2009 marks the last year of my 'Double C' life, so I decide to continue my annual practice of staying at school for the nights during consecutive days of co-curricular activities. Not even the recent rule that forbids us students to sleep at school without permission could deny me. So, I found a couple of friends with the same interests, and we spent a total of 3 nights out at school. Here's a day-by-day recap of the three things happened during our jaunt:
Day 1:
The Good - "No pain, no gain". I learned what its like to sleep just two hours in the night. We spent the rest of it playing basketball in semi-darkness, walking for miles until our slipper-clad feet had blisters, and listened to music from MP3 players and handphones until I doze off at 5 and woke up 7 in the morning .
The Bad - Even after I fell asleep, I still woke up every 15 minutes or so by the sting of mosquitoes. Those buggers won't leave my bare shins alone!
The Ugly - We were spotted by an assistant headmaster on our way out of school at 10pm - he made the guards note down our names when we came back. What effect this may have, I do not know until school reopens.
Day 2:
The Good - Caught up on some sleep. Man, I really went off to dreamland the milisecond lights are off and my head touches my makeshift pillow. We also had the best meal amongst the nights, which is counted a feast when you considered the limited choices we have in camp mealfare.
The Bad - Half of my friends I counted on to bunker at school went home instead. They're too tired to survive another "wild night out", and I was too tired to argue.
Day 3:
The Good - Participated in the School Youth Camp campfire. Our unit added the Best Performance Award as the first outside trophy in many years to our cabinet, thanks to our live band performers (who'd only practice for about 5 hours).
The Bad - Really lousy weather. It rained so hard we didn't get to recieve the award in a formal prize-giving ceremony. The campfire had been called off at about 10.30 pm due to the torrent.
The Cute - Found a real live bat hanging on a section of the ceilling as I walked under that section of a corridor. Apparently the little thing got stranded in the rain and seeked shelter under a nook to wait until the storm went away.
There you have it. Call me an uneccessary risk-taker if you will, but I'm enjoying every illegal moment of my night jaunt at school.
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Friday, February 20, 2009
Compassion in Basketball - Read it, Then Pass it Around
Got this on Yahoo! some time ago, but was busy so I dropped it. Now being a permanent post on my blog, hope this will give you some thought after reading.
The coach never considered any other option.
It didn't matter that his DeKalb, Ill., High School basketball team had ridden a bus two and a half hours to get to Milwaukee, then waited another hour past game time to play. Didn't matter that the game was close, or that this was a chance to beat a big city team.
Johntel Franklin scored 10 points in the game following the loss of his mother.Something else was on Dave Rohlman's mind when he asked for a volunteer to shoot two free throws awarded his team on a technical foul in the second quarter. His senior captain raised his hand, ready to go to the line as he had many times before.
Only this time it was different.
"You realize you're going to miss them, don't you?" Rohlman said.
Darius McNeal nodded his head. He understood what had to be done.
It was a Saturday night in February, and the Barbs were playing a non-conference game on the road against Milwaukee Madison. It was the third meeting between the two schools, who were developing a friendly rivalry that spanned two states.
The teams planned to get together after the game and share some pizzas and soda. But the game itself almost never took place.
Hours earlier, the mother of Milwaukee Madison senior captain Johntel Franklin died at a local hospital. Carlitha Franklin had been in remission after a five-year fight with cervical cancer, but she began to hemorrhage that morning while Johntel was taking his college ACT exam.
Her son and several of his teammates were at the hospital late that afternoon when the decision was made to turn off the life-support system. Carlitha Franklin was just 39.
"She was young and they were real close," said Milwaukee coach Aaron Womack Jr., who was at the hospital. "He was very distraught and it happened so suddenly he didn't have time to grieve."
Womack was going to cancel the game, but Franklin told him he wanted the team to play. And play they did, even though the game started late and Milwaukee Madison dressed only eight players.
Early in the second quarter, Womack saw someone out of the corner of his eye. It was Franklin, who came there directly from the hospital to root his teammates on.
The Knights had possession, so Womack called a time out. His players went over and hugged their grieving teammate. Fans came out of the stands to do the same.
"We got back to playing the game and I asked if he wanted to come and sit on the bench," Womack said during a telephone interview.
"No," Franklin replied. "I want to play."
There was just one problem. Since Franklin wasn't on the pre-game roster, putting him in meant drawing a technical foul that would give DeKalb two free throws.
Though it was a tight game, Womack was willing to give up the two points. It was more important to help his senior guard and co-captain deal with his grief by playing.
Over on the other bench, though, Rohlman wasn't so willing to take them. He told the referees to forget the technical and just let Franklin play.
"I could hear them arguing for five to seven minutes, saying, `We're not taking it, we're not taking it," Womack said. "The refs told them, no, that's the rule. You have to take them."
That's when Rohlman asked for volunteers, and McNeal's hand went up.
He went alone to the free throw line, dribbled the ball a couple of times, and looked at the rim.
His first attempt went about two feet, bouncing a couple of times as it rolled toward the end line. The second barely left his hand.
It didn't take long for the Milwaukee players to figure out what was going on.
They stood and turned toward the DeKalb bench and started applauding the gesture of sportsmanship. Soon, so did everybody in the stands.
"I did it for the guy who lost his mom," McNeal told the Milwaukee Journal Sentinel. "It was the right thing to do."
"They may not remember our record 20 years from now, but they'll remember what happened in that gym that night," said Dave Rohlman, head coach of the opposing DeKalb team on what his players will take away from this experience.
Franklin would go on to score 10 points, and Milwaukee Madison broke open the game in the second half to win 62-47. Afterward, the teams went out for pizza, two players from each team sharing each pie.
Franklin stopped by briefly, thankful that his team was there for him.
"I got kind of emotional but it helped a lot just to play," he said. "I felt like I had a lot of support out there."
Basketball is a second sport for the 18-year-old Franklin, who says he has had some scholarship nibbles and plans to play football in college. He just has a few games left for the Knights, who are 6-11 and got beat 71-36 Tuesday night by Milwaukee Hamilton.
It hasn't been the greatest season for the team, but they have stuck together through a lot of adversity.
"We maybe don't have the best basketball players in the world but they go to class and take care of business," Womack said. "We have a losing record but there's life lessons going on, good ones."
None so good, though, as the moment a team and a player decided there were more important things than winning and having good stats.
Yes, DeKalb would go home with a loss. But it was a trip they'll never forget.
"This is something our kids will hold for a lifetime," Rohlman said. "They may not remember our record 20 years from now, but they'll remember what happened in that gym that night."
The coach never considered any other option.
It didn't matter that his DeKalb, Ill., High School basketball team had ridden a bus two and a half hours to get to Milwaukee, then waited another hour past game time to play. Didn't matter that the game was close, or that this was a chance to beat a big city team.
Johntel Franklin scored 10 points in the game following the loss of his mother.Something else was on Dave Rohlman's mind when he asked for a volunteer to shoot two free throws awarded his team on a technical foul in the second quarter. His senior captain raised his hand, ready to go to the line as he had many times before.
Only this time it was different.
"You realize you're going to miss them, don't you?" Rohlman said.
Darius McNeal nodded his head. He understood what had to be done.
It was a Saturday night in February, and the Barbs were playing a non-conference game on the road against Milwaukee Madison. It was the third meeting between the two schools, who were developing a friendly rivalry that spanned two states.
The teams planned to get together after the game and share some pizzas and soda. But the game itself almost never took place.
Hours earlier, the mother of Milwaukee Madison senior captain Johntel Franklin died at a local hospital. Carlitha Franklin had been in remission after a five-year fight with cervical cancer, but she began to hemorrhage that morning while Johntel was taking his college ACT exam.
Her son and several of his teammates were at the hospital late that afternoon when the decision was made to turn off the life-support system. Carlitha Franklin was just 39.
"She was young and they were real close," said Milwaukee coach Aaron Womack Jr., who was at the hospital. "He was very distraught and it happened so suddenly he didn't have time to grieve."
Womack was going to cancel the game, but Franklin told him he wanted the team to play. And play they did, even though the game started late and Milwaukee Madison dressed only eight players.
Early in the second quarter, Womack saw someone out of the corner of his eye. It was Franklin, who came there directly from the hospital to root his teammates on.
The Knights had possession, so Womack called a time out. His players went over and hugged their grieving teammate. Fans came out of the stands to do the same.
"We got back to playing the game and I asked if he wanted to come and sit on the bench," Womack said during a telephone interview.
"No," Franklin replied. "I want to play."
There was just one problem. Since Franklin wasn't on the pre-game roster, putting him in meant drawing a technical foul that would give DeKalb two free throws.
Though it was a tight game, Womack was willing to give up the two points. It was more important to help his senior guard and co-captain deal with his grief by playing.
Over on the other bench, though, Rohlman wasn't so willing to take them. He told the referees to forget the technical and just let Franklin play.
"I could hear them arguing for five to seven minutes, saying, `We're not taking it, we're not taking it," Womack said. "The refs told them, no, that's the rule. You have to take them."
That's when Rohlman asked for volunteers, and McNeal's hand went up.
He went alone to the free throw line, dribbled the ball a couple of times, and looked at the rim.
His first attempt went about two feet, bouncing a couple of times as it rolled toward the end line. The second barely left his hand.
It didn't take long for the Milwaukee players to figure out what was going on.
They stood and turned toward the DeKalb bench and started applauding the gesture of sportsmanship. Soon, so did everybody in the stands.
"I did it for the guy who lost his mom," McNeal told the Milwaukee Journal Sentinel. "It was the right thing to do."
"They may not remember our record 20 years from now, but they'll remember what happened in that gym that night," said Dave Rohlman, head coach of the opposing DeKalb team on what his players will take away from this experience.
Franklin would go on to score 10 points, and Milwaukee Madison broke open the game in the second half to win 62-47. Afterward, the teams went out for pizza, two players from each team sharing each pie.
Franklin stopped by briefly, thankful that his team was there for him.
"I got kind of emotional but it helped a lot just to play," he said. "I felt like I had a lot of support out there."
Basketball is a second sport for the 18-year-old Franklin, who says he has had some scholarship nibbles and plans to play football in college. He just has a few games left for the Knights, who are 6-11 and got beat 71-36 Tuesday night by Milwaukee Hamilton.
It hasn't been the greatest season for the team, but they have stuck together through a lot of adversity.
"We maybe don't have the best basketball players in the world but they go to class and take care of business," Womack said. "We have a losing record but there's life lessons going on, good ones."
None so good, though, as the moment a team and a player decided there were more important things than winning and having good stats.
Yes, DeKalb would go home with a loss. But it was a trip they'll never forget.
"This is something our kids will hold for a lifetime," Rohlman said. "They may not remember our record 20 years from now, but they'll remember what happened in that gym that night."
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Son: A True CNY Story
I had bore witness to this touching experience on two days before Chinese New Year, and decided to tell it to you. Please bear with me if I cannot portray the story well, and please, reflect on it for just a few moments when you finished.
There was an elderly lady, who had worked hard all her life to raise her children. Now, she desires to live in a Buddhist temple with the nun and the other old tenants, rather than staying at home all day with nothing to do, having boredom gnawing at her. Her son, wanting only happiness for his mother, obliged. He would spend every weekend afternoon taking his family to visit her. In a way, the lady was content.
This went on for some months, until the eve of Chinese New Year was around the corner. Wanting to spend the New Year with his mother, he had arranged and convinced the lady to stay with his wife's family and celebrate the New Year together. The lady agreed, much to his family's delight.
However, when the day came, the old lady had a change of mind. She declined the offer to go, saying, "I'm old now, too frail for traveling. Let me spend the New Year in here instead, where it'll be more peaceful and quiet. Go, go without me. I am content here." Dismayed, her son tried to talk her to go, but the lady persisted. Her grandson, the eldest of the man, aided his father in the attempt, but to no avail. When the leading nun of the temple joined in to the lady's side, both father and son knew that they are losing the battle.
The lady's son finally conceded. Wishing his mother a happy Chinese New Year, he turned to prepare his family for the journey to his in-laws place. The eldest grandson thought he glimpsed tears in his father's eyes, and his heart was filled with sorrow. During the moment when both father and son were alone, the shy teen stepped up and wanted to hug his father, for nothing more than silent comfort, but he hesitated, and the moment passed.
Silently, the boy vowed never to have the same dilemma to ever happen to his own parents, for their sake, and his own. He glanced back one more time to his grandmother as they departed, eyes stinging because of the tears he held back.
Here was a son who cannot fulfilled his wish of having his own mother spending Chinese New Year with him. Would you spend more time with your own parents if you had the choice?
There was an elderly lady, who had worked hard all her life to raise her children. Now, she desires to live in a Buddhist temple with the nun and the other old tenants, rather than staying at home all day with nothing to do, having boredom gnawing at her. Her son, wanting only happiness for his mother, obliged. He would spend every weekend afternoon taking his family to visit her. In a way, the lady was content.
This went on for some months, until the eve of Chinese New Year was around the corner. Wanting to spend the New Year with his mother, he had arranged and convinced the lady to stay with his wife's family and celebrate the New Year together. The lady agreed, much to his family's delight.
However, when the day came, the old lady had a change of mind. She declined the offer to go, saying, "I'm old now, too frail for traveling. Let me spend the New Year in here instead, where it'll be more peaceful and quiet. Go, go without me. I am content here." Dismayed, her son tried to talk her to go, but the lady persisted. Her grandson, the eldest of the man, aided his father in the attempt, but to no avail. When the leading nun of the temple joined in to the lady's side, both father and son knew that they are losing the battle.
The lady's son finally conceded. Wishing his mother a happy Chinese New Year, he turned to prepare his family for the journey to his in-laws place. The eldest grandson thought he glimpsed tears in his father's eyes, and his heart was filled with sorrow. During the moment when both father and son were alone, the shy teen stepped up and wanted to hug his father, for nothing more than silent comfort, but he hesitated, and the moment passed.
Silently, the boy vowed never to have the same dilemma to ever happen to his own parents, for their sake, and his own. He glanced back one more time to his grandmother as they departed, eyes stinging because of the tears he held back.
Here was a son who cannot fulfilled his wish of having his own mother spending Chinese New Year with him. Would you spend more time with your own parents if you had the choice?
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Never been Better
Again, its the time of the year when I'd get to ignore my main occupation and focus instead on my secondary work with all impunity. Te fact that this year marks the final test of the second study stage of my life makes no significance to me at all. To me, the impact will only hit after April, when the dust of battles have settled down. So, lets get our hands dirty, guys.
Twice a week, we stayed back after school and drilled while the rays of the sun rained down on us non-stop. Every evening, we went back home feeling exhausted, yet adrenaline would pushed us on to continue our studies with vigour. Basically, we're living on steroids produced by our own bodies, fueled by exhilaration and the determination to succeed in the upcoming battle.
Does it matter when our feet got roasted in our shoes while we stand motionless? Does it matter when our hands burn on the tarmac road? Does it matter when we cheer ourselves hoarse in a fit of narcissism? Well, maybe it tugs at our conscience for a few minutes, but in the end, we'd knew it'll be worth it all, just to be part of it, when the time comes.
This is where we belonged, as we are finding and proving ourselves in this gruelling preparation. We knew for certain that when the dust settles, we'll have to wage another kind of battle on our own. But we will look back to this moment in the forseeable future, as we remember the victory - even if we should fail in the end - brought by the sweat on our brow, and the strength of our backs, with pride.
Twice a week, we stayed back after school and drilled while the rays of the sun rained down on us non-stop. Every evening, we went back home feeling exhausted, yet adrenaline would pushed us on to continue our studies with vigour. Basically, we're living on steroids produced by our own bodies, fueled by exhilaration and the determination to succeed in the upcoming battle.
Does it matter when our feet got roasted in our shoes while we stand motionless? Does it matter when our hands burn on the tarmac road? Does it matter when we cheer ourselves hoarse in a fit of narcissism? Well, maybe it tugs at our conscience for a few minutes, but in the end, we'd knew it'll be worth it all, just to be part of it, when the time comes.
This is where we belonged, as we are finding and proving ourselves in this gruelling preparation. We knew for certain that when the dust settles, we'll have to wage another kind of battle on our own. But we will look back to this moment in the forseeable future, as we remember the victory - even if we should fail in the end - brought by the sweat on our brow, and the strength of our backs, with pride.
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