In a Race that Matters

What have I learned from the 365 days that just passed by before my blurry vision? I would like to believe I picked up a few nuggets of wisdom from the year that was. And why not, when I was able to pluck one hundred strands of white hair, almost a foot long, some hidden and some sticking out of my rebonded mane. Whoah! Grandpa's clock is ticking fast. Here's a list of eye-opening insights I hope will see me through this brand new year: 1. If it's not meant for you, even if you work until your brain burst and sweat with blood, you won't have it. This is a hard lesson for us, and the truth just screams at us in the face. My hubby and I were never wanting in talents and skills, especially my hubby whose mind is just as sharp as a Samurai.He worked hard, did his best on a particular project, gave his all--time, effort, every available resource at his disposal. Everything seemed to be in the bag, but what have you.-- The outcome did not turn out as we expected it t...

From a humanistic point of view, 2008 did not deliver the goods for us. Business plans which we all thought would be the panacea to our woes went pfft, thanks to an unscrupulous de vito-look alike ectomorphic who minced no words in saying he and his partner in the US were duped by their Romanian partners. He played a little game of peek-a-boo while the point guy somewhere on a tiny island felt suspended in mid-air with the sword of Damocles about to rip his neck off. Career-wise, hubby and I decided that I take a one-year off from the unbelievably rotten world of public service. After more than a decade of beating my brains out for a measly pay envelope, I had to raise my rickety hands in surrender. Where I used to be, truth is gagged, immorality is tolerated, wrongdoers are favored and those who stand up for the truth are punished. If you love justice, truth and righteousness, frustration will weigh you down. Entered two wobbly knees, a burdened heart, a pained cry. With the fut...