Thursday, November 23, 2006

Down

Not a lot of things could get me down.

Not even the long queues that I had to withstand yesterday under the scorching heat of the sun (while I was waiting for my NBI and police clearances to be processed) spoiled my day. Never mind that there were numerous inefficiencies in the whole “applying-for-your-clearance” process. And never mind that I got another bad case of sunburn—aggravating my already badly (read: unevenly) tanned skin owing to the past month’s activities, including the GK build that I joined four weeks ago, my Batangas trip with my balikbayan cousin last week, and my everyday commute under the RP sun. (At the rate I’m going, I think my mom’s dermatologist friend could be right—I might actually get skin cancer if I’m not more careful. But I digress.)

Things like physical discomfort or dealing with inadequate service in government offices are not new to me. After three decades of living in the Philippines, you get used to these things and you learn to cope. And if yesterday ended for me right after going through that “ordeal” of securing clearances from the local government, I still wouldn’t have considered it as a “bad day”—bad case of sunburn and all.

Towards the end of the day, however, the real “ordeal” began. I heard from a good friend who’s caught in an unenviable predicament. I really, really wanted to help, but I did not have the means to do so. Then, much later in the evening, I heard from another friend, likewise in dire circumstances. Once more, I was incapable of doing anything but pray.

It’s not the first time that this kind of thing happened, actually. I really don’t know what it is with this season, but since the month started, I’ve been hearing news from troubled friends, one after the other. How strange. And how sad.

In those previous occasions, I was able to take things in stride. Last night, however, it all somehow became very real to me. The whole time, my heart was beating louder and faster than usual, plus there was that huge lump on my throat that I had to bear with. I suppose part of my anxiety is borne out of knowing that I couldn’t do anything concretely to help even if I wanted to. That sense of helplessness and incapacity are, for me, some of the worst feelings in the world. In addition, I couldn’t help but think—“If it could happen to them, it could happen to anyone.” It is, I believe, the randomness of it all that makes it most daunting and that much harder to guard against.

Needless to say, last night was a very long night.

The funny thing is, I am typically a night person. I normally find solace in the rest and solitude that nighttide usually brings. But then again, last night was anything but normal as far as my two friends were concerned.

Hence, when the sun came up today, I welcomed it with open arms.

Doubts and perils of the night, be gone! I’d choose sunburn anytime.:)

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Thursday, November 09, 2006

Will

Illumination. It could come from just about anywhere. This week, it came from some obscure site which I, by some strange occurrence, managed to land myself in.

It said: “It's not a matter of can or cannot, it's a matter of will or will not, everything is a choice….”

That clinches it.

And so, barring any fortuitous circumstances, I will...

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Thursday, November 02, 2006

Where in the World...?

That is the question that has been hounding me these past couple of days. Middle of last week, I officially received placement offers from VSO partner institutions. There are five of them all in all—two in Mongolia, two in Zambia, and one in India. As I was reading through the placement documentation for all these options—especially the ones for Zambia—I felt my cheeks flushing and my heart skipping a beat! The responsibilities attached to these placements were overwhelming but exciting as well. And they’re all youth development-related, which was exactly what I had hoped for. Not bad for someone who was fine with taking on any placement that would come her way. Not bad at all.

That's the exciting part.

But now comes the difficult part—the one that involves making decisions. Asking me to choose between these placement offers is like asking me to pick just one dish to eat amidst a buffet feast! It’s a good thing that VSO gives its volunteers two weeks to formally accept an offer or not. As my training/programme adviser told me, “This is gonna be a life-changing decision, so take your time.” Talk about adding pressure to an already buoyed-up balloon. Haha.

If only we could make decisions based on eeny-meeny-miney-moes, things would probably be easier. Or not. But hey, who am I to complain? There are worse things in life than having several options…like not having other options to base one’s decision on, which is the dilemma that some of my co-volunteers are finding themselves in.

Anyway, a day after I received the offers and read through all the materials forwarded to me, I narrowed down my options to these three designations:

  • Volunteer Programme Manager, Mongolian Youth Federation (Ulaanbaatar, Mongolia)
  • Organisation Development Adviser, Patang (Orissa, India)
  • Projects Coordinator, Action Nation Group for Emerging Leaders a.k.a. ANGEL (Chipata, Zambia)
These three possible placements stand for causes that I believe in (i.e., youth empowerment, education development), and are somewhat similar to what I have been doing for Pathways these past years (except that two of these involve fund raising…arrggh!). I could see myself working in each of these organizations and countries. Had any one of these options been offered to me individually (that is, not simultaneous with the other options), I probably would have taken it without much ado.

My sentimental favorite, of course, is Zambia. How many times have I said that working in Africa would be a dream come true? In fact, that rush of blood to the head that I experienced when I received the offer to work with ANGEL almost made me decide, right there and then, to take the job. But then again, I knew that any choice I’d be making would have to go through careful deliberation.

At the end of the day, it would have to boil down to where I would be able to most effectively serve, given the skills and experience that I have vis-à-vis the needs of the community. Hence, I had to gather information—read through the briefing packs, online articles, and get in touch with people who have lived and worked in these countries and institutions. And I have been doing exactly these things these past few days. What I’ve learned through my “research” were daunting at times, and encouraging at times. But at all times, they proved to be enlightening.

Four months from now, I could be freezing to death in Ulaanbataar, or getting my feet muddied in the rugged terrains of Chipata, or weathering cyclones in Orissa. But wherever I may be by then, I just hope that it is where I am meant to be.

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