One-Armed Filipino Pianist plays in Sacramento

The audience watched with bated breath as pianist Mary Grace Gellekanao walked with measured steps towards the piano. She began playing “Let there be Praise,” her right stump playing the melody and her left fingers expertly playing the accompaniment and making the necessary improvisations.

It was a spellbounding performance, something you would expect from a classical pianist. But Mary Grace has an obvious disability, thought to be the result of amniotic band syndrome, a congenital malformation. She plays with her right elbow that gets painful and even bleeds after a series of concerts. Aside from that, her right foot is eight inches shorter than the left, a condition that necessitates a corrective platform shoe.

She played mostly spiritual pieces, some of which she had composed herself like “God’s Promise.” Another number, “From a Distance” was played almost effortlessly while “How Great Thou Art” proved specially moving. The Americans in the audience were amazed that she could play “Flight of the Bumblebee” which got her fingers and her stump flying all over the keyboard. Her grand finale “To God be the Glory” made us soar.

The 27-year-old pianist with an easy smile and sweet disposition exchanged pleasantries with us before she left for another concert in Sacramento that same evening. We found out she was born in Talisay City, Bacolod. She said growing up was difficult.

“I couldn't do much, not even simple things like buttoning my dress or taking off a candy wrapper. I felt so sorry for myself, especially when kids made fun of me.”

She was never invited to social gatherings. Her parents often asked her to go to her room when they had visitors to protect her from stares and nasty remarks. But her grandmother turned things around when she looked for somebody to give Mary Grace piano lessons from age six until she finished high school.

“My Grandma saw my interest when I was five years old and found a piano teacher for me. The first three piano teachers she approached didn't want to teach a one-handed student. But my Grandma told them to teach me in one hand and she'd pay for two.
Finally, the fourth teacher took me in. After I started my piano lessons, I found out that I could play with my stump. Playing the piano became the outlet to all my sadness.
Sometimes my back and my stump hurt when I play but I like to inspire people through my music. It has become my passion.”



Mary Grace showed so much promise that Sylvia Javallana, a well-known pianist in their province, brought her along to a European tour in the late 1990s, along with a cultural group. They performed in Germany and toured Switzerland, Italy and France for three weeks. Later she gave a concert in Canada and then in Korea as part of a missionary group. She stayed there for two years.

“Traveling got my mind off self-pity. I began to understand that everything happens for a reason.”

Mary Grace said that if she had not been disabled she would have taken things easy and not focus on developing any of her talents. She would not have engaged in a constant dialogue with God.

“I tell people there is no such thing as junk. God creates only the best although we may have disabilities or misfortunes. It’s up to us to develop what we have and rise above apparent limitations.”

She graduated from La Salle Bacolod with a degree in Psychology. In 2001, during a trip to the US, she met Reva Moore, a Filipina married to an American and has two biological sons. Reva later adopted Mary Grace. They currently live in Louisiana.

Six years ago, Reva Moore established the Adopt a Minister International with the support of Mary Grace. The proceeds of her concerts go to Filipino pastors who are unemployed by the local missions. There are around 500 unemployed Theology graduates in the Philippines. Now the ministry also supports ministers in other Asian countries.

Mary Grace performs practically every weekend all over the United States. She is open to performing for any church or organization. You can contact her at 225-664-8174 or you can email her at revawall@bellsouth.net

Filipinos look after Alzheimer's Patients

One in eight Americans is over 65. Many of them suffer from Alzheimer's, a degenerative and incurable brain disease characterized by short-term memory loss, spatial disorientation, trouble with words and arithmetic, and some impairment of judgment.

The aging of the US population is expected to intensify the demand for caregivers who have to take a certified nursing assistant training course, First Aid, CPR and pass a background check. If they want a fair wage with medical benefits, they need to have a Social Security number, which means they have to be greencard holders or US citizens.

Many Filipinos have set their sights on working as caregivers, thinking it is going to be a piece of cake. What they may not be aware of is that aside from changing diapers, lifting patients and pushing wheelchairs, they will have to deal with patients who suffer from dramatic mood changes, hallucinations, severe disorientation and paranoia.

Giving psychotropic drugs may not always solve the problem. When overused, these drugs may cause depression and agitation. A number of nursing homes had been found guilty of overmedication and abuse of patients that their licenses got revoked. Filipinos who work in some nursing homes attest to difficult patients being given pills or shots to knock them down. With a ratio of one caregiver to every 10-20 patients, it is impossible to supervise all patients so sedating the "unruly" ones has become routine. There had been cases of elderly slipping out and walking aimlessly in the streets. Still more fell from their beds and had to undergo hip and back operations.

A number of caregivers are new immigrants and poor, single mothers with low educational attainment. Tourists also work as relievers on weekends. I met a Filipino seaman who worked in a nursing home owned by a former Marcos crony. He said he had to look after someone with bipolar illness. Being a caregiver is like an initiation rite to most Filipinos, whatever may be their profession or social standing in the Philippines. Male caregivers are now preferred because the task requires heavy lifting and men are more up to this task.

While taking paralegal studies in Washington, I visited some adult family homes owned by Filipino acquaintances who were encouraging me to put up one. An adult family home normally admits five to ten elderly residents who pay from $3,000 to $8,000 each depending on the level of care they needed. A nursing home can admit as many as a hundred patients. An assisted living is for seniors who can still manage on their own and just need occasional help.

What struck me most about the elderly who suffer from dementia was how they acted out their memories, or what remained of them.

An 84-year-old lady was always in a hurry to leave, saying she had to go home and cook for her husband who had long passed away. Another woman in her mid-70s would chant “Put the reindeer in the oven” countless times until she fell asleep. A 99-year-old lady would not let any male come near her whether he was ten, twenty or eighty. She was the toast of their town in her youth and had countless suitors. In her old age, she still thought she was irresistible.

A man in his 80s would wear his elegant suit each morning and attempt to leave for the airport, thinking he still worked as an airline pilot. His roommate was bedridden. Whenever someone cleaned him up, he would get abusive, calling everyone a "square head". He wrestled with alcoholism and drug addiction all his life.

The owners of the nursing homes often joked that perhaps, when they got old, they would also betray their lifestyle, or worse, their obsessions. One said that he would not want to start his sentence with "When I was in Las Vegas...."

I realized that due to their circumstances, old people mainly live by their memories. They are bitter if their memories are mostly bad. They are cheerful when memories are good.

The late Luis Buñuel, founder of surrealist cinema, said that "you have to lose your memory, if only in bits and pieces, to realize that memory is what makes our lives. Life without memory is no life at all.... Our memory is our coherence, our reason, our feeling, even our action. Without it, we are nothing."

As Alzheimer's disease catches up with America's graying population, children find it difficult to deal with their folks. "They often have this blank look in their eyes. It's as if they have lost their soul,” a daughter said.

What is interesting is that caregivers themselves eventually absorb their patients’ dementia as they do not get enough sleep and they work for months without a dayoff. Half of all Alzheimer's caregivers reportedly struggle with clinical depression.

Filipino Doctors as Nurses in America

The Philippines has given the world its best medical professionals for decades but as the "brain hemorrhage" continues, public health officials warn of its dire consequences. Around 1,000 hospitals have reportedly closed in the past five years because of a shortage of doctors. Likewise, a number of medical schools have ceased operating because of declining enrollment.
Patriotic Filipinos bemoan the fact that we are losing 70 to 90 per cent of our medical graduates to the United States. "This is a glaring insult to the blood, sweat and tears of our people," says Dr Jose Tiongco, a University of the Philippines graduate and chief executive officer of the Medical Mission Group Hospitals/Health Services Cooperative-Philippines Federation.

As US immigrants, our doctors have one of the highest average incomes per household in America. But if they are enjoying the good life, they most certainly deserve it after spending more than ten years in medical school.
Dr Francisco Marasigan, a Manila Central University graduate who is now based in California, was a rural doctor in Batangas for two years. "Many of my patients were so poor they could only pay me with vegetables from their farm."
He opened Marasigan and Marasigan Clinic in 1980 with wife Linda who also specializes in Family Practice. She came in 1968 when there was a high demand for doctors in Chicago. Although she had passed the Philippine board examination, she had to take two years of residency and one year of internship in the US.
When life in the Philippines was simple and peaceful (that is, prior to martial law, hyperinflation and the AIDS epidemic, when our economy was the envy of other Asian countries), our doctors were content to stay put, making house calls and trudging through rice fields. They felt it was their calling to treat the poor barrio folk who could hardly pay them. In return for their dedication, these rural patients respected and loved them to the point of shielding their eyes from the sun.
This kind of respect is something that eludes some of our contemporary doctors who have chosen to practice in another country. A Caucasian patient in New York reportedly demanded that he be treated by a "real doctor", not by a Filipino. Two Filipino doctors working as nurses in Texas were recently deported because they had changed the orders given by the actual (American) doctors on duty.

"The Philippines produces at least 4,000 doctors and more than 28,000 nurses a year. Eighty-eight percent of the nurses and sixty eight percent of the doctors go abroad," says Dr Tiongco. It is estimated that 8,000 nurses leave the country every year to work overseas, and almost 2,000 have medical degrees.

Because there is a higher demand for nurses than doctors especially in America, and it is faster to get a nursing license than a medical license, about 5,500 doctors are now enrolled in 45 nursing schools in the Philippines. In the last four years, 3,500 doctors left the country to take on nursing posts abroad. Some have even worked as caregivers in nursing homes.

A recent UST graduate enumerates some of the hurdles Filipino doctors face in the Philippines: taking the tough board examination after graduation, and if they want to go to the US, then taking the United States Medical Licensing Examination. A medical graduate says it would only cost her around P120,000 for the two-year Bachelor of Science in Nursing program.
While working as nurses overseas may be financially rewarding, public health experts in the Philippines say a dearth of medical practitioners is killing the country's health system. People complain of long waits in hospitals, women give birth without seeing a doctor, nurse or midwife. Meningitis or strokes are often fatal because no specialists are available.

Most Filipinos who are in America say they do not plan to retire in the Philippines. "We don't know how we can survive there anymore with the increasing violence in most areas. We cannot trust the government to protect us. Whereas here in the US, we feel relatively secure. We have great medical benefits and old age pension.”
That probably says it all.

‘Makati is flanked by cookie-cutter buildings, says Architect Lira Luis

Architect Lira Luis is a towering landmark on the Filipino-American landscape. Her work has been featured in leading American publications and exhibited in state museums. She is in the registry of “Who’s Who Among Executive and Professional Women in America (Honors Edition)” by Cambridge Who’s Who Registry of New York, 2007.

The only Filipino to have graduated from Taliesin West – Frank Lloyd Wright’s School of Architecture – since its establishment in 1937, she started a Lira Luis Brand, with offices in New York, Phoenix and Manila. She also heads Progressive Habitats Foundation, an organization that offers design services to the homeless and helps in rebuilding the flood-devastated Mississippi.

She first got our attention last year when she designed a $4-million mall in Arizona patterned after the Philippine nipa hut in collaboration with American Architect George Sheller. “It is not a literal interpretation of the indigenous house in our country, more of utilizing the bahay kubo’s stilts. The stilts for the mall were angled in such a way that they give the impression of movement and activity which are important elements in any restaurant or retail environment.”

Aside from this project, Lira became famous for her Portable Transient Shelter Pods, a runner-up in Metropolis Magazine’s NEXT Generation design competition. “It’s a housing solution that was originally designed for homeless seafarers in the Philippines. When the project did not push through, a British Columbia non-profit organization expressed interest in this idea for one of their disaster-stricken areas. Then came the Asian tsunami that found another use for the Pods.”

Lira has likewise come up with an affordable housing solution dubbed as the “M.O.D. House for an International Design Competition. It became a finalist out of over 440 entries in the HOME House Project: The Future of Affordable Housing competition organized by the Southeastern Center for Contemporary Art (SECCA) some years ago. She collaborated with Navin Pathangay and Chris Ilg – architect-friends from a leading architectural firm in Phoenix – and with Steve Soenksen, a fellow Taliesin graduate.

The project’s criteria included a design with environmentally conscious materials, technologies, and methods for single-family houses using Habitat for Humanity’s basic three- and four-bedroom house plans.

The M.O.D House has since been exhibited along with other select entries in prestigious venues like the Weisman Art Museum in Minneapolis and The Gallery of New York School of Interior Design. It is also featured in a book published by MIT Press. Prototypes of the HOME House Project finalists will soon be built in South Carolina.

“I want to be known as a socially responsible architect,” says Lira who is currently based in Chicago, the same city where Frank Lloyd Wright first built his Oakpark Home and Studio as a young architect, and where Ernest Hemingway lived. She admits that she has a soft spot for the homeless which could be the result of having studied in the School of the Holy Spirit in Quezon City (elementary and high school) and the University of Santo Tomas (BS Architecture). “Oh yes,” she chuckles, “those five years of Theology at UST!”

Graduating cum laude from the University of Santo Tomas in 1995, she was offered a scholarship by prestigious schools in England and Scotland but she chose the Taliesin West scholarship.

Only a maximum of 35 students are accepted in Taliesin West’s Bachelor and MA programs every year, out of the thousands who apply from different countries. She took its masteral program for three years, staying in a studio at daytime and sleeping each night in a tent without electricity, phone and water, in its 600-acre property. It is part of the school’s experiential training that connects students to their environment in the Arizona desert. “We were trained to co-exist with nature.” The great Frank Lloyd Wright was a proponent of organic architecture. He believed that the structure should blend with, not impose, on nature. He also believed that humanity should be central to all design.

“I have always admired Frank Lloyd Wright. It was such a joy to study and live in a building that he designed. My other favorite structures are Fallingwater in Pennsylvania (with a stream and waterfall running under the building) and the Solomon Guggenheim Museum in New York which is like a seashell.”

In 2006, she went back to Manila for the first time after seven years, and launched an audio book about FLW’s architecture titled “Frankly Speaking: It’s the Wright Way .” The book-launching was held at Oakwood Premier, by Ayala Land, Incorporated, a company she worked for ten years ago. On November 9-11, she will have a book-signing during the 75th Taliesen Fellowship reunion to be held in Taliesen West, Scottsdale, Arizona.

Lira is also a big fan of Ayn Rand who wrote “The Fountainhead”. “Did you know that Ayn Rand spent some time at Taliesin West while writing her novel and that her protagonist was patterned after Wright?”

Lira is exceptionally articulate, hardly pausing during the interview, as if she does not run out of ideas. She also sounds very enthusiastic about any topic that is brought up. No wonder she is often invited to speak at architects’ conventions in the US and the Philippines. Recently she spoke before the National Alzheimer’s Association about high performance buildings.

What does she think of the high-rise buildings in Hong Kong? Lira says they have their own charm and character. “I like the design of the Hong Kong and Shanghai Bank building. It’s innovative.” But she says she does not care for the Cathedral of Sagrada Familia in Spain, designed by Antonio Gaudi. “It reminds me of melting candles.” This cathedral has been under construction for over a century.

Lira notes that after September 11, some American architects have designed buildings with a hole in the middle, perhaps a subliminal defense against another Twin Towers plane attack. They are also into green buildings.

She does not think the Philippines buys the principles of organic architecture very much. In her website, she freely expresses what she thinks of the Makati skyscrapers:

“Makati is flanked by cookie-cutter buildings designed by foreigners who have displayed a total lack of understanding of a tropical country in a lower latitude close to the equator. Why did we allow this to happen? Partly due to Filipino mindset of colonialism and branding. Anything imported, in this case designed by a foreigner, must be good. This is contrary to the organic architecture I’ve learned. A building needs to be site-specific. One can’t just pluck the floor plan of a building from out of an industrialized nation like America then build it in a country in different latitude. It’s like buying a fur coat in New York because it’s hip and trendy then wearing it in Manila where it’s 30 + degrees C.”

Lira thinks President Gloria Arroyo needs to support initiatives that create environmental awareness and responsibility. The government needs to establish a national benchmark for the design, construction, and operation of high-performance buildings.

Architects need to help solve the environmental problem through design. “I’m currently pursuing accreditation from LEED to become a professional Sustainable Design Expert. Government buildings are now required to be LEED-certified in the U.S.”

Lira had passed the architectural board examination in Manila before she came over to America but she also took the US board soon after she finished her graduate studies in 2000. “The US Architect Registration Exam (ARE) is comprised of nine rigorous exam divisions that you need to pass and which you can take, one day for each subject. There was one that lasted eight hours straight. Not even a five-minute break for us to go to the bathroom.”

As expected, she passed the nine exams, but she was modest about this accomplishment. “It was hard in the sense that the US codes are different from what we were taught back home. But the software training I got in the Philippines is comparable to what they have in America.” She is proficient in many softwares including Autodesk’s Autocad and Graphisoft’s ArchiCAD.

Lira is equally modest about her background. “I come from a middle class family in Quezon City. My father is a retired military colonel while my mother is an educator.” She played keyboard in an all-women band in high school and now plays golf occasionally, and has performed in theatrical productions in Wisconsin and Arizona.

She reveals that her sun sign is Aquarius. “I am a bit eccentric, an out-of-the-box thinker. I am open and experimental.” She says her ideal home “should be part of nature, blends with nature, one with nature. It should definitely grace the landscape.”

My Love Affair With Volcanoes

Indiana Jones would have loved her company.

The alpha female from Aklan was a promising volcanologist who cracked the male clique at the Philippine Institute of Volcanology and Seismology (PHIVOLCS) in 1984. During a field work, Cheerie Tirazona Magalit discovered the oldest known fossil of a Stegodon, a genus of the elephant family, evidence that the Philippines may have been connected to mainland Asia by land bridges a long time ago.

“I got lost in the jungle many times, slept on a river bed drenched and starving. I nearly got raped when I was doing field mapping in Taal . This co-worker picked me up from Talisay. We had to cross a big lake at dusk. When we reached the middle of the lake, the engine went off and he decided to get very friendly. I couldn’t jump because I didn’t know how to swim and even if I could, it was miles from the shore. I told him that if he continued to harass me I could easily push him off the boat and both of us could drown and no one would benefit from this senseless death. He started the engine as if nothing happened and we got to the island where my friends were waiting.”

She also had close encounters with the New People’s Army.

“We (geologists) found ourselves between the rebels and government troops. If we befriended NPAs, we were considered communists. If we were seen with the military, we were called right-wing extremists. Both of these groups wouldn’t have any qualms shooting us and dumping our bodies somewhere. I remember being in Canlaon, Negros Oriental, an NPA-infested place. When we did our rounds there, some gun-toting men in uniform would hitch a ride with us. We could not tell if they were NPAs or military men. This made us uneasy because we could be mistaken for sympathizers of either group. And we could be in real trouble either way.”

Cheerie almost got bald when she contracted typhoid fever perhaps from drinking contaminated water in Mayon. The three-week confinement drove her bonkers so she escaped from the hospital for a few hours for a whiff of fresh air.

She experienced fleeing in pajamas as ashes started blanketing their observatory in Sto Domingo, Albay during Mayon’s eruption in 1984. “It was around two o’clock in the afternoon but it was dark as night. People were running in different directions, carrying their belongings in panic. It was pandemonium. It seemed like the end of the world. I kept my fears at bay by telling myself that I would live to tell my family and friends about this experience.”

Tagged the “queen of cool” by friends, Cheerie was a chemistry major at the University of the Philippines (Diliman) when a course in geology during her senior year changed her career path. She placed 11th at the board examinations for geologists in 1983.

“I found out it was difficult to land a job in the mining and petroleum industry if one was a new graduate and a female at that. Only the Philippine Institute of Volcanology and Seismology (PHIVOLCS) was employing young graduates at that time.”

PHIVOLCS under Director Raymundo Punongbayan was then hiring a handful of female geologists. The 30-odd technical group in the main office could be deployed any time. Around 20 staff were permanently in the field monitoring five volcanoes namely Canlaon, Bulusan, Mayon, Taal and Hibok-hibok.

Cheerie admitted she got a kick out of doing something dangerous and coming out alive. She got hooked on her work as she saw nature’s power in the raw.

“My first assignment was studying the rocks in Taal Volcano. I was a bit lukewarm until Mayon erupted in 1984, seven months after I joined PHIVOLCS. That started my love affair with volcanoes. Mayon was beautiful and with such pyrotechnic display at night, it was even more awesome to behold. It looked a giant, well-lit Christmas tree. During the day I would see billowy ash columns shooting up from the volcano to about 15 kilometers high. I would observe pyroclastic flow, a mass of hot gases and lava, barrelling down the mountain and incinerating everything on its path. This was the most dangerous as there was no escaping it. Temperatures could range from 500 to 1100 degrees C and a velocity of more than 100 km/hour. Then there were lava flows, streams of dark rocks bulldozing their way down the slope that at night looked like fiery rivers of incandescent material.”

Noted for its almost perfectly shaped cone, Mayon is one of the Philippines ‘ 22 active volcanoes. Its past eruptions had killed thousands of people and buried whole towns. Mayon and Taal have been acting up lately, prompting volcanologists to issue Alert Level I. The Philippines is in the Pacific “Ring of Fire,” where volcanic activity and earthquakes are common.

“Our instruments measured ground deformation or how much the ground/volcano was moving, tilting, inflating or deflating. We used two types of instruments: the Ranger Electronic Distance Measuring device (EDM) which measured the distance between a spot in the volcano and the base. We established mirrors in strategic sites. The device sitting on the base sent out laser beam which would hit the mirror. The mirror then reflected the beam back to the instrument and the instrument calculated the distance between the base and the mirror. We established a baseline data with which we compared subsequent data. If the distance decreased, that meant the volcano was bulging or growing towards the base. If the distance increased, that meant the volcano was deflating. Bulging meant magma was rising and could be a harbinger of an erupting volcano. Deflation could mean magma had withdrawn or depleted and an eruption was coming to an end. These things should be correlated with other data such as seismicity, gas and water chemistry, temperature, visuals, etc. The other type of machine that we carried was the Zeiss tiltmeter. We set up several stations around the volcano and each station was composed of points in a triangle and the instrument measured the amount of tilt. If the tilt was away from the volcano it could mean the volcano was inflating; if it was tilting towards the volcano it could be deflating. Not all deformations are caused by magma movement but could also be caused by withdrawal or injection of groundwater, tectonic activity, mass movement, etc. We have to be careful in interpreting our data. Again, data should be correlated with other parameters. These instruments were heavy and I had to carry them on my shoulders over steep slopes.”

After that she was deployed to other volcanoes like Bulusan, Canlaon and Hibok-hibok in Mindanao . An American volcanologist explains that a volcano can look as if it will blow up and then at the last minute, it backs off. It may snort, twitch and turn over for months and years, then go back to sleep. Or it may suddenly explode without enough warning.

“Nothing is definite really. A lot of indicators have to be considered. This is still not an exact science.”

Cheerie said she considered the dangers that accompanied her work an adventure. It was after the attempted rape incident that she became somewhat paranoid. Their volcano station in Taal island was pretty open so whenever she slept there alone she would have nightmares. “To me that was the most difficult part of my job, being out there by myself, not knowing if I was safe or not. It was not the volcano that bothered me, it was human beings.”

She also found herself in charge of the Petrology department with the main responsibility of identifying rocks. It was a tedious job, looking into the microscope the whole day. On top of this she was also going to graduate school.

After finishing her coursework at the University of the Philippines (Diliman) she moved to the University of Illinois in 1989 to continue her M.S. in Geology. She taught basic geology laboratory in exchange for free tuition and a stipend. The following year, she went to Washington ’s Smithsonian Institution as a visiting scientist. She did X-ray Fluorescence Spectroscopy (XRF) and Electron Microprobe analysis of volcanic rocks from Mayon and Taal . She also helped translate some materials for the World Volcanism Program, a compilation of past and present eruptions of volcanoes around the world which was a project undertaken by scientists at the Smithsonian’s Museum of Natural History .

Cheerie was privileged to visit Mount St Helens in Washington with a team of volcanologists from all over the world in 1989. This one-week excursion around Mt. St. Helens was part of the IAVCEI (International Association of Volcanology and Chemistry of the Earth’s Interior) convention which culminated with the presentation of research papers in Santa Fe , New Mexico . She presented her paper on the Petrology of the 1984 Eruption of Mayon Volcano.

“I was so excited at being around experts whom I only read in scientific journals. They were rock stars, no pun intended. I was in great company. I also remember seeing snow for the first time and stepping on a permafrost.”

She was awed not just by Mount St Helen’s beauty but by the infrastructure that made the volcano accessible to visitors.

“I could not help but compare it to working in the Philippines where we had to walk miles of rugged terrain, heavy equipment in tow and baking under the scorching sun. Here in America , you can drive so close to the volcano. I remember hiking up to the crater of Mount St Helens wearing my fake Puma shoes. On our way down, my two Indonesian friends had to assist me as the soles of my shoes started to chunk off. Imagine if I had to walk barefoot on these hot, craggy rocks. I remember hammering rocks on the dome of the crater and because of our collective hammering, the seismometer recorded earthquakes. The seismologist ordered us to get out of the crater fast. For a moment, we all got tense until we realized what was causing that signature on the seismogram.”

She would love to visit other active volcanoes in the US such as Mount Rainier in Washington , Yellowstone Caldera in Wyoming , Long Valley Caldera in California and Mauna Loa in Hawaii .

Even with her student assistant experience in Chicago, her MA units in Environmental Management at the University of San Francisco , and a Certificate of Hazardous Materials Management from the University of California in Berkeley , Cheerie could not work as a Geologist in the United States .

“I would have loved to continue working as a volcanologist in California but only Feds employ this kind of job and they require US citizenship. I didn’t become a citizen until four years ago. I missed a few interesting and relatively lucrative jobs because of that.”

To work as a geologist in the US government or in the state of California , one has to take the State examination, pass the board examination in geology and earn a certificate in any of the following fields – engineering geology, hydrogeology, or seismology – to enhance one’s chances of getting hired. Only a few Filipinos have been employed in US government jobs and they usually have taken graduate studies in Europe . A foreign applicant’s transcript of records is first evaluated before he is allowed to take the board. A few years’ work experience in the US is also required. This is a Catch 22 situation: how can you gain local experience if they will not hire you because you have not passed the board? How can you take the board when you are supposed to have relevant local experience first?

Cheerie vows to take the examinations but in the meantime, she has to work somewhere.

“I worked for a clinical laboratory for 10 years. From being the lowest woman on the totem pole I started getting into ergonomics, safety and community service. My job as a materials analyst (a glorified purchaser) was not that exciting but it allowed me a lot of mobility so much so that I was able to do all these other things at work. I was lucky to work with a boss who understood that workers like me could be more productive if allowed to exercise their creativity. And so I initiated and led our ergonomics program which reduced work injury. I wrote articles for our company newsletter, led our company’s SF AIDS Walk team for eight years, and raised money for the American Cancer Society and the Juvenile Diabetes Research Foundation for many years.

Realizing the need to shore up her finances for retirement and to understand how money works, Cheerie also got her license for life insurance and variable products. She worked for a financial broker on the side for a few years.

In 2003 the clinical laboratory she was working for closed and transferred its operation from Dublin to San Jose . She opted for a severance package as the commute was a killer. Thus, began her wanderings from one temporary job to another.

“Last year, I landed a teaching internship position. I taught earth science at a local high school while working on my MA in Education at the University of Phoenix and my teaching credentials. Whoa! I had never been in a more stressful job. Having no kids of my own and not having gone to a US high school, I was clueless as to how American kids behaved. At one point one my students tried to attack me. He went berserk when I told him a couple of times to stop talking while I was lecturing. He wiped my computer and other equipment off my desk. The security people later arrived. I was so shaken but surreally detached. The principal asked me if I wanted to go home but I said no. I could have quit right then but I was not going to be cowed by this behavior. What message would I be sending to my students?

“My general impression of kids in the US is they badly need attention. They lack guidance at home which translates to bad behavior in the classroom. One third of that school’s population are foster home kids so it was pretty tough. Most are raised by single parents or if they live with both parents, they rarely see their parents because they work in the bay area or have two jobs. The current mortgage crisis manifests in the students. Who could concentrate in school if they didn’t know where they’d live the next day? Of course I also had students that were made in heaven: well behaved, hardworking, motivated and unperturbed no matter what happened around them.”

Cheerie had second thoughts about teaching the following school year but fate seemed to have decided for her when she got laid off along with many other teachers. Nevertheless, she eventually found another job.

“I will start substituting next month. This way I will have a sampling of many different schools and grade levels so I can see where I really belong. I will also welcome a job that has to do with research, science education and employing creativity without the stress of classroom management.”

Even as Cheerie transforms and adapts herself in America , she still pursues her first love. Wherever there are mountains, volcanoes or any interesting geological features, she finds her way there.

“I sometimes wish I could go back to geology or volcanology even if this meant going back to the Philippines . I really enjoyed my profession. But as much as I have good memories of being a volcanologist back home, I could not stand the politics. At the time I was leaving, our office was very polarized and I was caught in the middle. That was one of the reasons I left.”

Romance, American Style

I knew I was in for some 'strange things mystifying' upon arrival in the United States when a 40-year-old American introduced a little girl beside him as his aunt. Seeing my puzzled expression, he said in an embarrassed tone, " Oh you know how it is with stepfamilies."

Later, when I remarked how sweet those 70-something couples looked, holding hands and looking into each other's eyes, I was told they were actually newly weds. "That must be their third marriage," my companion said, a privy to the affairs of the seniors whom she meets in assisted living apartments.

If Filipinos sound apologetic when they declare that "Life begins at forty", Americans are nonchalant about their age. To them every day is a new beginning.
When I started dating after my divorce, I became aware that a great deal of American men are adrenaline junkies. They're into extreme sports, activities that require a last confession before jumping off from a plane or a cliff. They make it a point of telling you how they work out in the gym at lunch break, play baseball, go mountain bike racing, rollerblading, skiing, drag racing, kayaking, hand-gliding, and scuba diving.

As I grew up playing nothing but piko and jackstone back in the Philippines, it was a real challenge to measure up to the typical American male. One time I summoned enough courage to ride on my date's Harley. I thought one's extender and artificial eyelashes could easily get blown off by the wild ride. Forget about doing your hair before a date with such indefatigable alpha males. Wear a helmet, leather jacket and leather boots.

Or fancy this: I was asked by another date to attend his sister's birthday in a seafood restaurant along Puget Sound. It turned out we would be riding in a limousine with his mother and siblings who took turns asking about my particulars. Suddenly, I recalled a friend's experience with her English fiance's mother, a magistrate, who said there was no way she would allow her son to marry "a middle aged woman with three kids from a Third World country teeming with maggots."
The main problem with dating American men is that they expect you to sleep with them on your first date or after a few dates. (Actually, I hear that Filipinos in the US are fast catching up). Usually they ask you after dinner if you would like to see their house. If you were brought up in the Maria Clara tradition you would politely decline. But if you're the adventurous type, you may go along on the pretext of finding out what the fellow is like in his own turf. But of course, his house is all spick and span because he has anticipated your coming. His previous and current girlfriends' photos are all inside his drawer. His bathroom is full of scented candles. His cat is meowing outside. Yet somehow, a few visits to their homes make you a bit wiser.

For instance, you now think that men who keep cats are too independent. You consequently tell friends to beware of some types: A jogger? (He gives you the run-around.) A trashman? (He dumps you.) A clockmaker? (He two-times you.) An elevator operator? (He lets you down.)

Choosing to remain an optimist, you ask the seemingly happily married couples the secret of their lasting union. Some answer along the lines of: "Oh we lived together for 24 years before we got married."

Twenty four years? Are you serious? Does that take that long to know for certain if you are compatible, before you commit? Sorry but I do not subscribe to the Home Depot mentality of returning goods you have used after a month or so with no questions asked.

Somehow, the Filipino traditions of panilbihan and pamanhikan do not make sense anymore. I look back at my grandparents' golden wedding anniversary and recently, my elder brother's silver wedding anniversary and wonder if I could live up to their example.

I realize that love means different things to different people and that they do not necessarily marry the one they love. I guess we have become complex, fickle, cynical. We can blame the maddening culture or the angst-ridden times but still we have to give our best shot each time love beckons.

Laws That Make Us Cuckoo

A man phoned a California radio station to ask for advice on how to handle his 15-year-old daughter's sexual relationship with her 18-year-old boyfriend. Under US laws, this constitutes statutory rape. The caller was hesitant to throw the guy in jail because he was "a good kid" with a lot of things going for him.

This case calls to mind Mary Kay Letourneau, a grade school teacher who served over seven years in a Washington prison for having sex with her sixth-grade pupil. As a condition of her release, Letourneau, 43, can’t contact her former lover who is now 22 years old. He is the father of her two children.

Since I come from another planet, that sort of thing surprises me. In the Philippines, fourteen-year-olds fall in love and get intimate with much older partners and all their parents have to do is marry them. What better deterrent than making them realize the price of being sexually active? Losing one's childhood and taking responsibility are punishment enough. Interestingly, during my grandparents' time, marrying at fifteen was the norm. As for teachers marrying their students, as far as I know there are not that many although this is not exactly considered a taboo.

Some American politicians (Democrats mostly) say that many US laws are a joke. I agree. They remind me of that Sagwa episode on PBS channel which focused on the plump Chinese magistrate passing whimsical laws in order to raise money for his "sweet Lotus" wife's activities. One of the laws forbade villagers to sing. Knowing how his subjects found it irresistible to sing, especially after a hard day's work, the magistrate thought he could easily fine almost everyone at the end of each day. True enough, he was able to raise a lot of money that went directly to the government coffers.

In Hong Kong, spitting in public is an offense...well, not a criminal offense, thank God, or busloads of passengers will be put behind bars everyday. In Manila, cars whose license plates end with a 1 or 2 were not allowed on the roads on Monday, 3 or 4 on Tuesday, 5 or 6 on Wednesday, 7 or 8 on Thursday, and 9 or 0 on Friday.
Here in the United States, one of the commandments is "Thou shalt not spank your children". Doing so is tantamount to child abuse and is a criminal offense. It is likewise against the law to prevent anyone from calling 911 even if that person wants the police to pick up your seven-year-old daughter for throwing her toy on the floor. If you pushed that person away from the phone to protect your child, you could be arrested and charged with assault. Yes, under US laws, any unwelcome contact that can be interpreted as threatening is considered an assault.

There were many crazy laws that regulated men since the dawn of time. Even America had its share of outrageous laws like the following:

Arizona & Arkansas
• A man can legally beat his wife but not more than once a month.
California
• A man is legally entitled to beat his wife with a leather belt or strap but the belt can't be wider than two inches, unless he has his wife's consent to beat her with a wider strap.
Vermont
• Women must obtain written permission from their husbands to wear false teeth.

In Jesus' time, stoning to death was the punishment for womencaught in the act of adultery. In the Philippines, "an act of sexual intercourse by a married woman with a man not her husband constitutes the crime of adultery. On the other hand, a man’s sexual infidelity with a woman not his wife is not a crime, unless there is cohabitation." In Hong Kong, a betrayed wife was legally allowed to kill her adulterous husband but may only do so with her bare hands. The husband's lover may be killed in any manner desired. Talk of women empowerment after kicking off their ancient footbinding custom.

The Old Testament had all sorts of laws/regulations as if the patriarchs were dealing with nitwits that needed rules on practically everything. Actually, the Jews were so stubborn and rebellious that Moses had to lay down countless laws to guide their conduct. There were guidelines on guilt offering, burnt
offering, grain offering, clean and unclean food ("Do not eat any of the fat of cattle, sheep or goats; you must not eat the blood of any bird or animal"), purification after childbirth, regulations about infectious skin diseases and about mildew, and discharges causing uncleanness.

Other laws found in Leviticus 19: "Do not mate different kinds of animals. Do not plant your field with two kinds of seed. Do not wear clothing woven of two kinds of material. Do not cut thehair at the sides of your head or clip off the edges of your beard. Do not cut your bodies for the dead or put tattoo marks on yourselves."

When Jesus came, He stressed the spirit of the law - which is justice and love of God - rather than the letter of the law. We might assume He came at that period because the Jews were apparently ready for His new law of love. Still He said that He did not come to abolish the Law or the Prophets: "I have not come to abolish them but to fulfill them." (Matthew 5:17) Bible scholars say Jesus meant the Ten commandments, not the endless ceremonial laws in Leviticus. But if we come right down to it, no amount of laws can prevent us from doing evil or committing mistakes. Only the grace of God can.

Still, every society needs some basic, reasonable laws. The problem is, as in the Philippines, those who pass the laws are traditional politicians who mainly protect the interests of their family and friends. And being mostly men, they tend to uphold men's rights. That is why for a long time, Filipino women were not allowed to own property. They were completely under their husbands' control. Currently, there is no
legislation that addresses domestic violence. Divorce is still a mirage because the predominantly Catholic country believes in "for better or worse, for richer or poorer, till beating me to death do us part."

Here in America, foreign women who get abused by their American husbands face deportation if they seek divorce before they get their greencard. Ask non-profit organizations like My Sister's House who help battered women with immigration issues how difficult it is to assist non-Americans get justice in this country. Call all those community resources that are supposed to help you land a job and the first thing they want to know is if you are an American citizen. No SSS number, no chance to work. No job, no life. I watch Mexican workers toiling in California plantations after risking their lives in crossing the border. Isn't it ironic when you stop to consider that California was once a part of Mexico?

I am amazed when Americans get a no-fault divorce at the drop of a hat. Filipinos can only get an annulment after years of waiting and it costs them a fortune. I shudder when American parents throw out their kids when they reach 18, and when they reach 50, they in turn throw their parents in nursing homes. On the contrary, Filipinos work as maids and entertainers in all parts of the earth just to support their children and aging parents - and they can stay at home for as long as they want.

In the meantime, the Armstrong & Getty caller was wondering if he should hand his daughter's boyfriend over to the cops for sleeping with her. Which makes me wonder how this state of affairs can be prevented when parents themselves keep their lovers in the house they share with their minor children, and teachers hand out condoms in school instead of teaching youngsters self-control and right values.

Send me back to my home planet where I can recover from this culture shock.

A Filipino Priest In Rome

Pieta, Michelangelo’s marble sculpture, seems to cast a shadow on Filipino priest Rhett Sarabia as he drops by St Peter’s Basilica on this particular day. He chuckles at the thought that all roads led him to Rome – stirrings to embrace religious life in high school, an attempt to elope with his childhood sweetheart gone awry, restlessness at work in Metrobank, estrangement from his father. He has become fluent in Italian after completing his graduate studies at Salesian Pontifical University , but amidst a babel of tongues in the Vatican city , he finds himself longing to speak the language of his heart.

Fr Rhett Sarabia is as good as a man of the cloth can get – a novelty for us cynics – but he does not wince when you mention the $2-billion settlement to alleged sex abuse victims of some 4,000 priests between 1950 and 2002 or the ordination of the sixth female priest in Lexington, Kentucky last August 9. Fr Roy Bourgeois, a Maryknoll priest concelebrated the ordination of 58-year-old Janice Sevre-Duszynska who, on top of being a woman, is married.

“In the history of the church, there were many things considered taboo that are beginning to be accepted,” Fr Rhett says, sounding nonchalant. He is currently serving as the General Councilor of the Order of the Servants of Mary in Rome . He also heads the On-going Formation Secretariat and accompanies the Prior General to canonical visitations.

But the Roman Catholic Diocese of Lexington condemned the Roman Catholic Women priests movement being “in opposition to the church’s authentic teaching.” The Vatican ’s Congregation for the Doctrine of the Faith declared that a woman who attempts to be ordained a Catholic priest and the persons attempting to ordain her are automatically excommunicated.

The 44-year-old priest from Aklan has only been in Italy for nine months but already feels the centuries-old controversies closing in on him. As he walks past the cobbled streets of Rome, he mulls over the scandals that involve the clergy and the “new sins” issued by the Vatican namely polluting the environment, drug dealing, excessive wealth, pedophilia, embryonic stem cell research and human cloning.

He does not think he should be answerable for all the failures of the church, though. “I’m just your ordinary guy leaving my imprint in the most ordinary situation…hopefully touching people’s hearts and minds.”

Ordinary situation includes listening to fellow Filipinos who have come to Italy to work as domestic helpers. They can be seen in churches, in metros and around the Piazza di Navona, chattering away in Tagalog and other Filipino dialects.

The largest concentration of Filipinos in Europe can be found in Italy , an estimated 150,000 Filipinos who are mostly working as domestic helpers, or are employed in restaurants, hospitals, warehouses, factories, building maintenance, stores, food chains, hotels, and other service sectors. Many of these overseas Filipino workers (OFWs) are professionals but their college diplomas are not recognized in Italy . Of this number, approximately 96,000 are in Rome , while some 54,000 are in Milan . Around 3,583 are in Italy for religious reasons, on the basis of their status as priests, nuns, or religious workers.

Almost every two years, the Italian government reportedly gives an opportunity for undocumented aliens to regularize their status through an amnesty program. This is probably the reason many Filipinos risk their lives in crossing the Swiss border in hopes of finding some kind of asylum in Italy .

“Our OFWs are treated well in this country,” said Fr Rhett. “That could be because this is a Catholic country. You hardly hear about abuses which are rampant in Arab nations. Italian employers have a high respect for Filipino workers because they are industrious, clean and trustworthy. You won’t see Filipinos here who beg in the streets. Once in a while you see some who are hooked in alcohol and drugs but they are the exception.”

Fr Rhett first came here in Italy in 1993 for his licentiate studies, and his first apostolate led him to the soup kitchen for the migrant workers, especially among eastern Europeans, Africans, Latin Americans and some Asians. “I hardly met any Filipino in this place for most of them have work. My second apostolate was among the Filipino migrant workers whom I taught catechism.”

In a meeting with the elders of Couples for Christ Foundation for Family and Life (CFC-FFL), his desire to work for family evangelization among the the OFWs took a definite turn.

“Every OFW would tell you that separation from one’s family is the greatest sacrifice one has to make in order to improve one’s life. OFWs who give birth in Italy leave their children to their grandparents in the Philippines in order to continue working here. With the passing of time they realize that children who grow up away from them become problematic. Most parents compensate for their absence by sending their kids money or gifts which spoil them rotten. To solve this problem, they petition their teenage children so they can be together in Italy . But this brings a new problem because OFWs have to spend more time working. Most of the time they are out and have less time with their children. Eventually, these children find solace in other Filipino kids who happen to be in the same situation. Most of them drop out of school and just hang out everyday with friends. I believe that the work of evangelization has to take into account the family….and we are slowly working on this.”

Fr Rhett says he has a deep respect and admiration for OFWs. He can empathize with them because he himself is a son of an OFW.

“My father started working as a seaman when I was in grade four. It was in the 70’s. I grew up having no father figure. I would only see him once a year. Family ritual consisted of writing letters, sending pictures and anxiously waiting for packages which were opened in the presence of the whole family. Birthdays, graduations and Christmases were always spent with my siblings, my mother, an aunt and my grandmother. I have never had a father figure growing up. I was the eldest so I had to be responsible and independent. Later, I would become a father to all.”

But it was in his second year in Theology that he realized how deep his estrangement from his father was. “We were discussing healing of relationships in class and …I finally recognized a need to be healed. I never knew my father….that’s the reason why I could not communicate with him. I prayed hard before I initiated a dialogue with him. Today, I would say words are still scarce between us but deep in my heart I have rediscovered the father I once lost.”

Fr Rhett said that in listening to OFW stories, something in him was awakened from a deep slumber. “I believe God has put me on the right spot to extend his touch, his gentle presence among our migrant workers who go to the ends of the world to support their families. Poverty has many faces – prostitution, isolation, discrimination. I see these faces even in the heart of the great metropolis and nations. The only thing that makes a difference is that paper called money.”

Confessions Of A Nurse

As a nurse in California, May has seen it all: the AIDS patient who pushed her to her limits, the wife who humiliated her husband on learning he had cancer, the Alzheimer’s victim who had no idea about the “thing” that was stuck under his fingernails, and the suffering hepatitis patient who refused to live.

It’s an experience perhaps no different from that of other nurses in the Philippines, but coping with it in a highly stressful situation is something else. “One has to have a genuine vocation for this line of work, otherwise one would not be able to cope,” she says.

"I used to go home at night, fall on the living room floor, tired as an abused mule, crying tears of self pity. My muscles ached like I was mauled, and there have been a few times when I just fell asleep on the floor, unable to drag myself to the bedroom,” she says.

(May, 38, agreed to be interviewed but asked that her real name not be published because of a confidentiality agreement she signed with the hospital).

Her first experiences were daunting. “After post-mortem care, I would see the dead person’s face everywhere I looked. Now, the memory just haunts me for a few hours,” she says.

“I still get attached to my patients and get emotional when one of those patients die. The first time [in the US] that I cried my eyes out was a few years ago. Death can be so draining on the nurse’s part, if we allow it. That is why it is sometimes
necessary to be emotionally detached.” That said, she still has to face seemingly endless challenges everyday.

May describes how she injected morphine into a patient who was on his death throes (“his father could not bear to see him suffer so much”), how she cleaned up the fingers of an Alzheimer’s patient whose nails were filled with poop, how she attended to a shackled hepatitis patient escorted by four heavily armed prison officers, how she administered 30ml of antibiotic into a patient’s bladder through her urethra while listening to her rage about being resuscitated.

She recalls how an AIDS patient pushed her to the edge. “He refused medication or took it depending on his moods. He changed his IVF rate, turned it off just because he thought he knew better, and because he knew how to deactivate the lockout
system. He argued about the time of his pain medication and denied I had given him any. He called often to remind me I was lying to him about his pain meds.

“He criticized me for not knowing how to do even the simplest things like taping his IV tubings. He was not happy with this, he was dissatisfied with that. Nothing was right. Every nurse he met was either lazy or stupid. To him, all the doctors were
against him and did not have any idea what they were doing. He said he was dying because we were not doing what we were supposed to do.

Then there’s the woman who cursed her husband after he had just been diagnosed with cancer, calling him useless and telling him “Why don’t you just die?”

Does her work affect her sanity somehow? She indirectly answers this by joking about her habit of locking their car three times and making sure that her clothes face a certain way and hang according to colors in her closet. She admits that some
nurses have had a nervous breakdown due to a heavy download and stressful conditions at work.

Still, it’s not all gloom and the good things about being a nurse in the US are more than enough to keep May and others going.

“In general, the doctors here value the input of nurses. It is not unusual to hear a doctor asking nurses their opinion about a possible procedure or test, a change in diet, an increase or decrease in pain medication doses.

“A lot of them treat nurses with respect, especially ICU nurses. You don’t have to offer your chair to the doctors. You can confidently tell them you will not carry out an order because in your nursing judgment it is not safe for a particular patient. In the Philippines, doctors are considered God; their word is law.”

She calls her American supervisors by their first name. She can disagree or protest if she thinks she is at a disadvantage. Back home, everybody is ma’am and sir. What she considers perks back home are the patient watchers.

“They do a lot of things and in government hospitals they are even trained to do nursing chores [like giving meds or suctioning] because the patient load is 40 patients per nurse in the Philippines. I think the present staffing ratio under
California law is 5-6 patients per nurse. Here in America, a nurse is called to do the simplest things like picking up a tissue paper that a patient dropped on the floor.”

May was in her second year of pre-med when her father told her he could not afford to send her to medical school. Her dad’s sister took over the financial responsibility on the condition that May took up nursing.

“It worked out for me because since I was a little girl, I’d always wanted to be a nurse. There was nothing more I wanted to be until I learned about Rachael Ray, Samantha Brown and Oprah Winfrey. They changed my whole perspective. Imagine being able to earn lots of money by simply talking, cooking and traveling. That must be heaven.”