Divine Intervention


“Her father will not recognize her as his daughter,” the distraught woman lamented. “He threw us out of his life like used rags. We haven’t received any remittances from him for years.”

Mother Superior sat there motionless. She listened, occasionally nodding her head in sympathy. She’s heard it all before. “Go on,” she would say. “How can we help you this time?”

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Now middle-aged Remedios

The middle-aged woman, we will call her Remedios (not her real name), was close to tears as she spilled her guts out to the Mother Superior of the school her daughter attended. She was there to plead her case of dire poverty, requesting that her daughter be allowed to take the finals even though she can’t come up with the tuition balance.

This wasn’t the first time Remedios had to grovel before the school administrator pleading for mercy and understanding. She did it when her daughter was a freshman in high school. Now, her daughter – who is a gifted child – is halfway thru her junior year.

As a young woman fresh out of high school, Remedios worked in Singapore as an OFW. She

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A Young Remedios

was young, highly energetic, and engaging with unbounded curiosity. She loved to dance and socialize. She loved to meet new people and make new friends. Wide-eyed and eager to see the world she gladly took on domestic employment overseas. New to a universe bustling with highly driven people, young and impressionable, she soon found herself entangled in a doomed, superficial relationship with a married man.

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Filising – a gifted child – in grade school

She bore him a child out-of-wedlock, a daughter, whom they named Filising (a combination of Filipiniana-Singaporianense). That was years ago.

Returning to the Philippines upon the non-renewal of her domestic contract, Remedios and Filising went to live with her eldest son, Sotero, in their small home with his family of four. As her son’s family grew bigger with the addition of a new baby, Remedios felt like she had to go to the big city to try her luck once again for overseas employment. Of course, Sotero and Filising protested. Sotero respectfully reminded his mother, “Besides, you can help us out by babysitting the new baby. We need you Mom. Don’t go. Stay.”

One day, without so much as a goodbye, Remedios left. Just like that. She left no address, no word as to where she was going. She just took off.

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Filising (left) with a friend

Filising felt the sting of complete abandonment in her heart. Not only did her biological father disown her, now her mother has left her. She felt utter worthlessness. Her grades began to slip. She lost her appetite. Her beautiful, flowing, black tresses began to fall off. She was withering away in broad daylight.

Sotero was at a loss; he didn’t know what to do. He had no resources to take Filising to see a doctor. Why, Sotero was so penniless he couldn’t even summon the local quack-doctor-herbolario for some superstitious quackery; this local shaman charged too much for his services.

At school, Filising’s teachers noticed the change in their star pupil. Alarmed, they informed Mother Superior of what was going on. It was out of pure concern for her welfare that Mother Superior had Filising brought in to the office one afternoon for an informal chat. Divine intervention was at work. Mother Superior took it upon herself to use her own personal money to help Filising finish her junior year. Additionally, she gave Filising a job at the convent, helping in the library and in the sacerdotal vestments upkeep, and giving her board and lodging.

Filising graduated high school class valedictorian. She never reconnected with her mother Remedios, who walked out on her… long ago.

 

Natural Remedies for Migraines


HomeBusAs a youngster growing up in the province, folks didn’t have easy access to pharmacies or dispensaries to fill medical prescriptions – least of all, over the counter drugs like aspirin, allergy pills or even vitamin supplements. To my knowledge, the closest pharmacy was in San Fernando city, about 78 kilometers away.

There were public buses for such distances. Of course the well-to-do had their jeeps and cars – some families with their own chauffeurs even, but the peasants either hoofed it, or took the bus. We were members of the peasantry.

HomeBananaAt my grandfather’s house where we stayed, I’d hear my spinster aunts talk about their migraine headaches they suffered from mostly during their monthly cycles. “Here comes this damned headache again. My head’s splitting. Is there any aspirin left in the house?” my aunt Bertha would ask.

“Nope. I think Carlina took the last tablet last month,” replied my aunt Lourdes.

“Then why in God’s name didn’t she say something?” my aunt Bertha bellowed with palpable agitation. “We could have picked some up while we were in Vigan. She always does this!” She hissed.

Homegreen-banana-slices“Hey… why don’t you ask her?” my aunt Lourdes was feigning coolness. Fact is, she was the fiercest among my three spinster aunts. If she had the headache the whole house would be a war zone.

Aunt Laure (pronounced Lah-Ore), who helped with my aunts’ blanket weaving home business walked in. “What’s all the noise?” she queried.

“Ah… Bertha’s having a migraine, and she’s looking for some aspirin. Carlina used the last of it last month… without telling anyone so we could have refilled it. So Bertha sounds frustrated,” my aunt Lourdes explained.

Aunt Laure said, “Not a problem. Haven’t you ever heard of the natural way of curing migraines?”

My aunt Lourdes gave aunt Laure a skeptical look. It was the stink eye – really. I’ve seen my aunt Lourdes give this same kind of look when dealing with the fishermen who manned the family’s fishing boat and nets during negotiations about the volume of the catch.

“Well? Speak, O Wise One of the Ages. I’m all ears.” Her tone sounded sarcastic.

HomeweavingMy grandfather’s backyard was literally a banana plantation. There were at least 20, mature, healthy and fruit-bearing banana trees thriving. I know this because I used to trap young, unemployed spiders that lived in the banana trees for the school campus spider-fights. We always had bananas in the house in all stages of greenness and ripeness.

Aunt Laure took a green banana fruit from a bunch lying by the sink. With a paring knife she cut crosswise a couple of slices (about 3/16th’s of an inch thick). She called out to aunt Bertha. Aunt Laure pasted the green banana slices one unto each temple.

With the green banana slices stuck to her temples, Aunt Bertha went back to her weaving loom and worked the entire rest of the afternoon. We didn’t hear any complaints about her migraine headache.

(Photos courtesy of BING images)