Little things

 The importance of what can be considered little things such as changing a light bulb, picking up a fallen crayon for a child, opening the door for a lady, and saying “good morning” or “thank you,” cannot be underestimated in importance and value.  This was a thought that arose while during a regular walk around the oval of the Perdices Memorial Stadium in Dumaguete City.  The grass beside the track was being mowed and small stones had found their way into the track which affected not only the cleanliness of the track but also increasing the deterioration of the rubberized surface by  athletes, joggers and walkers  Our group started to pick up the offending stones as we continued our walk. In a very short time, others started to pick up the pebbles and soon the track was cleaned of the small irritating obstructions.  Little things have their own significance.

We pay a minimal fee of P10 to use the track facility for our exercise session. But it seems that this fee does not include having the comfort room in a clean and functioning state.  In the men’s room urinals, two of the six are functional and two toilets have been out of order for some time now.  It is my opinion that  that management and staff of the Governor M. Perdices Memorial Coliseum have an opportunity to improve  their repair and maintenance work.  We can be sure that our former governor whom we honor and our current provincial chief executive would not be happy nor proud of the efforts exerted to keep the comfort rooms of the facility clean and functioning. 

Little things include little setbacks.  Day 1 of the current impeachment trial was characterized by one national television network as a black eye for the prosecution.  It does importantly remind the prosecution that they have to be better prepared and organized in the manner they are tasked to discharged their responsibilities.   Fortunately, it was not a knockout.  However the event is surely gathering more and more interest from more citizens, and we look forward to being able to appreciate the evidence still to be presented to support an allegation made.  The legal skirmishes have begun as evidenced by the black eye on the prosecution and let us continue to be observant and objective as the prosecution start presenting evidence and witnesses.

Let us end with an attempt to smile and be encouraged to listen well with the following anecdote entitled, “Men Never Listen”.  On a flight to Chicago, a gentleman had made several attempts to get into the men's restroom, but it had always been occupied. The flight attendant noticed his predicament.   Sir, she said, "You may use the ladies room if you promise not to touch any of the buttons on the wall."   He did what he needed to, and as he sat there he noticed the buttons he had promised not to touch. Each button was identified by letters: WW, WA, PP, and a red one labeled ATR. Who would know if he touched them? He couldn't resist. He pushed WW. Warm water was sprayed gently upon his bottom. What a nice feeling, he thought. Men's restrooms don't have nice things like this. Anticipating great pleasure, he pushed the WA button. Warm air replaced the warm water, gently drying his underside. When this stopped, He pushed the PP button. A large powder puff caressed his bottom adding a fragile scent of spring flowers to this unbelievable pleasure. The ladies restroom was more than a restroom, it is tender loving pleasure. When the powder puff completed its pleasure, he couldn't wait to push the ATR button which he knew would be supreme ecstasy. Next thing he knew he was in a hospital as soon as he opened his eyes. A nurse was staring down at him with a smirk on her face.   What happened?" he exclaimed. "You pushed too many buttons," replied the nurse. "The last button marked ATR was an Automatic Tampon Remover. Your manhood is under your pillow."*