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Timotea. P. S. Oct. 26, 1926 – Oct. 03, 2012. She laughed with a thunder that lit the heavens. It was all in a child’s playground, and unconcerned of the so-called grown ups, she still laughed. Her laughing was so contagious, that the Center for Disease Control would have been delighted at this uncanny ability and would have welcomed her entry in any parts of this USA. She laughed and even when one did not understand, in her Visayas, (one of the dialects spoken in the Philippines.) the reason for her laughing, a smile and its pursuing laughter emerged on one’s face. She will be missed. Her journey, cut short for that brief passing in time, and thus extended in a child’s yelling of “Nanay! Nanay!” It was a child’s way of saying good morning grandma! This exchange between two angels of light was uncanny. To an outsider observer, the transactional analyses were crystal clear and pure. Acknowledging each other’s presence was the only criteria in a wave of the hands, and the further connecting of those “windows of the soul.” She will be missed. She shared with an openness that gave the clouds in flight, a competing edge. One child of nature and keenly aware of this fact, she smoked. One of the last of a generation that knew how to smoke, without inhaling the carcinogens, with the lit part of the tobacco in her mouth. She will be missed. Above all, by an adopted little girl, that knew her as “Mamá.” Now grown, and doing all a daughter would have done on those final pages of her sanctuary. Her transcendence lingered in the passed wisdom displayed in the lives of the future. The future, which was “now” rendered applauses in a job well done! Eduardo A. Cong. October 07, 2012

"An Imperfect Offering: Humanitarian Action for the Twentieth Century." Par James Orbinski, M.D. The world as we know it today is shrinking. At this precise writing, the undergraduate college attended has up to ninety languages spoken on campus, The City College of New York. Very soon this humble pen will have available "his" imperfect offering for you all too. The beauty, if you will, of this piece was included in the chapter "Ummera." All was poetry in a cinematographic motion. " Medecines Sans Frontieres " were critized for leaving Afghanistan after her twenty four years presence, in response, the international president of MSF, Dr. Rowan Giles, cited in the above book answered, "In the 'war on terror' all factions want us to choose sides. We refuse to choose sides, just was we refuse to accept a vision of a future where civilians trapped in the hell of war can only receive life saving aid from the armies that wage them." p.386

" All Faith is False, All Faith is True: Truth is the shattered mirror strewn in myriads bits; while each believes his little bit the whole to control. " Haji Abdu El-Yezdi translated by Sir Richard Francis Burton