Spot the Difference #atozchallenge2014

We like to think that we’re all good people, right? Until we are faced with those who are different. How do we react? Do we think they can’t do stuff at all? Do we discriminate?…We do this because we like to think we are better. Not so good of us, is it?

We often call them disabled. The right, more politically correct term nowadays would be DIFFERENTLY ABLED. Or the more accepted term Persons with Disability (PWDs). I personally don’t think the word “disabled” is derogatory or discriminatory, but because a lot of people have made it seem so, I believe that “Differently Abled” and “PWD” are, really, more correct.

They only have abilities different from ours, the supposedly “abled” people, but it doesn’t mean they cannot do anything. In fact, there are lots of them who proved themselves to be quite able in things that we aren’t or can’t do ourselves physically or mentally.


Nick Vujicic doing what he does best, motivational speaking

Like Australian Christian Evangelist Nick Vujicic who was born without all the four limbs we all too often take for granted (he is the founder of the non-profit organization Life without Limbs, by the way). You don’t need to be a Christian to be able to understand him, even relate to him one way or another. He is a motivational speaker and when he speaks, you can’t help but think, oh yeah, he’s so right-on. He’s very funny and entertaining, too. And he can swim.

Now here I am. I am not sure if I have ever positively motivated anyone, I have stage fright that I can’t even be funny onstage, and I can’t swim to save my life! It’s not to downplay my own abilities. I’m just saying he’s just differently abled from myself. Given my own lack of talent in certain things, I guess I — all of us — can be considered differently abled as well, depending on what aspects.

It just makes me think that if we were all able to do the same things, life would either be too boring or we’d all be chaotically (is there such a word?) scrambling to try to be the best when no one can really be the best. And it makes me think that if Nick was born quite normal by our standards, I wonder how many people he could’ve inspired. Chances are, not as many as he has actually inspired today, with no limbs and all. He’s got many vids in the YouTube-sphere, so if you want to understand what I mean and see him in action, try to check them out.

We can really cite various other inspirational people who have proved that disability is not a factor in failure or success. One just has to find the right thing for himself/herself.

In fact here’s another wonderfully different person whose TEDx talk inspired me recently and who actually inspired this topic. She is Maysoon Zayid, an Arab-American born with cerebral palsy and, thankfully, a very good sense of humor. I just found out about her and reading about her credentials, especially her advocacy work, I am already impressed. I like her already!

To Nick, Maysoon and those others fighting the good fight, I salute you! Long live!



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Farewell to the Girl with the Smiley Heart

“Hi, my dearest friend. Will undergo my 3rd open heart surgery tomorrow 7 am here, 8 pm there on Tuesday feb 5. Please pray for me, para maka-bakasyon pa ako d’yan at makapag-starbucks tayo.” (Please pray for me, so that I can still go on a vacation there and we can meet up at Starbucks“Love you and miss you my dear!”

My friend Betchico

One of my dearest, best friends, Beth Garachico-Shockey, who lived a colorful, somewhat tumultuous, but fulfilling life. Image Copyright © Jerry Shockey

That was her last message for me. She is coming home for good. But we’ll never meet up at Starbucks and I’ll never have the chance to see her ever again. She with the beauty queen looks and a wonderful smile.

It was a shock the other day to find out that one of my best friends, Beth, has finally left us, never to return. I felt so bad that I never even got to see her last year for the last time when she went home here. Her health did not permit her.

Beth was one of the first people I met at my first job. She was a student then and I was a new graduate applying for a job at her tertiary school. Our first encounter was when I took the psychological test prior to employment. A volunteer student at the Guidance Counseling Office, it was her who handed me the questionnaires and timed my exam. I thought she was very skinny then. I got acquainted with her next at the President’s Office, where I already worked under the Planning Office after some months. That was after she had graduated (turned out she was just one, two years younger, according to her, unless she was pulling my leg for years). Not sure now if she was under the Human Resources Department or there were just some stuff for another department that she had to work on at the office. The last job that I remember her holding at the school was at the Student Affairs Office.

Beth enjoying at the beach

Cool inside and out. Image Copyright © Jerry Shockey

Beth (Betchay to many, Betchico to me) and I became friends. It was when she transferred to our boarding house and became our roommate that we became very close. I came to know why she was skinny and why she had a long scar at the center of her chest. Beth had had a heart ailment since she was a kid that required operation several times already. She always had to watch what she ate ever since she could remember or it could be detrimental to her health.

I came to know about her life more as she was not much of the secretive type. There was a time when I joined a writing-for-film workshop and I asked to be allowed to use her life story. Anonymously, of course. She agreed to an interview. What I found was someone’s real-life story that was full of twists and turns. No one would’ve believed they could have happened to just one person, but they did. So I understood more how such a frail, skinny girl could grow as tough as nails.

Oh, she was tough. Very kind, very nice, very thoughtful, but tough as tough could be when the situation called for it. She would never shout in anger, but she had a way with words that could really hit home. Not that she was mean. But don’t push her to the limit or you’d better be sure you could back up whatever you said with credible arguments. Besides, it could never hit home unless you, yourself, feared it was true in the first place.

I once arrived at the boarding house and she told me of the argument she had at the stairs earlier with our very aggressive, aspiring lawyer-roommate. Lately, this roommate was becoming meaner and meaner, for some reason, to the whole room, especially to Beth. I don’t remember the exact reason for the argument, just that the girl was raising her voice again. Meanwhile, Beth kept calm and smiling. After a while, she laughed mockingly!

She told the other, “Ha, ha. Like you’re going to be a lawyer.”

The girl was taken aback, asking, “What? You don’t think I can be a lawyer?”

“You? NO.”

Bull’s eye! This proved to be a very sore spot for the law student. The girl went up the stairs and into our room looking just about ready to cry. That was Beth’s Psychology background working. She knew how to hit the mark.

After hearing that, I told her, “Wow, you’re scary! If ever you’ll get mad at me, tell me already, okay? So I won’t have to go through that!” Imagine hearing that from someone like me whose temper at the time was much more notorious (then, alright?).

She never did get mad at me and I never tried to test her patience. We would’ve lost our friendship, just like her friendship with someone who shouted at her. He got mad over something so petty and gave her the F-word. That ONE time and she never talked to him ever again, no matter how much he apologized.

Regardless of our opinion on that, that proved one thing: you never walked on Beth and got away from it smiling.

If anything, she could be the most loyal of friends. She became my champion. She told people who assumed I was probably a difficult roommate, “Not true. That’s just because you don’t know the real Gi.” And it’s true, they didn’t. Beth was one of the few who sincerely took the time to get to know me. She was easily my number 1 fan! She loved my stories and believed so much in me and my writing.

In later years, there were wrong decisions made by her. There were times she left without saying goodbye, perhaps to find herself, and I had to tell her when we got together, “Do you know how worried you’ve made me? We didn’t know where you were or how to contact you to, at least, know you’re okay, knowing your heart condition. Don’t do that ever again. You’ll give me a heart attack!” Well, she was human, and she got over everything by sheer courage.

Beth's First Place trophy

Beth bagged First Place in the 2011 International Speech Contest (District 38 Area 4) with her speech about her “smiley” scar and what it meant to her. I wish I could share with you what she wrote, but sigh, I have no copy and have never read it as well…Image Copyright © Jerry Shockey

She could be quite persevering. She never stopped until she finally got her Master’s Degree last year. She went back home for that. I thought she abandoned that dream long ago. If that wasn’t achievement enough, she became a part of the Toastmasters International in the States. Beth won in her speeches especially about the scar that looked like a smiley on her chest. Later on, Beth was hailed President of the Mainland FAA Toastmasters Club.

I truly admired her for being her. So proud to be her friend!

More than a year ago, she told me she wanted to create a foundation for underprivileged kids in the Philippines with the same heart condition as hers. We shared a common dream, somehow, and I had a bit of background, having worked for a child-welfare NGO before. I have yet to find our exchanges that mentioned the name she planned to give it. Naturally, she wanted me to be a part of it. I told her how hard building a foundation was going to be, especially the requirements. She still considered it nonetheless. Unfortunately, it was one achievement she could not have.

She also wanted to write her life story, encouraged by her Toastmasters friends. They suggested for Beth to write a book. “About my life experiences,” she explained, “about how blessed I am that I’m still here.” It was supposed to be in English, though, so who best to ask for help? Me, “Ba-gie” (pronounced buh-ji, one of her then-new terms of endearment for me). I was so looking forward to that.  Sadly, it was simply not meant to be.

Those dreams left undone, I do not believe that Betchico really actually left unfulfilled. She went away happy. In one private message consoling me about my father’s death, she said that she, too, had been already waiting for “that” time to come since she was a kid. It just wasn’t her time yet. I think that we can be consoled by the fact that Beth was ready to meet her Maker.

Let me share one more (partly translated) quote from her:

“Before, I could not appreciate the reason for my going through so many pains and struggles in life…but now, I’m thankful I went through all those things and I am not afraid to go through more…I’ve learned a lot, I’ve met so many people, I’ve met my soulmate, and I’ve met friends like you…”

Beth, I lost another loved one in you, but I know I gained another angel. Thank you so much for your friendship. Rest in peace, Betchico. I will always remember you with fond memories. You’ll continue to be an inspiration to all of us whom you’ve touched with your smiley heart. We’ll see you there 😀

Beth and her achievements

She was featured as one of the Women of Atlantic City in the July/August 2011 edition of the Atlantic County Woman publication. Of course, copyright is theirs

Lovely Beth

Beautiful Beth had one of the loveliest hearts. Image Copyright©Jerry Shockey

“SOS: A better future for children”

Starweek Magazine (The Philippine Star)

October 25, 2009

A LOVING HOME FOR EVERY CHILD: At SOS Children’s Villages, each child is provided food, shelter, clothing, education and a loving family — complete with brothers, sisters and an SOS Mother who will raise him as her own

MANILA, Philippines – The youth is the hope of the nation, a cliché but true. But had Jose Rizal the gift of foresight, he would have given us fair warning: ‘Parents, take better care of your children lest we destroy the future!’

Post-Rizal and post-World War II, Hermann Gmeiner, in Austria, saw for himself how a harsh world could kill hopes and sabotage lives, especially of children. The war left many children orphaned, abandoned, isolated and suffering. Orphaned by his mother as well, Gmeiner realized that help cannot be effective when a child has to grow up without a mother, and even more so, without a home. He can only develop to his full potential in a supportive and protective family environment. 

This conviction would later give birth to a new and noble cause…”


SOS Children are being reared to grow up as responsible, productive and independent adults

*ERRATUM: There are really EIGHT (8) Children’s Villages (CV) in the Philippines today, but the first-ever CV in Lipa, Batangas was not mentioned in the enumeration. These CV’s are in Bataan, Calbayog, Cebu, Davao, Iloilo, Lipa, Manila (Alabang), and Tacloban. And, oh, forgive my layout. WordPress could be such a pain.

Sisters, Friends

“We are friends,…”

VISIT and find out the many ways you can help. Be a child advocate. Be an SOS FRIEND.

“…we are FAMILY.”

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