Pivotal Moments Editor’s Thoughts: ................... “Mental Health Awareness” ...................... Ardys Joy Caballero-Gadia
Featured Items: 4 Videos Worth Watching ................................................................................... TED Talk Testimonies • “Depression, The Secret We Share” ............................................................... Andrew Solomon • “Why We All Need to Practice Emotional First Aid” ............................................... Guy Winch • “What Is So Funny About Mental Illness?” .............................................................. Ruby Wax • “The Power of Vulnerability” ................................................................................ Brene Brown Celebrating Mental Health .............................................................................. Compiled by The Editor My Pivotal Moment ........................................................................... as told by Sulad Lowel Limbagan My Pivotal Moments .......................................................................... as told by Sulad Jerry Belmonte SULADS’ Corner: ........................... “Rescued by Badjaos” ................................... Sulad Jiffrey Silmaro SULADS’ Corner: .............................. “A Visit to Davao” ................................. Sulad Ned “Sunny” Suan Patch of Weeds: ............................................................................................................. Jesse Colegado LIFE of a Missionary: ........................................................................................................ Romy Halasan CLOSING: Announcements |From The Mail Bag| Prayer Requests | Acknowledgements Meet The Editors |Closing Thoughts | Miscellaneous
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his decade, Mental Health issues around the world has risen at what the World Health Organization calls “epidemic proportions.” MVCians and Adventists have not been exempt. MVCians have shared with me stories of personally experiences with loved ones, with coworkers, or with the people they minister to. That that reason, and after much urging from fellow alumni, I am going to dedicate this issue of CyberFlashes to Mental Health Awareness. Filipinos are interesting people: Their culture propels them to get along well with those around them seeking to compromise and find common interests with others if needed. They call this pakisama. They are very social; they like to hang out in groups or communities, like to eat, laugh and celebrate. Yet they are also a very proud race, easily offended if anyone thinks ill of them, embarrasses them, or if they perceive others “looking down at them” with disrespect. By far, mental illness is one of their greatest taboo. It is not accepted, nor treated with compassion. Folks would rather look the other way. Denial is strong where families would cover up for it, staunchly refusing to seek help or to acknowledge the problem. A prime example of this happened two months ago in August. A fellow nurse from another hospital came to see me in the office. I know him from afar but never had a 1:1 conversation with him. What was he doing in my hospital? Or in my office for that matter? Except for his clenched fists and the tick on his jaw, his demeanor gave no hint of his emotional storm. I quietly shut my office door and invited him to have a seat. I waited a few moments for him to speak but all he did was clench and unclench his fists in silence. Finally, I just blurted it out: “what’s eating at you?” His story unraveled. His daughter’s school had called reporting their concern for her safety. She had voiced suicidal ideation. The interview with her and her school counselor revealed that she was severely depressed. The father wondered out loud: How did this happen? Didn’t he and his wife (also a nurse) provide for all the kids’ needs? What could the kid possibley be depressed about? “Have you talked with her?” I asked, my heart going out to the teenager and her family. “No. I am too angry to talk. What an ungrateful child! She has everything provided for!” he replied. Silence. I wanted him to have the opportunity to speak, to vent, to grieve: whatever he needed. But all he did was clencth and unclench his fists. So I waited, my body language open and neutral. “What do you plan to do?” I asked quietly after the long stretch of silence. 2|Page
“I could take her back to the Philippines and beat the living sh** out of her!” He hissed. “Let’s see if she is still depressed after that! %$@#!! Nobody in our family has mental illness! Why is this kid showing signs of depression! Where have we gone wrong? And yet, I can’t bring her to the Philippines either because … what would the neighbors say? The family? This is too embarrassing!” I sat back appalled. His kid shows signs of severe depression and the father wants to take her out of the United States so that he can beat it out of her? Yet on the other hand, he is ashamed to take her to the Philippines because he worries what others would say? He worries that people would forever say that mental illness was in their bloodlines? I did not know what to say. So I sat there longer listening to the silence, praying in my heart. “What do you want me to do? Why did you come all the way to my hospital to see me?” I asked. “A friend of a friend of a friend … shared that your group trains youth for leadership. It has been said that one of those kids was previously depressed but after working with the Navajos, being part of your ministry, and attending your church on Saturdays, that kid has become a completely different person. She is now so much happier, is interested in school and her after-school activities, and is so much more nicer to be around. I want that happiness for my kid. How much do we have to pay to enroll my daughter in your program? My wife and I will pay whatever it takes.” For the second time since he entered my office, I sat speechless. I have no idea which junior sulad he is talking about and I don’t ask for names. I watch as he stands up to examine photos I have on a shelf: photos of the junior sulads who went with us to MVC last June. He looks closely at them. He doesn’t seem to recognize any of them but he points out how happy each of them are. “Listen, I know I am grasping at straws here. I am not even the same religion as you are but surely, your organization would care about saving our children? I thought we had it all figured out, my wife and I. Yet this wrench is thrown into our plans. Suddenly we have a child who is suicidal. Our daughter is a straight-A student, a leader in her high school’s student body, she is beautiful and popular in her school, she has no reason to be depressed. But perhaps if we get her into your oganization where your youth is busy helping others, she will find reasons to live? Maybe she will become happier? ” he persisted. “My daughter deserves to be happy and to live.”
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epression. Suicide. Panic anxiety. Phobias. Self Harm. Substance Abuse. Eating disorders. OCD. These are just a few of the many mental health related disorders out there. And yet many sufferers are not getting any help because of the stigma associated with it. I repeat: they don’t seek professional help because of the reaction from people in their lives. If one has pneumonia, nobody would hesistate to get a pulmonogist for help. If someone has heart issues, nobody would ostracize you for getting a cardiologist for help. Why then do Filipinos (and other cultures) hesitate to get help for mental health issues? 3|Page
Mental Health is something my classmates and I take seriously. Typical of MVCians, our class is very close knit. So it is of no surprise that together, our world was violently ripped apart by the pain of suicide -- twice now. It is of no surprise that our class has bonded together in support and grief for the classmate’s family struggling with severe panic anxiety and grief. It is also of no surprise that as a family, we have bonded together in prayer for the family struggling with PTSD. MVCians are trained to be leaders. Not surprisingly, my classmates are leaders in their respective spheres of influence. No matter what their speciality in nursing is, because of our shared pain and loss, I see them work to share Mental Health Awareness. MVCians are trained humanitarians, serving the less fortunate, so I am not surprised to see them attaining joy in doing humanitarian outreach projects in the U.S., in Europe and in the Philippines. My thrust today is about MENTAL HEALTH AWARENESS. For my nursing colleague in California, his pivotal moment occurred when he realized his high school daughter was suicidal. Since then, he and his family have made drastic changes in their lives to make their relationships better. For my classmates and me, our pivotal moment was two years ago when we got that heart-ripping phone call letting us know that one of our own had died of suicide. The family’s anguish remains fresh and raw. To our class, the intense grief and loss was personal because we are a family. That experience did not prepare us for a similar phone call we received this year. I noticed how our lives have been forever changed: how each of us became more accepting and compassionate of each other. I noticed how on their own accord, each have worked to improve Mental Health Awareness in their own communities. Ignorance does no one any favors. Also as a result of our shared pain, I noticed how none of us hesitate to seek professional help when needed. Nor do we hesitate to talk about the things that hurt us, for fear that they would fester. Our communication has become more open while remaining strictly confidential. To which I pause and must ask: Do YOU have friendships where your communication is open and confidential? If you have less than 10 such separate friendships, you will need to find better friends while also making yourself more open, available and worthy of trust. You will need this as our world continous to change. We do not know what our future holds, or how others may need you in a special one day. Just know that as an MVCian: you are trained leader, you are a good friend to some people, and you are prone to helping others. You are on this earth for a purpose. This week we will talk about MENTAL HEALTH AWARENESS. We will aso hear of stories of how people’s pivotal moments changed their lives forever.
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October is rich with mental health awareness programs. I urge you to learn as much as you can!
1. “Depression, The Secret We Share” By Andrew Solomon This TED talk discusses embracing your depression can actually make your life better. I’m a huge advocate of not living in shame of your mental health disorders. To watch the video, CLICK HERE or go to
https://www.ted.com/talks/andrew_solomon_depression_the_secret_we_share?language=en In addition, here is a blogger’s depressive episode survival guide if you’re struggling with depression.
2. “Why We All Need to Practice Emotional First Aid” By Guy Winch This TED talk is a really interesting talk about emotional first aid and why we all need to practice it. This talk tells you seven ways you can emotionally care for yourself right now. It’s so true that we don’t talk about maintaining your mental health the way we do about physical health. That’s really too bad because dealing with mental illnesses is hard and there are a lot of sufferers out here. To watch the video, CLICK HERE or go to
https://www.ted.com/talks/guy_winch_the_case_for_emotional_hygiene Here is a free printable list for self care for your mind, body and soul and a list of 30 self care activities that don’t cost a thing
3. “What Is So Funny About Mental Illness?” By Ruby Wax This talk makes great points about how physical illnesses are seen as legitimate but mental illnesses still have a stigma and it’s hard to get the same level of care and support. To watch the video, CLICK HERE or go to
https://www.ted.com/talks/ruby_wax_what_s_so_funny_about_mental_illness?language=en If you’re struggling with your mental health, check out these articles: 16 things to do to make your anxiety hurt less; depression survival guide and this mental health resource library full of printables and desktop backgrounds.
4. “The Power of Vulnerability” By Brene Brown In this talk Brene Brown discusses how we need to be vulnerable in order to connect with others. It’s unfortunate our culture views vulnerable people as weak when really those people are the strongest of all. If you’re out there being vulnerable I admire you. To watch the video, CLICK HERE or go to
https://www.ted.com/talks/brene_brown_on_vulnerability?language=en 5|Page
Mental Health Awareness Week – October 7-13, 2018 In 1990, the U.S. Congress established the first week of October as Mental Illness Awareness Week in recognition of efforts to raise mental illness awareness. Since then, mental health advocates across the country have joined with others in their communities to sponsor activities for public education about mental illness. This year, celebrations will be on October 7-13, 2018. For more info go to https://www.nami.org/
World Mental Health Day – 10 October Starting in 1992, every year on October 10 The World Health Organization joins 150 countries in observing the World Mental Health Day with the overall objective of raising awareness of mental health issues around the world and mobilizing efforts in support of mental health. WHO also developed communication and technical material. World Mental Health Day is a day for global mental health education, awareness and advocacy against social stigma. For more info: www.who.int/mental_health/worldmental-health-day/en/
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y heart pounded loudly against my chest breaking into many pieces as I watched the terrible scene in front of me. A poor innocent carabao was being chopped to death in a tribal ceremony that will hopefully reconcile the mountain tribe and the sulads missionaries. The poor beast had nothing to do with the problem, and I am sure he was baffled at the intense pain he that was being inflicted on him. Here he was, a peace offering, paying the ultimate price for what had happened. Should the tribe reject the animal’s sacrifice, not only was my life and the lives of my fellow sulad missionaries in danger but so was the SULADS work. The year was 2000. We were at the Lapangon Mission School. Soon after the training of new sulads was completed, we were sent to the Langilan Cluster as missionaries to five mission schools in the area. Before going, we were aware that the tenuous relationship between the tribe and the lowlanders. We had arrived close to the mission school but we were not allowed up the mountain. The problem began when a carpenter from the lowland town nearby was sent up the mountain to help the sulad missionaries construct the school building. The man was ignorant of the tribe’s culture and the tribe trusted the man as though he were a sulad because of role in constructing the mission school building for the sulads. The man became interested in one of the village girls and, with a promise to her parents, brought her down the mountain to town where she would attend public school. A few months later, the sulad missionaries came to town and observed that the girl seemed uneasy about something, as though she was hiding something. Timidly she told the sulads that she wanted to go home but she was worried that her parents would be angry with her and kill her. As the girl talked with the sulads, she finally confessed that the carpenter had sexually molested her. In the tribe’s culture, this was the greatest insult and shame. Its only remedy was for the parents to kill the girl and go to the lowlands to take revenge. Soon the people of Lapangon declared war on the low landers or a Magahat. They declared that any lowlanders they find they would kill with their own hands. The sulads, lowlanders themselves, were not exempted especially since it was because of them that the carpenter came into tribal lands. The SULADS office sent negotiators up the mountain to speak with the tribal leaders, but great was their anger that they refused to negotiate. After numerous attempts, and much prayers behind the scenes, the tribal leaders finally relented but they had some conditions They asked for a carabao (water buffalo) to be sent to them as a peace offering and for many sacks of rice to serve as restitution. The fact that the tribe was allowing for negotiations to occur 7|Page
was good news; the bad news was that the SULADS organization was going through a very rough financial period at that time. At the SULADS Farm, we had one carabao. A true beast of burden, he pulled the plow at the farm like a tractor would, served as transport, and fulfilled other tasks. He was also like a beloved pet to the sulads. All his life, he had only known love. If we gave him away, we will lose our ”tractor” but we will gain peace and the opportunity to bring Jesus to the tribe. We were sure we will still see him at tribal lands so there was not need to really say goodbye. Soon we were heading up the mountain, with us was our beloved carabao. I am sure he had no idea what fate awaited him, neither did we. We stopped by a village with the many items required of us for restitution. Someone checked to verify that everything was accounted for. Then we moved onward towards the forest separating the lowlands from the highlands. There we saw MAGAHAT signs all over, warning lowlanders not to go further and that failure to comply would end in death. Trails were closed, barred by cross-formed sticks with red cloth tying them together. The crossed sticks and the blood-red cloth screaming their warning for all to see. We were climbing up the mountain by ourselves, unaccompanied as directed. Unsure what to do next, we stopped and called out loudly, shouting out that we were missionaries from Mountain View College and with us are the items the tribe asked us to bring. We were expecting tribal warriors to jump up from behind bushes with guns, spears or bolos. We were expecting an ambush of some kind. Perhaps traps. Sure enough, tribal warriors came out from behind trees and bushes to meet us. They inspected the items we brought with us especially the peace offering. They escorted us to their village center. We stood confused as the village elders and the warriors spoke quietly to each other. We certainly were expecting someone to take the peace offering (carabao) and use him for farming. Imagine our confusion when we saw our beloved carabao led to the town center and tied to a post. Our confusion quickly grew to horror when we realized what was about to happen: the carabao was promptly surrounded by men wielding sharpened bolos and angry faces. Tears flowed down my face as the poor carabao was suddenly attacked by the angry mob, their anger for the carpenter and harsh words of insults intended for him were now directed to the carabao. Knowing only kindness his whole life, the poor beast gave out pitiful sounds of protest and agony before at long last he finally died. Their anger still unquenched, the men cut the poor beast into small pieces until the chieftain finally stood up and yelled, “Enough!”. He declared the carpenter “sufficiently killed” as he glanced at the mutilated carabao. He declared the ceremony over and the insult to the poor girl forgiven. The sulad missionaries were badly shaken by violence we had witnessed. Then before we could wrap our minds around what had just happened, the chieftain continued as he addressed the crowd, “Let us forget everything that has happened, the insult and the pain. We have all shed our tears. Now, with the death of an innocent carabao let us be reconciled. Now is the time to welcome our teachers back.” My thoughts went back to our beloved carabao, a poor water buffalo who had nothing to do with the problem. It took this innocent being’s life and blood to get the sulads reconciled with the tribe. 8|Page
My thoughts went back to Calvary and the Blood that was shed for me that day. The whole story of redemption took on a whole new depth for me: the pain and suffering of One who did not deserve it and Who willingly died so that I could be reconciled with God. My heart broke at the enormity and depth of the lesson I learned that day, one that I would not soon forget. That was a pivotal moment for me. It was at that moment that I fell deeper in love with my Savior. It was also at that moment when I decide to fully give my life to Him. I first joined the SULADS in 1994 when I was a student at Mountain View College. I served as a sulad missionary in 1994-1995, 1997, 2000-2001, and then at 2004 till the present. I am now serving as the SULAD Supervisor in the Southern Mindanao Mission area mission schools serving the T’boli tribe the Blaan tribe and the Manubo Dulangan tribes. We are hoping to create a formal SULADS Elementary School in this part of Mindanao to meet the needs in this part of the country. We are praying for boats (dug out canoes) that we could use as sulads missionaries travel through the deep marsh territory. We are also praying that God will touch peoples’ hearts and that they will be impressed to support the sulads work, opening mission schools in this part of the world. But my greatest dream of all is to have SULADS Chapters all over the world where all the unreached will finally get reached for Jesus.
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have been blessed. I have many pivotal moments in life. As I was starting my education to become a licensed architect till the day I graduated, God led the way – of that I was sure. There was no way I could complete my degree without His help. Then one day, my degree in Architecture earned and my schooling completed, I decided to volunteer as a sulad. Little did I know that this was God’s leading and that I would find the most fulfilment here. In October 2001, I joined the sulads and was assigned at Pandarasdasan Mission School where I learned many virtues like “the more you give, the more you receive.” This primitive Manobo learned that when you share what you have, however small it may be, you will find yourself so blessed that your cottage will be filled with abundance and you will have the greatest support of the villagers. That was a pivotal moment for me. Another pivotal moment for me happened in 2002. As our group of new sulads were finishing our training Daryl Famisaran, the SULADS Director at that time, mentioned to us that for two years they have been asking God to provide a technical person who can help them implement what was written in the blueprint they held in their hands. They would need an engineer, one who would donate his/her time, expertise and skills as SULADS does not have the funds to hire one. It was then that I understood God’s leading, as His plan unfolded right before our eyes making our love for Him more abound and our joy in serving greater. Surely, I never thought that God would be able to use my architect skills in the sulads work and that He would use it in developing the SULADS Comprehensive High School campus. From 2002 till 2009, I ended up pioneering at the SULADS High School and developing the campus. Another pivotal moment for me was when God provided me a missionary-minded girl for a sweetheart as I was serving as a sulad. Together, we rescued a two-month-old orphan baby boy and cared for him. Later she became my wife. We learned together and together we grew in faith as a missionary couple at the SULADS High School. In 2010 another pivotal moment occurred that would allow us to strengthen our faith on a daily basis. At that time, we were with the eSALT program in Agusan where we pioneered at the SULADS High School there. We were operating the school in faith that God will provide for all its needs. Then in 2011, another pivotal moment occurred. I was asked to join the team at the SULADS Office. Of course, that did not mean we had an office. Instead, it meant leading multiple teams of 10 | P a g e
sulads and being constantly in the field, visiting mission schools. In 2017, I was tasked to be the SULADS supervisor over the North-Central Mindanao Conference area – a bigger responsibility. Aside from my work overseeing a portion of the SULADS work, I am also involved in other projects namely: 1. Making sure the SULADS High School’s senior high facility is in compliance with DepEd regs. 2. We are working to revive Lapangon Mission School. 3. Ensuring that all the dXCR SULADS CARE Program will be broadcasted in all the Hope Radio stations within the South Philippine Union Conference territory. 4. SULADS Farm adlai production and falcata expansion project 5. SULADS campus facilities development like expansion of the training hall, missionary dorm and fixing of the staff’s dilapidated houses. 6. SULADS Technical/Trade Training school One of my greatest dreams is to someday see a SULADS Coordinator working to expand the work among the unreached peoples in Buddhist and Muslim areas. And to see many sulads mission schools’ alumni members being productive with their own lives, perhaps being licensed teachers or ordained ministers and becoming missionaries back to their own people. I dream of the day when cross-cultural ministries are given importance in our Theology schools and receive strong support from our church leaders. God has been so good to me and my family. I have many pivotal moments in my life, and in each of them God was there leading the way. For that I am eternally thankful and praise Him.
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SULADS’ Corner: “Rescued by Badjaos” By Jiffrey Silmaro, GO-Sulads Volunteer & SULADS Supervisor Tawi Tawi
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y wife and I were traveling from the island and we were so close to the island of Laa, our destination, when our boat’s propeller broke in the middle of the ocean. I did not have a spare propeller. It was a good thing that God sent us some help!
The boat that came to our rescue had wings painted on its side. Everyone aboard the boat was from the Badjao trive, a tribe other tribes look down on the most. But they were the ones who, without reservation, turned around to come and help us. They pulled our boat all the way to Laa Island where we would be reunited with other sulads and where we could get the propeller fixed. I hope that God will remind me for my entire life to be thankful. And to learn the lesson that these people, looked down on by society, ignored and uncared for, are the people used by God to show kindness to us. Should we not share the truths as God has given us, the commission to spread the word to all nations including the least of these my brethren will be given to others.
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SULADS’ Corner: “A Visit to Davao” By Sulad Ned “Sunny” Suan, Deaf Worker in Cagayan de Oro
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praise the Lord because my wife and I were invited by one of my deaf friends, Jimmy Esperanza, to visit Camansi, Davao City to meet him, encourage each other and be happy with the privilege of fellowship.
We were able to visit the farm of Jimmy’s father. Jimmy and his wife Elizabeth was there too. Through this fellowship, the couple were able to express their concerns in life. And I praise God that through this time, I was able to encourage them and remind them that they have a God. During our visit we also met Jimmy’s neighbor Rosalind Villanisi, who is also deaf and is a single mother. She works at Jimmy’s farm where she does their laundry. The job allows her to provide for her family. She had been very busy in the past trying to get an education but she did not have friends to communicate with, which is why her signing was not very good. So we taught her basic sign language and showed her a video of Jeff Jordan talking about Heaven and the revelation. We ended our visit with prayer and entrusted her to God. As we were leaving, we were surprised when Rosalinda told us that someday we will be going to church together. Indeed, it was the Lord who had touched her heart. © SULADS International, Inc. If you would like to support this mission program dedicated to taking the Gospel to the people of Mindanao, please write a check to Gospel Outreach. Mark it for the SULADS and send it to: Gospel Outreach P.O. Box 8 College Place, WA 99324 You may also donate to the SULADS using your credit card by logging on to Gospel Outreach's donation site (http://www.goaim.org/) and follow the directions. Again, mark it for SULADS. If you would prefer, you may write your check to the General Conference of SDA and mark the donation for SULADS and send it to: General Conference of SDA Donations 12501 Old Columbia Pike Silver Spring, MD 20904 Thank you for your support of this very important project. If you do not want to receive any more newsletters, Unsubscribe To update your preferences and to unsubscribe visit this link Forward a Message to Someone this
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God And The Scientist God is sitting in heaven when a scientist says to him, "Lord, we don't need you anymore. Science has finally figured out a way to create life out of nothing. In other words, we can now do what you did in the beginning." "Oh, is that so? Tell me," replies God. "Well," says the scientist, "we can take dirt and form it into your likeness and breathe life into it, thus creating man." "Well, that's interesting. Show me." So the scientist bends down to the earth and starts to mold the soil. "Oh no, no, no," interrupts God. "Get your own dirt." (from GCFL)
Harvey I just spoke with God & He didn't ask me what Joel Osteen was doing for hurricane victims. He asked me what I was doing for them. --Posted and shared by Harvey Patterson of Forth Worth, Texas
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he teacher gave her fifth-grade class an assignment: get her parents to tell them a story with a moral at the end of it. The next day the kids came back and one by one began to tell their stories.
Ashley said, “My father’s a farmer and we have a lot of egg-laying hens. One time, we were taking our eggs to market in a basket on the front seat of the car when we hit a big bump in the road and all the eggs went flying and broke and made a mess.” “What’s the moral of the story?”, asked the teacher. “Don’t put all your eggs in one basket!” “Very good”, said the teacher. Next little Sarah raised her hand and said, “Our family are farmers too. But we raise chickens for the meat market. We had a dozen eggs one time but when they hatched we only got ten live chicks. The moral of the story is ‘Don’t count your chickens before they’re hatched.” “That’s a fine story, Sarah. Michael, do you have a story to share?” continued the teacher. “Yes, my daddy told me this story about my Aunt Karen. Auntie Karen was a flight engineer in the Gulf War and her plane was hit. She had to bail out over enemy territory, and all she had was a bottle of whiskey, a machine gun, and a machete. She drank the whiskey on the way down so it wouldn’t break and then she landed in the middle of 100 enemy troops. She killed 70 of them with the machine gun until she run out of bullets. Then she killed 20 more with the machete until the blade broke. Then she killed the last 10 with her bare hands.” “Good heavens,” said the horrified teacher. “What kind of moral did your daddy tell you from that horrible story?” “Stay away from Aunt Karen when she’s been drinking”
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Why do you have to "put your two cents in"... but it's only a "penny for your thoughts"? Where's that extra penny going?
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What disease did cured ham actually have?
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How is it that we put man on the moon before we figured out it would be a good idea to put wheels on luggage?
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Why is it that people say they "slept like a baby" when babies wake up like every two hours?
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Why are you IN a movie, but you're ON TV?
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Why do people pay to go up tall buildings and then put money in binoculars to look at things on the ground?
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Why do doctors leave the room while you change? They're going to see you naked anyway.
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Why is "bra" singular and "panties" plural?
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Why do to asters always have a setting that burns the toast to a horrible crisp, which no decent human being would eat?
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If Jimmy cracks corn and no one cares, why is there a stupid song about him?
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Can a hearse carrying a corpse drive in the carpool lane?
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If the professor on Gilligan's Island can make a radio out of a coconut, why can't he fix a hole in a boat?
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Why does Goofy stand erect while Pluto remains on all fours? They're both dogs!
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If Wile E. Coyote had enough money to buy all that ACME stuff, why didn't he just buy dinner?
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If corn oil is made from corn, and vegetable oil is made from vegetables, what is baby oil made from?
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If electricity comes from electrons, does morality come from morons?
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Do the Alphabet song and Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star have the same tune?
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The present moment is the pivotal point of power
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In Closing … Announcements | From The Mail Bag | Prayer Requests | Acknowledgment Meet The Editors |Closing Thoughts
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Prayer Requests FOR THE CONTINUED HEALING OF: Asher Himbing, Ellen Fabella, Ching Rivera, Virgie Osita, Oseas Zamora & Remelito Tabingo and for MVC Alumni & Friends who are sick. COMFORT FOR THE BEREAVED FAMILIES OF: Ellen Mae Anoche, Atty. Nick Baguio, Ruth Fabella, Rachel Tabaranza, Gabby Palapar, Honrado Pamintuan , Joe Cortez & his wife Ruth Generato Cortez, Bella Tawatao, Solpen Solilapsi Pierce, Lydia Hilado Ombiga, and other families who recently lost their loved ones.
Meet The Editors This week’s issue of Cyberflashes and the next will be by Ardys Joy Caballero-Gadia. Please direct all entries to her or to any of the editors. NAME: Eddie Zamora Evelyn Porteza-Tabingo Jessie Colegado Joy Caballero-Gadia Lily EscaraLare Melodie Mae Karaan-Inapan Raylene Rodrigo-Baumgart Romulo ‘Romy’ Halasan
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Acknowledgment A special thank you to the following who helped make this week’s issue of CyberFlashes: • Lowel Limbagan & Jerry Belmonte for sharing their Pivotal Moments • Jessie Colegado for chuckles in “Jessie’s Patch of Weeds”, • The Sulads and Gospel Outreach for “SULADS’ Corner” • Eddie Zamora & Evelyn Tabingo for editing; Joy Caballero-Gadia
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In Closing … Announcements | From The Mail Bag | Prayer Requests | Acknowledgment Meet The Editors |Closing Thoughts
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ach of us, is a product of the circumstances that we allow ourselves to be defined by. For some, they would say it is because of their family upbringing that they are who they are. For others, they say it is because of the PIVOTAL MOMENTS in their life that they have become molded. And for others they say, Mountain View College is a large contributing factor in who they are today. For myself, I believe that the point of power is the present moment when we are able to choose how our life’s story is written. And if you choose to be the best that you can be RIGHT NOW, then right now would be your defining moment. Below is an aerial shot of MVC today. Are you able to find the Florence Kern Auditorium? The Cafeteria? Jubilee Park? The Guest Houses? Alumni Church? The Men’s dormitory? The College store? The classrooms? The soccer field? The “under the pines?” DXCR? The Academy?
Happy Sabbath!
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