DO instead of DON'T

Today is Ash Wednesday.

 I once read a story in The Catholic Digest about how a mother changed the viewpoint of her three young sons about Lent. She advised them to Do instead of Don't.

 This is actually good advise. Research has proven that stating an intended action in the positive brings about more desired results. Thing is, our minds seemed to be wired to ignore the "not" so it will remember to do what follows. So if you say "do not eat meat", the brain will focus only on "eat meat" and that will be the message it will send the rest of the body. Hence, if we see some well cooked steak, the brain will remind us that we will "eat meat".

 So, for Lent, here are a few suggestions of what you can DO.

  • DO give your cigarette money to your local church or to a charity
  • DO try some new fish or veggie recipes
  • DO join a medical mission
  • DO volunteer for a charity event
  • DO visit the elderly or an orphanage
  • DO skip the softdrinks or coffee or beer
  • DO visit the Blessed Sacrament 
  • DO pray the rosary daily
  • DO reflect on the daily mass readings
These things are really simple and Doable, right?

Now if you find yourself wanting to continue these things even after Holy Week, by all means DO SO.

Bad Pizza Hut

Today I tried to eat at Pizza Hut Kia Theater. Tried because I never even got to order.
The store at the Kia theater block had two doors since it was on a corner. I went through the one opposite Rustan. Knowing their system, I paused at the door and waited for a few seconds for someone to show me my table. Since no employee approached, I proceeded inside and looked around for a small table since I was dining alone (I have these spur of the moment ideas like I want to eat there). No small table so I sat at a table set for four near the other door opposite of Manhattan. Still nobody approached.
I watch a man approach the drink counter. There was nobody there to help him so he goes inside. That was when two employees approach and talk to him guiding him out of the counter area. Still, nobody comes near me.
I examine the promo stand on the table. One side showed that they were serving halo-halo (a mix of fruits, gelatinous ingredients, milk, sugar and ice plus maybe ice cream or custard). The other side exhorted a Pepsi Spire. I wanted to ask what was special about it but none of the staff paid me any attention.
I signal one of the girls entertaining guests who wanted to order take out. She came over and asked if I needed assistance. I told her that I wanted to order and that nobody had entertained me yet. She brings me a menu and a glass with three bread sticks. Then she went off again.
Finally, I had made my choice. So I laid the menu on the table and waited again. The bread sticks helped a bit. All this time, I was staring at the cashier area where a man and a woman stationed themselves. I thought either one of them was the manager.
Then I noticed two guys come in. One of the servers motioned them to a table and gave them a menu. I ran out of bread sticks. The server came back for the order of the two guys.
That was when I got up. I asked for the manager and lo, I was right. It was the man. I gave him my complaints and told him nobody came to take care of my order and the servers even got the order of people who came later than me. Calmly, he asked for my order.
The nerve of this guy! He did not even apologize for the bad behavior of his staff.

Tyes of Generosity

Some wonderful revelations came to me this evening.

I ride a jeepney to work on Tuesday nights. Tonight, a guy went ahead of me in boarding the vehicle. He stepped in and then decided to take the empty seat near the entry so he took a half step back and bumped into me. He said he was surprised. I was pissed off.

A little further on, more passengers boarded and the long bench where I was seated became full. The lady beside me was pulling out loose change for her fare. Her arm was actually crossing over my upper torso but she continued. Again, I was annoyed by a fellow passenger.

Finally, a blind man boarded and the guy at the end had no choice but to move over and give the blind man his seat. The blind man had been guided to the wrong vehicle but we were a ways off already. So the lady beside me volunteered to help him transfer at the point where she would be getting off.

As we rolled along, the guy I bumped into engaged the blind man in conversation. They had a lively chat. It seemed like the blind man was enjoying the fact that this guy was giving him the time of day.

You really don't know what is in a person's heart.