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Icons of Greatest Influence

Searching for answer, I traveled to places with the hope to find who has the greatest influence of all. I bumped into Family and immediately asked him. He replied, “Parents.” Because I was not content with the answer, I looked for another whom I could ask. I met Community and asked him the icon of greatest influence and he responded with a perfunctory smile, “Mayors.” I thanked and smiled back at him. Their answers were great. However, there was still a part of me that untiringly longed for the best response. My drive to know the answer went a long way. I journeyed to a known distant land with the continuous yearning and there I got to know Country. Without much delay, I asked him. I stood still with utter excitement studying his face for a word to come out. He gazed into my eyes and countered, “President.” “Thank you,” I said. His answer was correct and I fully respected it, but I was still looking for the best. “How about the world as a whole,” I pondered.

I headed back home hoping that one day, I would meet the right person who could answer me with what I’ve wanted for so long. I arrived at my house and hurriedly went to the sink to wash my horrible face after the long quest. Thereafter, I got the towel to wipe the trace of exhaustion left and I looked at myself in the mirror. All of a sudden, my towel fell off while I was shocked to see World. “Hey, my friend Dann,” he said. At that time, I couldn’t utter even a single word. I convinced myself to take the chance to talk to him. “Y-y-e-s,” I replied. “I know you’re tired, but I am here to help you,” he said. “Oh, that’s very kind of you. Could you tell me who has the greatest influence of all,” I asked. World responded with conviction, “Haven’t you seen yourself in the mirror? It’s you, my friend. A teacher! Teachers!” I looked at myself in the mirror again while World was completely out of sight. My colleague touched my shoulder and said, “You have a booked class.”

After conducting classes on that day, I realized that teachers are truly the icons of greatest influence. Besides the noblest professionals, teachers create all other professions. Additionally, they are contributors as they mold future generations, but more so stand as the heart of recovery in the realm of education especially in these trying times. It is said that when someone asks why anyone would ever become a teacher, remind them why it’s worth it. Every job has its ups and downs, but not every job can change a life. Without question, teaching is one of the most grueling jobs; however, it is one of the most fulfilling ones- one that can touch lives and change lives. Indeed, everyone needs teachers whom s/he can bank on. Teachers are embodiments of significance and influence. Hence, they deserve the highest accolade for their meritorious service to the family, community, country, and the world as a whole. They are worthy. They are icons of greatest influence. They are the best. They are TEACHERS! Happy World Teachers’ Day!

The Most Important Things

Twenty-three years of bittersweet life passed yet another one unfolds. And I am more than richly blessed now because God gives me another story to write and another life to live. Today, I just want to share a message of how grateful I am to make this far.

I went to a mall in Mandaue City, Cebu, Philippines yesterday to reward myself with a gift- a new pair of shoes. Too advance, right? So I bought the one that really suits my preference. I was in sheer bliss because it was the first time that I had bought an expensive one. It was by far one of the most important things I have. But, I was wrong. Absolutely wrong! 

Just this morning, I received a message from my mother and sister sending their warm birthday greetings. I was thankful to them because they never get tired of loving me. But apart from that, I remembered the time when I surmounted the greatest challenge. I was in a depressive state last year (2020). I was jobless, helpless and desperate. However, I was fortunate enough because my former colleagues never led me astray. They were there cheering me up when I was feeling low. I also looked back on the days when I was so down because someone caused me great pain and it was the least thing I could handle. But I am still thankful because I have the most important things in my life. It is not literally “what” because…

The most important things I have right now are not really things, not even the shoes I bought yesterday, but they are the persons who have been there through my ups and downs and who have become part of my life.

Unfathomable Silence

“Speak less, listen more, ” the wise author advised. Those words are more than just being written because everytime I want to speak up, they always hold me back. They somehow pierce my soul. They always reverberate in my mind. This experience kept me close to being mute. 

There was one time when a lecturer disturbed the silence and asked, “Which one is better, a good communicator or a good listener?” One person replied, “Both.” “You’re correct!” the lecturer countered. Unbeknownst to them, I was skeptical about their views. I could hardly understand their responses. Thereafter, the lecturer added that it’s better to be a good listener than a good communicator. Their opinions mattered to me, but I wanted to argue behind my approval nod. So I gazed into the slide and expressed my viewpoint. 

“What the hell are you talking about? I couldn’t figure it out!”
“Seriously! Are you dreaming while waking up?”
“Or haven’t you drunk coffee all day?”

Gladly, I was talking to myself and did not use any of the those. My gorgeous friend beside me then asked, “Are you okay?” “Yes, I am, ” I responded. I was about to even speak less, but I couldn’t. Perhaps, it’s because I was poisoned by the author’s words. So I just let my silence be unfathomable. I continued conversing with these thoughts of mine. 

A good communicator can always be a good listener, but a good listener can’t always be a good communicator. By listening to someone, reacting to what he/she has said and subsequently understanding each other, that makes you a good communicator. Conversely, by merely and attentively listening to someone talking, that makes you a good listener- nothing more and nothing less. Well, I’d rather be a good communicator than a good listener. 

When the discussion was over, I realized that you can learn out from speaking less and listening more. But it’s not always the case. I became a good listener during that time which showed whom I was influenced by (my favorite author) and not who I really am, but I never regretted because I learned. The truth may be quite elusive, but there is a hidden message to decipher behind the esoteric words. Knowing the truth, it is best to be a good communicator. One who listens. One who speaks. And one who has the capability to understand and be understood. I guess that is enough for me.