This is my fourth and my youngest brother, Damian. He is the ninth sibling of ten. My parents brought him up the way all of us were raised but our five fingers are never the same. He is like one of the two brothers in one of the parables in the bible who when asked by his father to help him in the vineyard said "yes" but never showed up. He is kind of spoiled but not really to the fullest extreme. He is still a righteous person with a sound decision in life.
I remember how we always tried our best to impose some measures to make him a better person. He truly got words and sticks from my parents. I was already a teacher when he was still a young boy, so I saw how he defied the house rules. Many times my father's request were never realized with him. My eldest brother got mad with him one time that he almost got into the brink of hurting him. Damian was so terrified that he had his first seizure. It was triggered by his fear and it went on and on periodically. He had it in his entire elementary years. My mother took him to the doctor but the more medicines he took, the more seizures he suffered. Sometimes he all woke us up with his groaning. Many times he had three or four attacks during the day that made him so behind in school. So I asked my mother to just stopped the medication and just prayed. My mother silently prayed to the Sacred Heart of Jesus without us knowing it. Then one time, when I went to Bohol and visited Fatima Grotto in Carmen, I promised at the foot of the Virgin Mary to bring my brother if She would spare him a year without the dreaded attack. It came true and so the following year, I took him to the grotto then and only then I found out that my mother also prayed to Jesus. He got healed through our prayers and he was able to go to high school without any problem at all.
He never experienced what my other brothers did. My parents never forced him to do things that he did not want to do like going to the farm or go fishing with my father. He was spoiled in some aspects but we understood.
My brother is good in designs and eyes on aesthetics that we all thought he could be a good architect someday. So when he decided to take architecture, it was unanimously agreed. He is good but we could never figure out why he did not finish school. For nine years in college, he had done his thesis writing and passed it but we never could encourage him to get his diploma. He was tied to petty projects at first until he got married.
Now he is happily married with two kids. He is engaged in a contracting business. He makes residential plans, as well as for businesses. He also owns a xerox place in an established location in Davao City.
To you my dearest brother, I wish you all the best in life. See you in May this year!
I remember how we always tried our best to impose some measures to make him a better person. He truly got words and sticks from my parents. I was already a teacher when he was still a young boy, so I saw how he defied the house rules. Many times my father's request were never realized with him. My eldest brother got mad with him one time that he almost got into the brink of hurting him. Damian was so terrified that he had his first seizure. It was triggered by his fear and it went on and on periodically. He had it in his entire elementary years. My mother took him to the doctor but the more medicines he took, the more seizures he suffered. Sometimes he all woke us up with his groaning. Many times he had three or four attacks during the day that made him so behind in school. So I asked my mother to just stopped the medication and just prayed. My mother silently prayed to the Sacred Heart of Jesus without us knowing it. Then one time, when I went to Bohol and visited Fatima Grotto in Carmen, I promised at the foot of the Virgin Mary to bring my brother if She would spare him a year without the dreaded attack. It came true and so the following year, I took him to the grotto then and only then I found out that my mother also prayed to Jesus. He got healed through our prayers and he was able to go to high school without any problem at all.
He never experienced what my other brothers did. My parents never forced him to do things that he did not want to do like going to the farm or go fishing with my father. He was spoiled in some aspects but we understood.
My brother is good in designs and eyes on aesthetics that we all thought he could be a good architect someday. So when he decided to take architecture, it was unanimously agreed. He is good but we could never figure out why he did not finish school. For nine years in college, he had done his thesis writing and passed it but we never could encourage him to get his diploma. He was tied to petty projects at first until he got married.
Now he is happily married with two kids. He is engaged in a contracting business. He makes residential plans, as well as for businesses. He also owns a xerox place in an established location in Davao City.To you my dearest brother, I wish you all the best in life. See you in May this year!
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