU for the guidance.
"..I have already been rewarded."
I now want to give back.
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