EVEN WHEN OUR HANDS ARE EMPTY, OUR HEARTS REMAIN FULL

Pretty recently, the Philippine Daily Inquirer (my favorite newspaper) published this interesting article written by an American. It was a very sweet letter from Dr. Harwell for the entire Filipino people. 🙂

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It's more fun in the Philippines!

It’s more fun in the Philippines!

 

Source: http://opinion.inquirer.net/47047/love-letter-to-filipinos

 

LOVE LETTER TO FILIPINOS

I am writing to thank Filipinos for the way you have treated me here, and to pass on a lesson I learned from observing the differences between your culture and mine over the years.

I am an expatriate worker. I refer to myself as an OAW, an overseas American worker, as a bad joke. The work I do involves a lot of traveling and changing locations, and I do it alone, without family. I have been in 21 countries now, not including my own. It was fun at first.  Now, many years later, I am getting tired. The Philippines remains my favorite country of all, though, and I’d like to tell you why before I have to go away again.

I have lived for short periods here, traveled here, and have family and friends here. My own family of origin in the United States is like that of many Americans—not much of a family. Americans do not stay very close to their families, geographically or emotionally, and that is a major mistake. I have long been looking for a home and a family, and the Philippines is the only place I have lived where people honestly seem to understand how important their families are.

I am American and hard-headed. I am a teacher, but it takes me a long time to learn some things. But I’ve been trying, and your culture has been patient in trying to teach me.

In the countries where I’ve lived and worked, all over the Middle East and Asia, it is Filipinos who do all the work and make everything happen. When I am working in a new company abroad, I seek out the Filipino staff when I need help getting something done, and done right. Your international reputation as employees is that you work hard, don’t complain, and are very capable. If all the Filipinos were to go home from the Middle East, the world would stop. Oil is the lifeblood of the world, but without Filipinos, the oil will not come from the ground, it will not be loaded onto the ships, and the ships will not sail.  The offices that make the deals and collect the payments will not even open in the morning. The schools will not have teachers, and, of course, the hospitals will have no staff.

What I have seen, that many of you have not seen, is how your family members, the ones who are overseas Filipino workers, do not tell you much about how hard their lives actually are. OFWs are very often mistreated in other countries, at work and in their personal lives. You probably have not heard much about how they do all the work but are severely underpaid, because they know that the money they are earning must be sent home to you, who depend on them.  The OFWs are very strong people, perhaps the strongest I have ever seen. They have their pictures taken in front of nice shops and locations to post on Facebook so that you won’t worry about them. But every Pinoy I have ever met abroad misses his/her family very, very much.

I often pity those of you who go to America. You see pictures of their houses and cars, but not what it took to get those things. We have nice things, too many things, in America, but we take on an incredible debt to get them, and the debt is lifelong.  America’s economy is based on debt. Very rarely is a house, car, nice piece of clothing, electronic appliance, and often even food, paid for.  We get them with credit, and this debt will take all of our lifetime to pay. That burden is true for anyone in America—the OFWs, those who are married to Americans, and the Americans themselves.

Most of us allow the American Dream to become the American Trap. Some of you who go there make it back home, but you give up most of your lives before you do. Some of you who go there learn the very bad American habits of wanting too many things in your hands, and the result is that you live only to work, instead of working only to live. The things we own actually own us. That is the great mistake we Americans make in our lives. We live only to work, and we work only to buy more things that we don’t need.  We lose our lives in the process.

I have sometimes tried to explain it like this: In America, our hands are full, but our hearts are empty.

You have many problems here, I understand that. Americans worry about having new cars, Filipinos worry about having enough food to eat. That’s an enormous difference. But do not envy us, because we should learn something from you. What I see is that even when your hands are empty, your hearts remain full.

I have many privileges in the countries where I work, because I am an expat. I do not deserve these things, but I have them. However, in every country I visit, I see that you are there also, taking care of your families, friends, bosses, and coworkers first, and yourselves last. And you have always taken care of me, in this country and in every other place where I have been.

These are places where I have been very alone, very tired, very hungry, and very worried, but there have always been Filipinos in my offices, in the shops, in the restaurants, in the hospitals, everywhere, who smile at and take good care of me. I always try to let you know that I have lived and traveled in the Philippines and how much I like your country. I know that behind those smiles of yours, here and abroad, are many worries and problems.

Please know that at least one of us expats has seen what you do for others and understands that you have a story behind your smiles. Know that at least one of us admires you, respects you, and thanks you for your sacrifices. Salamat po. Ingat lagi. Mahal ko kayong lahat.

David H. Harwell, PhD, is a former professor and assistant dean in the United States who now travels and works abroad designing language training programs. He is a published author and a son of a retired news editor.

 

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I kinda blushed at most parts. My heart swelled that I nearly cried on my bus ride home while reading this.

Okay, I actually cried. But no one noticed it. And I’m damned proud of the reason why I cried. 🙂 I was moved by this letter. And it made me realize that, true, we Filipinos might not be the best people, but we are a happy people. We work hard, and even sacrifice being away from our families just so we can bring food on the table. So that we give our loved ones better lives than what we have. We value family that much.

The best part in the letter for me is this… “Americans worry about having new cars, Filipinos worry about having enough food to eat. That’s an enormous difference. But do not envy us, because we should learn something from you. What I see is that even when your hands are empty, your hearts remain full.”

Heartwarming.

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About lonewulf

I am a self-confessed 'jologs', a country boy who now works in the big city. I studied Applied Math, and am now completing Finance while working as a risk analyst. I feel extremely happy whenever I dance, draw/sketch, and write. I also like to read books, eat (not fruits, or vegetables), sleep, and travel.

5 comments

  1. I am an American and I currently live in Doha, Qatar where I run into and meet Filipinos on a daily basis. I have been here for three years with my husband and three children. I am actually a happier person being away from the US because I see the trap that so many Americans have fallen into. There are many kind people in America, but unfortunately the culture is driven by goods (electronics, cars, clothes, etc.) Not everyone thinks that way, there are smart people that save and live within their means. There are people that work hard, maybe 3 jobs and some live in very poor conditions, and there are tons of people who look wealthy and act wealthy, but is just for show.

    When mentioned in the letter about American family’s staying close it is true to a certain extent, from one extreme to the other. I am fortunately married to a Mexican and their family culture is more similar to yours, for that I am truly blessed.

    When we first arrived to Doha I soon discovered that the happiest people I have ever met in my life with the best customer service, nicest most sincerest smiles are Filipinos. I have told my husband that if people in the US had the skills and customer service like the Filipinos, America would be a better place and companies would thrive. Thank you for sharing your story. It says a lot about the man who took time to write the letter to the people of the Philippines. Warmest wishes for you and your country men and women.

    Warmest regards,

    Constance Citalan

    • Hi Constance, thank you for taking time to comment in this entry. I really appreciate how you perceive us Filipinos, which is very similar to Dr. Harwell’s. It is nice to know that we actually have that impact to some people. 🙂

      I am glad that you have avoided the “trap”, and is now happily living with your family in Asia. I, too, would like to be able to work abroad someday. Not because I want to leave my country, but because I want to go to different places, experience different cultures, and meet people like you who also knows how to appreciate others’ cultures. 🙂

      Again, thanks for dropping by, and good luck in your endeavors. I followed your blog, too, it looks interesting. 🙂

  2. nakaktouch..lets show to them who we really are.I’m proud to be a Filipino…

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