WORK... WORK... WORK!!!

"From the beginning, work was supposed
to be liberating, creative activity through
which man found joy in being God's co-creator."

People speak of work in terms of gain, salary or pay alone. In short, in terms of money. Of course, work is one of the ways man earns his keep; but there is much more in it than earning a living. There is something in work which makes man like God. There must be something in it which is more than mere toil or sweat.

Work has not to be taken as something opposite to play because, truly, work without the creating and liberating element, which play provides can only be unpleasant, boring, and at the same time, depersonalizing. No human being will remain human if he is either treated no more than an element of production or the extension of the machine he uses. And no human being would appreciate and enjoy work if his attitude towards it is reduced to what he gets from it.

Perhaps, the time would come when men would no longer be driven by greed and lust for possessions when they work, or when men would look for work as not just a manner of earning money but a manner of affirming their dignity as God's co-creators!

FOR THE LOVE OF SACRIFICE

“…. if you have much, give of your wealth;
if you have little, give of your heart …”
(Arabian proverb)

Love and genuine sacrifices helped us get to this point in our lives!

There are so many precious memories I recall about my loving parents working constantly to support a big family. My father was a secondary school teacher, and my mother was a wonderful seamstress. I remember the many times our neighbors would come to our house and ask her to design and make clothes for them. She would continue working until the wee hours of the morning to finish and deliver a fine job. She did this to support my father’s meager income, and to make both ends meet; she would cut expenses wherever she could. I remember the constant prodding of my father to always perform well in school, aim high and hit the mark, strive for excellence. He always reminded us to avoid risky behavior to ensure success in our studies.

My parents worked so hard because supporting and providing for a family of ten was most important to them. They worked as hard without complaints but with pure joy, and sacrificed so many things to ensure that we could realize our goals and dreams and live a life better than them. My siblings and I considered ourselves lucky and privileged, but this has come at the tremendous cost of our parents sacrificing their own interests for our future.

The elements of sacrifices were always there; hard work, diligence, discipline, and determination. They taught us the hard ways of not giving up on things easily, especially during painful times, when problems were so deep, how to identify, recognize, and address them. They kept on identifying the best approaches to achieve their visions for us. They focused on the best solutions to the root cause of problems; thus, providing lasting changes.

No matter how much or how little we have, the material possessions and opportunities we now enjoy are a direct result of our parents’ love and sacrifices

This is in loving memory of my dear parents!