DECAY [dee'kay]

Hmmm... I was just discussing about casting blames and stuff with a friend this morning and she made me think how one privileged person can turn into a monster due to greed, but she kept on reiterating that PARENTS are just there to guide, they do not hold their child's decision. Well, I'm with her on that since I know that she has an aunt whom, at her lifetime has been proven a SAINT by a lot of people around her. I just wonder how she had raised 3 kids who are involved in various illegal activities. Their notoriety was re-liven when one of the siblings appeared at their MOM's interment in cuffs [May she rest in peace!].

As I exercise my "Freedom to Check External E-Mail Accounts" [haha], I came across this posting from one of my groups in this mailing system. It suddenly linked me to realizing how one person evolves into choosing what or who he/she wants to become someday. I know I am guilty of blaming other people for the misfortunes that I encounter and worse, I sometimes argue and rub in the complaints on all sources of my discontent.

The lesser evil: Environment; Upbringing; Heredity
The greater evil: PERSONAL CHOICES and DECISIONS

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MANILA, PHILIPPINES | Thursday, September 16, 2004

How brats are created

Who says only valuable jewelries can become heirlooms? My daughter showed me a copy of a letter written by her friend's Dad on her 13th birthday. A few months after he wrote it, he died of a heart attack. Today, this letter is regarded as a family heirloom, shared not just with the immediate members of the family, but shown proudly to relatives and friends alike.

I felt the message in this beautiful letter should be shared with as many people as possible. So I asked my daughter if her friend - the letter's addressee-would allow me to reprint it in BusinessWorld. She said there shouldn't be a problem, except that a note should probably precede the letter asking the readers to share this with their young married children. Hah! a not-so-subtle inference that BusinessWorld readers are not exactly "young parents" anymore.

So, dear readers, do share this letter with your young married children. They will certainly find this letter - as I did - a very insightful treatise on how brats are created.

"Daughter Dearest Happy 13th Birthday!

"When you came to this world 13 years ago, you brought your Mom and I a lot of joy! We've always wanted a daughter and God in His wisdom gifted us with you.

"This is not to cast any aspersions at your four older brothers; they are also a great blessing and we love them very much, but boys are boys, and I look forward to the day when I am old and gray to have you by my side. I can't see this happening with your brothers; you know what I mean, as we have talked about this at the dining-room table many a time.

"You have also heard me say that we are gifted with a lot of material wealth. That's something we should be very grateful to the Lord about, but we should be aware that this has been loaned to us, as you too are loaned to us by God and that we will be asked to give a full accounting when our day of reckoning comes.

"The reason for this letter is to warn you about one big, big danger you and your brothers may face in the next few years. I have seen it happen in other families. I don't want to see it happen here.

"I am referring to having you guys grow up as brats!" 'Brat-manship' is the process one has to go through to become a brat!

"Unfortunately, it is an ailment imposed by parents! They are the creators of the brats!

"In their desire to try to save their children from the difficulties they have been through, they do whatever possible to shield them from this. Little do they realize, that it is precisely these difficulties that have made them successful. Their love for their children may make them overprotective. They may even prevent them from taking public transportation. They come up with all sorts of rationalizations, going by public transportation is not safe, the buses are too crowded, the fumes on the road are bad for ones health, and so on!

"They mean well, but in the process, they deprive their children of what it really means to live in a city like Manila
which is comprised of two strata of society - the 'haves' and the 'have-nots!' And sad to say some of 'the haves' live in their little world. Unaware of that sampaguita vendor, drenched in the rain, so that her siblings may get a least one meal that day.

"The other day, I was with an elderly wise gentleman, we are at the Polo Club waiting for his car. There was a girl, about your age. She, too, was waiting for her car. When her vehicle got there, she jumped into the front seat, and as she did, tossed her beautiful pair of riding boots into the back seat. She then asked the driver if her Mom was home. 'Wala po! Nagma-mah jong (She's not home. She's playing mah jong),' came the reply! The car drove off.

"My friend turned to me and said, 'There is an example of the under- privileged rich.' Then he followed with, 'They have everything and they have nothing.'

"This incident, short as it was, left me with a deep impression. I guess this is why I am writing this letter.

"Your Mom and I have tried to raise you kids to realize that our country is made up of the very rich and those who may not even have enough to have one decent meal a day. I hope you never lose sight of this. This is why we
have taken it upon ourselves to adopt a squatter family during Christmas and share with them some of some things to make their Christmas more meaningful.

In the process, we hope that you and your brothers will appreciate the conditions we live in. In the process, I hope that you always have compassion or these lesser fortunate. So that next time you see that sampaguita vendor knocking at our car window drenched in rain you do not get annoyed, but instead pull out your wallet and share with her in a small way your allowance.

"You will notice your brothers take public transportation to go to UP. It's not that we can't afford another car; we can't afford for them to grow up thinking that its part of their 'birth right' to be in the ruling class.

"This is why we insisted that you do your bed in the morning, and to pick up your own toys and clothes, rather than have a yaya trailing you.

"And I could go on and on. As you are apt to say, 'You catch my drift!' "When you feel you are not getting enough money in your allowance, or get new shoes like your friends always had or the latest fad of Guess jeans, take this letter out and reread what I have written.

"We love you far too much to create a brat!

"Your Loving Father"

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As far as I know, I have not experienced being spoiled by my mom. My dad passed away at my tender age. He was the one who has pseudo-spoiled me with food and escapades. Everything happened so quickly when he succumbed to death after my 3rd birthday. After som many years, I think that my mom has brought me up in a really humble manner... well, as compared to my eldest sib.

So, where do you categorize yourself? At least I can cross TAFT AVENUE without the help of MANONG GUARD during College. Ack!