The Power of Prayers

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Contact Person:  Dr. Udis Lord, Ph.D.,,
                                                            The Power of Prayers
                                     Dr. Udis Sanchez Manalansan-Lord, Ph.D.
            (February 15, 2015,  St. Louis, MO), I grew up in the poor, backward barrio of San Pablo.  There was no electricity or running water.  Most of the people made their livelihood by planting rice in the ricefield earning fifteen cents a day. 
            High school was not free.  I had to walk for about two hours one way in the morning, two hours in the afternoon to be able to attend  high school.
            My lunch was boiled rice my mother sprinkled with salt and wrapped in banana leaves.  I walked to the nearby water pump after I ate my lunch to be able to drink.
            Some of the other students who walked with me, came from farther barrios, so they probably had to walk for about three hours.
            We were happy walking to school.  We were friends.
            I never saw a fight in school or in the barrio I lived.  I never saw a child disrespect a teacher, an adult or anyone else.
            They cracked jokes about me a lot because I was so skinny, dark and wore hand me down clothes.  Sometimes my shoes were so big that I had to stuff them with newspapers.
            In  school, we  stood up when the teacher entered.  Then we prayed together.  When that teacher left, we prayed again.  Another teacher came in. We prayed again.  When that teacher left, we prayed.
            We had eight  teachers.  We prayed sixteen times a day.
            On Wednesday, we walked to the nearby church to pray the Novena.  On Sunday, we attended mass.  We confessed. We received the Holy Communion.
            At home, our family prayed the Holy Rosary while we knelt on our knees.
            Before Christmas, my mother and I walked for two hours in the dark to attend the morning mass.
            I remember we used to pass what they called “Dau.”  It was marked by a huge rock that was bigger than me.  I was told that the Japanese buried our people there during  World War Two.
            Needless to say, I held on tightly to my mother’s hand when we passed by “Dau.”
            I fell off a window and broke my neck. My Aunt Sidra made a poultice out of some wild grass they called “malatinta” which means just like ink.
            She learned how to use the malatinta by seeing a snake give it to another snake who was beaten by a farmer. After the snake ate the malatinta, it  slithered  back with the other snake.
            She made me drink the poultice and wrapped the leaves around my neck.  Then bandaged it with rags.
            They prayed.  My neck was healed.
            After I graduated from high school and attended Columban College in Olongapo  City, we were required to study Theology.  We also attended mass which is built within the college.   Some of our teachers were nuns. Others were in the seminary, we called them Brothers.  Others were Missionaries. 
            As a result of that upbringing, I grew up constantly praying.  Mentally, I am in an unceasing communication with God.
            I have read the Holy Bible from the beginning to the end four times.
            As a result, when I am faced with difficulties, something I have read from the Holy Bible comes to my mind to guide and strengthen me.
            I believe that when I left my parents in the Philippines to search for a better life in America,  my mother prayed for me  every minute that she was awake. 
            This is what I do for my descendants and all the descendants of my ancestors.  I pray for everybody even people I do not even know.
            When I pass by a stranded car, or truck I pray that the  Lord helps them.  I pray for the beggars, the people living in poor houses. 
            I used to live in a shack in the ghetto of Olongapo.
                        This is  my favorite prayer that I have to say constantly to remember that the Lord is with me and that He and I will overcome.
            “The  Lord is with me.  I shall not fear. I can do all things through Christ Who strengthens me.  Lord help me overcome all my adversities.  Grant the graces I had been asking for, in faith through Christ, our Lord. Amen.”
            From that little girl planting rice for fifteen cents a day in the Philippines, a squatter in the ghetto of Olongapo, to being a Doctor of Philosophy Graduate of  St. Louis University in America, completing my second year Juris Doctor of  Law and representing myself as my lawyer, winning the Courts of Appeal Landmark  Case, Lord vs. Pontigon, to being the recipient of  many awards and honors offered to me, I, Dr.  Lord, testifies that it is my prayers, and the Lord Who gave me all these things.
            For further information, read Dr. Lord’s From Fieldhand to Ph.D., Ms. Asia International:  Motivation for Success and Happiness that is available at
            Dr. Lord is available as a speaker and for media interview.