JOYS & PITFALLS OF TEACHING
(First Part of a Series)
By Benjamin Eugenio Jr LMT
My name is a.k.a Robert Fronda. I am a licensed massage therapist or LMT. I am the owner of a DOH (Department of Health) accredited training institution. I have been in the massage training industry for over a decade. Here is my story.Love for Teaching.
I started my school with nothing but sheer desire to teach. Teaching is something that, perhaps, runs the family: my Mommy Mila, a retired public school teacher, has founded and pioneered several public schools in the hinterlands of General Santos during her lifetime. Her sterling desire to serve can be proven by the numerous awards, recognitions and accolades received from various government and private organizations then. Countless lives of both Christians and Muslims alike were touched by her simplicity and candidness as a teacher, mentor and advisor-all rolled in one.
My younger sister, Adek
Girlie, who is a licensed optometrist, went overseas to teach in a Muslim country. Being a devoted Christian working with Muslim teachers and pupils was never an easy task. Unbeknownst to many, she is also a consummate teacher. No wonder, just like mom, she exercised leadership and compassion as a teacher bringing her to the attention of her Muslim superiors which in turn gave her recognition as an “Outstanding Foreign Teacher.” And she did it in just two years.
Indeed, these are tough acts to follow.
To some teaching is a lowly profession but for us in the family, who have seen how lives were molded and transformed from mediocrity and obscurity towards recognition and success, can truly say that teaching is more than just a profession- it a vocation that is worth trudging on even if it promises little or no material reward at all.How to Make Parents Mad.
Just this moment, I remembered how my parents were infuriated upon learning, years ago, that I resigned from a “promising”, lucrative job (then) as an regular employee of the House of Representatives- giving up all the perks and privileges of being an employee of a powerful government institution in exchange of work in another “House” and that is the House of Refuge- a half-way house for abandoned, abused and neglected children.
I volunteered and worked as a house parent cum in-house teacher.
For five (5) straight years, I have never known home except being with former street children with whom I have been endeared with and who lovingly called me “Papa Robert” in an instance. They have become “my” children and I have become “their” father. It was one of the most precious moments of my life. By then I say, “Who cares about getting married? Who cares about rearing children from my own lineage and blood?”
I don’t need any of those because these children have become my children
. Ironically, my sacrifices for them resulted to more inexplicable sacrifices. (to be continued)