hi prenships (and not so prenships)!
this mother's day i would like to honor and have everyone (and i mean everyone including those not in my address book) meet Ma. Emily Samonte-Mariano, my sister. She is fondly called Miles by family and friends...but i insist on calling her Emily. If you haven't had the pleasure of meeting her, then you're missing a lot. She's fun and funny and talented and easygoing and smart and has the gift of gab, so there is no boring moment with her (well, if you know me and are my friend then you'd agree she takes after me ).
But aside from her cool personality, she is the most generous and considerate sister i have (well, actually, she's the only sister i have )... so let me rephrase that...she's the most generous and considerate sister there is. And i'm pretty sure she's just as wonderful a daughter, wife, mother, friend, boss, etc. She never hesitates to help where it is needed and she doesn't ask anything in return. She is not just generous with her gifts but also with her time, patience, compliments, her talents, her resources...and not just with family and friends. The elderly at the home for the aged and the orphans/abandoned children at the Boystown can attest to her generosity. She gives until it hurts.
She loves openly and is not afraid to express it. She has a ready smile and 'thank you' not just to family or friends but to drivers and waiters and janitors and vendors and sales clerks and security guards and delivery boys and the masahista at the spa or the manikurista at the parlor. She treats everyone as her friend and sees everyone as brother/sister in Christ.
Ricky, her husband, is one blessed and lucky son-of-a....mother and father (hehehe). But I believe that because my sister has been kindhearted and God-loving/fearing, God has chosen to bless her with a sister like me ....este! husband like Ricky.
this mother's day, i would like to honor and thank Emily, my sister, for....everything. Why?because I don't have a gift for her - joke! because she is all what i have said....and more!
love you sis!
ate maan
(she's the only one who gets to call me "ate", ok?)
Sunday, May 9, 2010
Saturday, May 8, 2010
thought for the day
i'd like to share the Lord's message for me today:
"When we live lives that are pleasing before the Lord, godly lives, righteous lives, we may always be assured that no matter where our steps take us, we have been led there by the Lord God Himself"
"When we live lives that are pleasing before the Lord, godly lives, righteous lives, we may always be assured that no matter where our steps take us, we have been led there by the Lord God Himself"
Thursday, May 6, 2010
on mothers
It’s going to be Mother’s Day soon and I’d like to talk about mothers. . . well, my mother in particular. It used to hurt to talk about her even three years after her death. It still does hurt but now I smile more often in remembrance. I guess it has got something to do with the healing I experienced in Hawaii. And as part of my healing process, I thought I’d talk about her (I hope you don’t mind that I’m involving you in my healing process).
I wish every one of my friends (and even virtual strangers) got the chance to meet her. She was fun and funny without meaning to be! Don’t get me wrong – she was quite strict in her Catholic policies with me and my sister. That’s why we (ok, just me) had to be creative about our social (a.k.a. love) lives.
She was also quite an achiever. She never failed to remind us, i guess as a form of motivator, that she was a summa cum laude (I’m not even sure I spelled it right), a scholar, master’s degree holder and PhD of UP (for her there was no better school), and of course a member of UP’s honor society, the Pi Gamma Mu. She's a tough act to follow. So I guess I didn’t even try. She must have wondered many times in her life if we were her children (ok, again, just me)…. she couldn’t fathom why I didn’t have the heart to complete the few remaining units of the master’s degree I wasn’t trying to pursue. If I didn't have her nose, she'd probably declare me a lost and found case.
But she still had her many blooper/funny moments. One time, while she was writing one of her books (did I mention that she authored books, short stories, plays, etc.?) she tried learning to use the computer. When she got stalled with some sort of problem, she called for help. Over the phone, my cousin spelled out instructions – press “Esc” key – done; then press “Enter” – easy enough; then hit the spacebar. My mom went blank “What spacebar? What space? Where is that bar?” She was getting panicky and frustrated. My cousin said it’s the key at the bottom with “spacebar” on it. My mother was short of screaming when she said “What spaaaaacebaaaaar! There is noooooo spaaaacebaaar!” And true enough, there was, and is, no “spacebar” written on the keyboard...or any keyboard for that matter.
I loved and admired mom’s service and love of God and the church. She and my dad were both daily mass goers and were leaders in various religious orgs. My mom had many friends and they were just as hilarious. One time, while on an outing in Pangasinan with some of her friends from church, they were praying the rosary on a boat while island hopping in Hundred Islands. Their prayer went like this: “Hail Mary, full of grace – hey, look, that’s beautiful! … the Lord is with you, blessed are you – wow! Did you see that over there? ….among women and blessed is the – hey! Hey! Hey! (pointing at God knows what). I don’t even know if they finished praying the rosary! They were a blast!
And she was also my number 1 “broker”. She’d be sitting beside a stranger in a lounge or plane or airport and after awhile they’d be friends and swapping stories…and she’d be “selling” me and asking if the new friend had a son who could just be right for me.
God I miss her! I miss arguing with her. I miss going to the mall and watching two movies in one day with her. I miss her friendship. There wouldn’t be anymore fun times and blooper moments with her. I wish … that I had more time with her…that I told her I loved her more often…that I took better care of her…that I listened more…that I was a better daughter. Life with mom was too short…but I’m so grateful and blessed for that time.
For those of you who still have mothers with you, I envy you. Express your love for your moms not just on her birthday or on mother’s day but everyday. I envy my sister and all those brave souls who are not afraid to voice out and express their love. They don’t mind if the loved one doesn’t say the words back. I asked my sister once why she says it all the time. She simply said: “I don’t know what will happen today. There might not be a next time.”
So don’t wait until the next time.... it might be too late (like maybe I did). There might not be a next time. So MYMP (make your mama proud) and give her a big hug and thank her and tell her you love her. She deserves all that.
(Advance) Happy Mother's Day to you mothers and to your mothers.
I wish every one of my friends (and even virtual strangers) got the chance to meet her. She was fun and funny without meaning to be! Don’t get me wrong – she was quite strict in her Catholic policies with me and my sister. That’s why we (ok, just me) had to be creative about our social (a.k.a. love) lives.
She was also quite an achiever. She never failed to remind us, i guess as a form of motivator, that she was a summa cum laude (I’m not even sure I spelled it right), a scholar, master’s degree holder and PhD of UP (for her there was no better school), and of course a member of UP’s honor society, the Pi Gamma Mu. She's a tough act to follow. So I guess I didn’t even try. She must have wondered many times in her life if we were her children (ok, again, just me)…. she couldn’t fathom why I didn’t have the heart to complete the few remaining units of the master’s degree I wasn’t trying to pursue. If I didn't have her nose, she'd probably declare me a lost and found case.
But she still had her many blooper/funny moments. One time, while she was writing one of her books (did I mention that she authored books, short stories, plays, etc.?) she tried learning to use the computer. When she got stalled with some sort of problem, she called for help. Over the phone, my cousin spelled out instructions – press “Esc” key – done; then press “Enter” – easy enough; then hit the spacebar. My mom went blank “What spacebar? What space? Where is that bar?” She was getting panicky and frustrated. My cousin said it’s the key at the bottom with “spacebar” on it. My mother was short of screaming when she said “What spaaaaacebaaaaar! There is noooooo spaaaacebaaar!” And true enough, there was, and is, no “spacebar” written on the keyboard...or any keyboard for that matter.
I loved and admired mom’s service and love of God and the church. She and my dad were both daily mass goers and were leaders in various religious orgs. My mom had many friends and they were just as hilarious. One time, while on an outing in Pangasinan with some of her friends from church, they were praying the rosary on a boat while island hopping in Hundred Islands. Their prayer went like this: “Hail Mary, full of grace – hey, look, that’s beautiful! … the Lord is with you, blessed are you – wow! Did you see that over there? ….among women and blessed is the – hey! Hey! Hey! (pointing at God knows what). I don’t even know if they finished praying the rosary! They were a blast!
And she was also my number 1 “broker”. She’d be sitting beside a stranger in a lounge or plane or airport and after awhile they’d be friends and swapping stories…and she’d be “selling” me and asking if the new friend had a son who could just be right for me.
God I miss her! I miss arguing with her. I miss going to the mall and watching two movies in one day with her. I miss her friendship. There wouldn’t be anymore fun times and blooper moments with her. I wish … that I had more time with her…that I told her I loved her more often…that I took better care of her…that I listened more…that I was a better daughter. Life with mom was too short…but I’m so grateful and blessed for that time.
For those of you who still have mothers with you, I envy you. Express your love for your moms not just on her birthday or on mother’s day but everyday. I envy my sister and all those brave souls who are not afraid to voice out and express their love. They don’t mind if the loved one doesn’t say the words back. I asked my sister once why she says it all the time. She simply said: “I don’t know what will happen today. There might not be a next time.”
So don’t wait until the next time.... it might be too late (like maybe I did). There might not be a next time. So MYMP (make your mama proud) and give her a big hug and thank her and tell her you love her. She deserves all that.
(Advance) Happy Mother's Day to you mothers and to your mothers.
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
filipinos abroad - maui experience (3rd installment)
Hi prenships! Here’s the 3rd installment of my maui experience series (hope you're not sick of it yet).
Before I went to Hawaii, I had thought that the art of wearing a flower behind the ear and wearing floral shirts and dresses were just cultural or traditional thingy much like our Filipiniana dresses and exquisitely designed barong tagalogs ( I mean I don’t know about you, but I only see Filipinianas worn during cultural or special events like weddings). But I was wrong… the locals in Hawaii wore floral dresses and gowns and shirts all the time.
And the art of wearing a flower behind the ear? I thought it was just that – art …as in “ka-artehan”. But the women wore it and I found it lovely and fascinating. So I started wearing a flower behind my ear whenever possible. I first wore a flower behind my right ear. But my hair kept getting in the way and falling all over the flower, eventually covering it all up.
So I started wearing a flower behind my left ear.
I thought I looked cool (and sometimes funny) and blended in with the locals. Sure I did but wearing it behind my left ear was a BIG mistake!!! I didn’t know that wearing it meant something… on the left ear, it means you are married, engaged or with someone; on the right ear you are free. Gosh! Now at least I have something to blame for my lack of “hunting” success in Hawaii …hehehe. It was fun though….like playing dress-up.
Incidentally, let me tell you my realization that we Filipinos are so Filipinos more so when we’re abroad (and for those who’ve been abroad, especially in the US of A, you know what I’m talking about). I mean, you can spot a Filipino a mile away in an airport. How? She’d be standing beside four balikbayan boxes…at least. I was in Hawaii for more than 2 weeks and I didn’t think I would need one, right? Well, I was stubborn enough not to put my stuff in a balikbayan box and I ended up with two pieces of broken luggage…as in one luggage lost two of its wheels and broke its handle (that’s how heavy my stuff was) while the other one…well you just have to see it. So heed to the wisdom of using a balikbayan box.
Most Filipinos hate the sun, don't you agree?. I probably stood out in Hawaii….because while everyone else was basking in the sun, I was under a tree or shade. And if I had to walk some distance to go to a store or a scenic spot, I’d go running like my life depended on it. People probably thought I was crazy (well, they wouldn’t be far off their guess).
And while we were on a beach, my “tita” and I started collecting whitish smooth round just-the-right-size rocks. Right-size rocks for what you ask? What else, for use as scrub in the shower! (Oh you!)
And that’s another thing – we call everybody tito or tita. The Filipinos is one big family!
And I guess we’re the only race in the planet that says “Excuse excuse” when we have to pass in front of the TV or between people. With matching bowed heads and clasped hands. I love it that we’re so courteous.
TFC. I don’t watch teleserye in Manila…I get to watch it (and several times a day at that) when I’m in the US! What else is there to say?
And of course the CR (comfort room). One time, I badly needed to “go” and of course, in my condition I forgot they called CR by a different name (or is it us that calls it by a different name). So I asked where the CR was. The lady looked incredulously and said “What CR?” I looked at her just as incredulously with an expression that said “duh!”
You just gotta love being a Filipino!
Before I went to Hawaii, I had thought that the art of wearing a flower behind the ear and wearing floral shirts and dresses were just cultural or traditional thingy much like our Filipiniana dresses and exquisitely designed barong tagalogs ( I mean I don’t know about you, but I only see Filipinianas worn during cultural or special events like weddings). But I was wrong… the locals in Hawaii wore floral dresses and gowns and shirts all the time.
And the art of wearing a flower behind the ear? I thought it was just that – art …as in “ka-artehan”. But the women wore it and I found it lovely and fascinating. So I started wearing a flower behind my ear whenever possible. I first wore a flower behind my right ear. But my hair kept getting in the way and falling all over the flower, eventually covering it all up.
So I started wearing a flower behind my left ear.
I thought I looked cool (and sometimes funny) and blended in with the locals. Sure I did but wearing it behind my left ear was a BIG mistake!!! I didn’t know that wearing it meant something… on the left ear, it means you are married, engaged or with someone; on the right ear you are free. Gosh! Now at least I have something to blame for my lack of “hunting” success in Hawaii …hehehe. It was fun though….like playing dress-up.
Incidentally, let me tell you my realization that we Filipinos are so Filipinos more so when we’re abroad (and for those who’ve been abroad, especially in the US of A, you know what I’m talking about). I mean, you can spot a Filipino a mile away in an airport. How? She’d be standing beside four balikbayan boxes…at least. I was in Hawaii for more than 2 weeks and I didn’t think I would need one, right? Well, I was stubborn enough not to put my stuff in a balikbayan box and I ended up with two pieces of broken luggage…as in one luggage lost two of its wheels and broke its handle (that’s how heavy my stuff was) while the other one…well you just have to see it. So heed to the wisdom of using a balikbayan box.
Most Filipinos hate the sun, don't you agree?. I probably stood out in Hawaii….because while everyone else was basking in the sun, I was under a tree or shade. And if I had to walk some distance to go to a store or a scenic spot, I’d go running like my life depended on it. People probably thought I was crazy (well, they wouldn’t be far off their guess).
And while we were on a beach, my “tita” and I started collecting whitish smooth round just-the-right-size rocks. Right-size rocks for what you ask? What else, for use as scrub in the shower! (Oh you!)
And that’s another thing – we call everybody tito or tita. The Filipinos is one big family!
And I guess we’re the only race in the planet that says “Excuse excuse” when we have to pass in front of the TV or between people. With matching bowed heads and clasped hands. I love it that we’re so courteous.
TFC. I don’t watch teleserye in Manila…I get to watch it (and several times a day at that) when I’m in the US! What else is there to say?
And of course the CR (comfort room). One time, I badly needed to “go” and of course, in my condition I forgot they called CR by a different name (or is it us that calls it by a different name). So I asked where the CR was. The lady looked incredulously and said “What CR?” I looked at her just as incredulously with an expression that said “duh!”
You just gotta love being a Filipino!
Thursday, April 22, 2010
my super-duper-extra-mini feeding program
Since joining bo sanchez’ kerygma family, I’ve been receiving inspirational messages, the most recent of which says “focus on how you can impact the world with God’s love.” And I was inspired to share this…. (again, please bear with my looooong sharing)
I’ve always heard people say “how can I make a difference in this world?” I, myself, have asked that very question. I mean I’m not in a position of power or wealth or influence to make life-changing laws or build schools or houses or donate large sums of money. Nor do I have the inclination (at least I don’t think so) to organize fund raising or charity events. That’s why I admire and love my sister for her penchant and drive to organize “parties” for the lolos and lolas at the home for the aged or at the orphanage. Along with her husband, they shell out some pretty mean hard-earned money to give the lolos and lolas a hearty lunch (sometimes with merienda to boot), some good time and loot bags (God bless them!). Family (including myself) and friends do give what we can or help out at these events. But this doesn’t seem to be enough…at least for me.
So how can I make a difference? There’s this bookstore in the mini mall in our village that I frequent during weekends. In one of my visits to the store, I noticed this old lady in shabby clothes sitting by the sidewalk where I parked my car. One look and you’d know she’s a beggar…but as I watched her, I noticed that she didn’t hold out her hand or ask people to beg for whatever. If people gave her coins or food, she graciously thanked them. I felt compassion for this gracious lady and I went back to the mini-mall to buy some food at the grocery.
It started out with a sandwich or bread or biscuits and a bottle of water, just enough for a meal, or two if she stretched it that far. I regularly went back every weekend and the groceries grew from a day’s worth to a few days’ (maybe even a week’s) worth of goodies. This has been going for months and I called this my super-duper-extra-mini feeding program. I realized that what I can do need not change the whole world….just someone’s world. It can start with just one.
I never shared this with anyone before lest people think I’m being such a goody-goody or that I might lose the merit of the service. But now I believe that if, with this sharing, I can move just one person to do the same thing or make a friend re-think his/her priorities or inspire someone to act with compassion, then I have helped change someone else’s world.
It need not be an old shabby lady…it could be a friend in need of someone to listen, or a family who needs forgiveness or an officemate who needs understanding, or a stranger who needs a smile…it just starts with one. So let’s make a difference and impact someone’s world with God’s love…now!
I’ve always heard people say “how can I make a difference in this world?” I, myself, have asked that very question. I mean I’m not in a position of power or wealth or influence to make life-changing laws or build schools or houses or donate large sums of money. Nor do I have the inclination (at least I don’t think so) to organize fund raising or charity events. That’s why I admire and love my sister for her penchant and drive to organize “parties” for the lolos and lolas at the home for the aged or at the orphanage. Along with her husband, they shell out some pretty mean hard-earned money to give the lolos and lolas a hearty lunch (sometimes with merienda to boot), some good time and loot bags (God bless them!). Family (including myself) and friends do give what we can or help out at these events. But this doesn’t seem to be enough…at least for me.
So how can I make a difference? There’s this bookstore in the mini mall in our village that I frequent during weekends. In one of my visits to the store, I noticed this old lady in shabby clothes sitting by the sidewalk where I parked my car. One look and you’d know she’s a beggar…but as I watched her, I noticed that she didn’t hold out her hand or ask people to beg for whatever. If people gave her coins or food, she graciously thanked them. I felt compassion for this gracious lady and I went back to the mini-mall to buy some food at the grocery.
It started out with a sandwich or bread or biscuits and a bottle of water, just enough for a meal, or two if she stretched it that far. I regularly went back every weekend and the groceries grew from a day’s worth to a few days’ (maybe even a week’s) worth of goodies. This has been going for months and I called this my super-duper-extra-mini feeding program. I realized that what I can do need not change the whole world….just someone’s world. It can start with just one.
I never shared this with anyone before lest people think I’m being such a goody-goody or that I might lose the merit of the service. But now I believe that if, with this sharing, I can move just one person to do the same thing or make a friend re-think his/her priorities or inspire someone to act with compassion, then I have helped change someone else’s world.
It need not be an old shabby lady…it could be a friend in need of someone to listen, or a family who needs forgiveness or an officemate who needs understanding, or a stranger who needs a smile…it just starts with one. So let’s make a difference and impact someone’s world with God’s love…now!
Monday, April 19, 2010
man i'm in love with
prenship, I’m crushed! I’m devastated! I just had to share my anguish. I recently found out…well, it’s more like confirmed… that I’m in love (ok, “in love” may be too strong but “crush” is too juvenile) with a man who’s. . . oh I can’t say it. It actually hurts to say but he’s….let’s just say he’s the “wrong” guy. Somebody get me a drink, please!!!
Thursday, April 8, 2010
maui experience (2nd installment)
Hi prenships! I know I’ve already made a brief account of my vacation, but indulge me (please?) this moment to tell you a bit more (“more” being the operative word). I thought that by this time I would be over this euphoric (over!) state …but I realize that I hope I never get over this feeling and here’s why.
When I was making plans to go to the US of A, Hawaii was farthest from my mind. Firstly, because all I knew about Hawaii was that it’s surrounded by beaches…and I DON’T LIKE GOING TO THE BEACH!!!! Secondly...well, I just don’t like going to the beach! I had set my mind to going to either Michigan or LA where I knew I would be having fun because I would be among close friends. I came across a few hassles while planning for the Michigan or LA trip but I was insistent…and being stubborn about it (and to say that I’m stubborn and strong-willed is an understatement). Besides, the invitation to visit hawaii was issued a few years back by my mom’s close friends. They’re nice folks and good family friends but I had not seen nor spoken to them in yeeeears. And I wanted to be among friends and young people my own age (yeah, right!).
But a short email message sent by one of my bosses kept creeping up on me. In it she had said that “we are where we should be”. I have heard and read this line (or a version of it) a number of times like in a poem by St. Therese, in books, etc., but it was at this particular time in my life that it stuck and held meaning. So I decided to embrace it, to allow it to guide me and to just go with the flow…to trust that God is indeed in control.
My sister recalled the long-ago-issued invitation to Hawaii and I, braced with this new attitude, tried giving Hawaii a go and emailed the family just to see how things will go…and everything just went from there. I didn’t know what to expect from the trip. I wasn’t too excited about it because…well, have I mentioned that I don’t like the beach!? Little did I know that the trip held something much, much, more than fun and excitement. Sure I had those too, but the long stretches of beaches and lush mountains became something much more than sights to behold - they became symbols of love and forgiveness….God’s love and forgiveness. Every rainbow and sunset was a stamp of His overflowing generosity for us. It was like God was holding me tight and said that He will never let go. He has and will always carry me. I know all this may sound too much or dramatic, but that’s how it was for me.
A friend, after seeing my pictures of the flowers and the waters and the trees and the mountains, asked if I didn’t get bored in Hawaii . True, there were no theme parks or exciting rides and sprawling malls or casinos or amusement and gaming centers to go to….but how can I be bored when everyday I wake up in awe of the beauty of God’s creation? I found a renewed and overwhelming sense of gratitude and appreciation for life. Every moment there was like a prayer and a dialogue with God….whether I was doing my daily run or whale watching or merely basking under the sun.
I’m a worrywart and this letting go stuff is unfamiliar territory. So I asked Him to be patient with me as I learn to totally trust and just go with His flow.
Now I’m back home and back at work. I don’t know what’s in store for me or where I am headed and it scares me, but I pray that I am exactly where I should be and doing exactly what I should be doing. I’m learning the ropes to joyfully letting go and letting God. I pray that I can go with the flow and that it is God’s flow I’m going with.
To my “teacher” who sent the email message that was to become a lesson and to my “encouragers” who egged me on to just trust and brave the unknown …thanks!
When I was making plans to go to the US of A, Hawaii was farthest from my mind. Firstly, because all I knew about Hawaii was that it’s surrounded by beaches…and I DON’T LIKE GOING TO THE BEACH!!!! Secondly...well, I just don’t like going to the beach! I had set my mind to going to either Michigan or LA where I knew I would be having fun because I would be among close friends. I came across a few hassles while planning for the Michigan or LA trip but I was insistent…and being stubborn about it (and to say that I’m stubborn and strong-willed is an understatement). Besides, the invitation to visit hawaii was issued a few years back by my mom’s close friends. They’re nice folks and good family friends but I had not seen nor spoken to them in yeeeears. And I wanted to be among friends and young people my own age (yeah, right!).
But a short email message sent by one of my bosses kept creeping up on me. In it she had said that “we are where we should be”. I have heard and read this line (or a version of it) a number of times like in a poem by St. Therese, in books, etc., but it was at this particular time in my life that it stuck and held meaning. So I decided to embrace it, to allow it to guide me and to just go with the flow…to trust that God is indeed in control.
My sister recalled the long-ago-issued invitation to Hawaii and I, braced with this new attitude, tried giving Hawaii a go and emailed the family just to see how things will go…and everything just went from there. I didn’t know what to expect from the trip. I wasn’t too excited about it because…well, have I mentioned that I don’t like the beach!? Little did I know that the trip held something much, much, more than fun and excitement. Sure I had those too, but the long stretches of beaches and lush mountains became something much more than sights to behold - they became symbols of love and forgiveness….God’s love and forgiveness. Every rainbow and sunset was a stamp of His overflowing generosity for us. It was like God was holding me tight and said that He will never let go. He has and will always carry me. I know all this may sound too much or dramatic, but that’s how it was for me.
A friend, after seeing my pictures of the flowers and the waters and the trees and the mountains, asked if I didn’t get bored in Hawaii . True, there were no theme parks or exciting rides and sprawling malls or casinos or amusement and gaming centers to go to….but how can I be bored when everyday I wake up in awe of the beauty of God’s creation? I found a renewed and overwhelming sense of gratitude and appreciation for life. Every moment there was like a prayer and a dialogue with God….whether I was doing my daily run or whale watching or merely basking under the sun.
I’m a worrywart and this letting go stuff is unfamiliar territory. So I asked Him to be patient with me as I learn to totally trust and just go with His flow.
Now I’m back home and back at work. I don’t know what’s in store for me or where I am headed and it scares me, but I pray that I am exactly where I should be and doing exactly what I should be doing. I’m learning the ropes to joyfully letting go and letting God. I pray that I can go with the flow and that it is God’s flow I’m going with.
To my “teacher” who sent the email message that was to become a lesson and to my “encouragers” who egged me on to just trust and brave the unknown …thanks!
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