The importance of making connections and networking is a part of life anywhere, but many people would say that it is particularly true when living and working in a new culture/context. There are many types of connections to be made value in each. With this in mind, I introduce Phil... a recent, and somewhat unexpected addition to my network. And, while we have not been acquainted long, I would say we are already to friend status.
I came across Phil last weekend on the way to one of barangays where shelter distributions have been happening recently. While my party had other plans for the day, we took time to make this important connection. Phil holds an important place in the circles here. I don't have a picture of how hard working he is, and according to one of our friends, he is young and will have a lot ahead of him in that regard. I do however have an example of the kind of contribution that Phil makes...
Work doesn't stop for rain, and in that you can see a picture of the people here- determined, pressing on, doing what needs to be done. Even though spending time with Phil was enjoyable, as I mentioned, there were other plans for the day. And, those plans involved some other, very important connections... these guys:
Earlier in the week, SP was in their barangay doing shelter distributions, and some of the kids sent a message to Ms. Laura, that on Saturday, they did not have school, and could play all day. Ms. Laura could not pass up such an invite, and neither could a couple of the rest of us. Threats of rain were not going to keep us away either- after all, what's the difference between being playing wet with rain or wet with sweat here? It was a great way to spend a Saturday. We had a ball that we played dodgeball and kickball with and when that and the rain called for a break, we did some singing. Let me tell you, these kids can sing... and they like it! We sang some songs with them, and they sang a couple of songs for us. I noticed after a little bit though, that some of the boys were slipping out. I knew exactly what they were up to as well... time to play around with the ball some more. Of course I head out with the boys, and it ended up that I would be the one to throw the ball up into the air so that they could then hit it with their heads. I documented this with photos, which they then all had to see. As you can imagine, it went on for awhile. This is what the boys and I were doing....

Meanwhile...
...the other group was a bit more organized. Playing with the kids ended up being the best part of the weekend. Happiness can come from the simplest of things... like a big blue ball, but joy- that comes from somewhere else. Like the song says: I've got joy down in my heart, deep, deep down in my heart. J-O-Y down in my heart, deep, deep down in my heart. Jesus put it there, and nothing can destroy it. I've got joy down in my heart, deep, deep down in my heart.






