Udis the Great, Chapter 10

This Memoir continues the chapters below chapter 10.
Chapter 10, Udis the Great
                                     Dr. Udis Lord's Memoir
                                       Life in America
                                               
                        © Dr. Udis Sanchez Manalansan-Lord, Ph.D.
            For further information, read From Fieldhand to Ph.D., Ms. Asia InternationalMotivation for Success and Happiness, that is available at www.drudislord.com, www.amazon.com, www.barnes&Noble.com
            In the previous chapter, I wrote about how I wanted to live in America after I saw a JC Penny Catalogue, that my  grade school classmate, Norma, showed me.  It was sent to her by her uncle who joined the U.S. Navy.
            That was the first time I saw what Americans looked like.  I fell in love with them.  I thought they are such beautiful people.  What made them more attractive to me was that they wore some beautiful clothes, and they wore shoes, both of which I never had.
            If you remember, in the previous chapter, I also wrote about how I used to stare at the U.S. Naval Base from top of Columban College where I studied for my Bachelor’s Degree.
            I saw U.S. Military in uniforms come in and out of the gate that was guarded by the statue like looking marines who never made eye contact, nor smile. They were in absolute attention watching everybody’s move.
            I wanted so much to enter that gate.
            Right after I graduated from college, I was hired to help the U.S. Education Officer  in providing educational services to  U.S. Military who were then fighting the Vietnam War.
            I was not only able to enter that U.S. gate.
            I worked inside that U.S. Base for more than two years until I left for the U.S. after I married my American officemate.
            When I left for America, both my parents saw me walk  away.  I walked away as if I was only going next door.
            I did not want to see them sad.  I knew how much they loved me.  I also knew it made them terribly worried, but at the same time, they did not discourage me.  They wanted the best for me.
            It was fifteen years after that separation before I saw my parents again.
            After fifteen years, my father kept asking my sister Tess to write to me to come home.  I could not come home. 
            I was divorced, raising a child alone without any child support. I was teaching during the day, and attending the University of Missouri towards my Masters Degree at that time.
            But when my Aunt Nonelon wrote to me to come home, I knew I must come home.
            I returned home planning on staying there the whole summer.  My mother-in-law loved my son dearly.  I knew that she will take care of him.
            I did not realize that my father knew he was not going to live much longer.  He wanted to make sure that his land he inherited from my ancestors is given to his heirs.
            He trusted that I will do that because when his land was mortgaged, I paid his debts  so that he can get his land back.
            He wrote on a second grade piece of paper that his land is mine until my brothers and sisters can pay me the money that I used to pay his debt.
            I told him that I paid his debts for him because I love him.  I tore that paper. So, my father knew that he can trust me, that I will not take advantage of my brothers and sisters.
            I did not know at that time, that he watched my mother got kidnapped while she was senile and was forced to  sign a deed of sale on her inherited lands.
            I was then in America when  senile mother was kidnapped.
            I dreamed about it.
            I saw my mother stuck inside a small, yellow Volkswagen Bug. She could not leave.  She was locked. Scared.  She was looking through the front windshield looking and waiting for me to save her.
            I never came.
            My nephew who was then a teenager witnessed the kidnapping.  He said that they grabbed my senile mother and threw her inside a car.
            She was scared.  She stared out of the glass windshield.
            The people who kidnapped my mother mortgaged her land for more than five million.
            While I was in America, I never thought about my land inheritance.
            However, one day, while I was in a hurry to go to work, I glanced at myself on the mirror.  I was shocked because I looked like my mother.
            That was when I wondered  what happened to my mother’s inheritance.
            I called my sister Tess to trace what happened to the land. They found out that it was mortgaged.  The bank has drawn the foreclosure papers to take over the land.
            Broke as I was, I figured out a way to hire two lawyers to stop the foreclosure.  At this writing, we won our inheritance.  Fifteen years had passed since we filed that lawsuit.
            After we won, the defendants filed an  appeal.  We are waiting for the final court decision which I pray would come very soon.
            Most of my grandparents’ legal heirs have  died.  Their inheritance will have to be given to their descendants when everything is said and  done.
            I pray that I can accomplish that.
                                                                                 Udis the Great, Chapter 11
                        Autobiography of Dr. Udis Sanchez Manalansan-Lord, Ph.D., the author of From Fieldhand to Ph.D., Ms. Asia International:  Motivation for Success and Happiness and 7 other books that are available at www.drudislord.com, www.amazon.com, www.Barnes&Noble.com
                                                My Life in America
                                                The Beginning
                                   © Dr. Udis Sanchez Manalansan-Lord, Ph.D.
            My life in America was extremely difficult.  I did not tell my family in the Philippines because I did not want to worry them.
            When I was in the Philippines, my best friend was my American Officemate that I married.  When we arrived in America, he worked all day and went to college at night.
            We lived in a very small apartment with my baby.  I did not know anyone.  I did not know how to drive.  I had no car.
            Pretty soon, I felt like the white walls of the apartment were caving in on me.  I became very, very homesick.
            I tried to apply to attend the University of Missouri to pursue my Masters Degree in Psychology that I started at the University of Sto. Tomas.  I could not get admitted.
            Then, I requested a meeting with the Dean to try to convince him to admit me in the Masters Degree Program.
            He said, “I cannot admit you.”
            My Graduate Record Exam scores were low.  The Graduate Record Exam was standardized using American Students who studied in America. 
            I was a foreign student.  English was a second language to me.  The GRE, therefore, is culturally biased.  It should not have been used to decide my admission.
            Looking back at it, I realize now that the other reason then that I was not admitted in the graduate degree program was because most of my grades from the Philippines were 1.  This 1 is the equivalent of A in America.
            In America, 1 stands for D, which is the lowest grade.  At that time, no conversion was attached to the transcript of record on students’   grades.
            However, I refused to give up.
            When I met with the Dean, he said, “I had been talking to you for  almost an hour.   I still cannot admit you in our Masters Degree program.
            I  said, “I can prove to you that I can do the work.  Allow me to take three classes as an unclassified student.  If I pass the classes, admit me to the program.”
            I took three classes and passed them all.
            That was how I got admitted to the University of Missouri Graduate School, where I received my Masters Degree in Education, Major in Counseling.
            Although going to graduate school distracted me from being homesick, eventually, I had a bleeding ulcer.
            I was hospitalized for about a week.  I was attached to a tube that replaced the blood that I kept losing.
            Then, for a week, all I was able to eat was jello.
            I missed my family in the Philippines so much.  There is no word to describe the loneliness of  leaving my roots.
            I had no one to comfort me.
            I asked my husband to divorce me. He said, “Who will watch out for you?”
            He did not want to divorce me So, I filed for the divorce myself.
            Being divorced raising my son alone was not the easiest thing in the world.  I tried to pursue my graduate studies, teach full time and raise my son at the same time.
            I applied for a scholarship to study German.  I was told that I was a good candidate but that if I got accepted, I had to study German full time in Germany.  That means I had to leave my son to my ex-husband.
            I decided not to go to Germany.
            Then, they were looking for a teacher candidate to go to the moon. 
            When I was young, I wanted to go to Russia because they sent a woman to the moon  in the their Sputnik Rocket.
            But  my father told me to go to America instead because Americans are God fearing people.
            However, I decided not to apply to go to the moon, because I did not want to leave my son.  The rocket that brought the American Teacher to the moon exploded during the take off.
            I wanted to go back and work for the United States Department of Defense so that I can travel around the world.
            I studied French, German, and Spanish.  Although English is  a second language to me, I majored in English, and I am very fluent in it so that I did not have to study  it.
            However, I did not want to leave my son, nor did I want to take him away from the U.S. soil.
            I feel that my son  was safe in America more than in any part of the world.
            I lost my child support.  Since I have a college degree, I was unable to qualify for any  government aid.
            So, I worked as a full time teacher, sponsored cheerleaders, Pompons, worked as an assistant swimming coach, worked as a grocery cashier clerk and as a drug store cashier clerk, while I was completing my  Specialist Degree and raising my son alone.
            Udis the Great is gradually evolving.
            It was during this period that I started receiving letters from my sister Tess asking me to return home.
            She said my parents were very ill.  My mother was senile.  
            My father wanted to see me.
            Little did I know that my parents will soon pass away.
            As if my father knew, he did not stop asking my sister to keep asking me to come home. I had no money to come home.
            I also cannot leave my son in America.
            Besides, I heard of some Filipinos, who, after living in America for so many years, they died when they returned to the Philippines because they are no longer immune to the germs in the atmosphere.
            I was lost.
            I refused to surrender.
            My head was bloody, but I  refused to bow.
            I moved on.
           
                                                                                  Udis the Great, chapter 12
                       
                                                                            Autobiography of Dr. Udis Sanchez  Manalansan-Ph.D.
                                                                                 © Dr. Udis Sanchez Manalansan-Lord, Ph.D.
            I  tasted the bitter taste of racism in America.  I chewed it between my two front teeth and then spat it out.
            The more I was looked down because I am an immigrant, the harder I worked to teach those who mocked me to worship the ground that I  walked on.
            There was three hundred pound man, who lived next door to the apartment where my son and I lived.
            I was at that time driving a yellow Volkswagen.  He used to park his car really, really close to the driver side of my car.  So that, for me to get in my car, I had to get in from the passenger seat and carefully slide to the driver seat with difficulty.
            In retrospect, I suppose he was trying to make me mad so that I will fight him.  I never thought about fighting him.
            I did not grow up physically fighting people.  My family who raised me was a very gentle, humble family.  My parents did not yell, nor spanked us.  They explained patiently why we have to follow the commandments of God and man.
            The elderly I watched as I grew up in the barrio prayed a lot and taught us kindness, prayers and gratefulness.
            The  Catholic High School I attended required us to pray sixteen times everyday.  Whenever a teacher entered, we stood up and prayed.  That teacher taught us her class.  When she finished teaching us, we stood up and prayed. So, we did this standing and praying for all the 8 classes we attended daily.
            On Wednesday, we walked to the Church and attended the Novena.  On Sundays, we attended the mass.
            Father Balthazar who founded the school required us to study Theology all four years of  our high school education.
            Columban College, the Catholic School I attended for my Bachelor’s Degree was founded by the Columban Missionaries.
            We prayed there too. 
                                                                  
            So, fighting is not instilled in my way of solving problems.
            In retrospect, in anyone does that to me today, I will call the police and report them for harassment and racism.
            Anyway, I don’t remember how and why that man stopped that harassment.  I guess I was too busy trying to raise my son, teaching full time, attending graduate school and holding four other part time jobs to worry about that man.
            It was during this time that I dated a young man from a Jewish family.  We were going to get married.  We went to a jewelry store to get me a ring.  I remember I wanted a red ruby solitaire as my engagement ring.
            After his mother visited us, he decided not to buy the engagement ring. He married somebody else.
            Funny, how several years later, after I finished my Doctor of Philosophy from St. Louis University, written 8 books and was featured in some newspapers and television, out of the blue,  I received a call from him.
            “Hi, this is your secret admirer.  Would you like to go out to dinner?”
            When I found out who was, I said a flat “NO!”
            Interesting how life works.  One time people are up and act like they are the Almighty.  All of a sudden the balance of life shifts.  Those who are on top fall.  Those on the bottom rise.
            I rose.
            There was a time when I bought  some suits at an expensive store.  The saleslady gave me the hanger to hand the suit.
            When I got downstairs, the guard stopped me, thinking that I stole the suits.   I showed him my receipt, he did not believe me. 
            Another time, my son and I were walking inside a department store.  All of a sudden I heard my son say, “Why are you following my Mom?”
            He was looking up to a seven foot man.  My son was fearless.
            Afraid for my son’s safety, I apologize to the man.  “Hi, I’m Dr. Lord.  This is my son.am so  sorry for his behavior,”  I humbly said.
            I immediately introduced myself as Dr. Lord, before he handcuffed me, thinking that I am an illegal alien.
            “Ma’am, be proud of your son.  He is fearless in defending his mother.  I am a secret service watching everyone, to make sure everyone is safe and that nobody steals anything from the store.”
            I realized then that I looked like a hobo.  I was wearing a long, black wool coat.
            Another time, we went grocery shopping.  The guard allowed everyone to leave the door.  They stopped  me.  They asked for my receipt.  They counted the merchandise in my grocery cart.
            My son said, “Mom, they let everybody out, but they stopped you.”
            I laughed.   I was not paying attention.  I forgot I am a foreigner.  I told my son, ‘If they know who I am, they will be embarrassed for suspecting me of shop lifting.  I just kept on going on.  I did not let it upset me.  Life goes on.
            I learned to chew racism between my two front teeth and spit it out.
            I learned to act like a duck.  I let water slide behind my back.
            It was during this time when I had a supervisor on my job who told me that I should not be going to get my Ph.D. because I was not a good teacher.
            “Now, do you want me to kiss your feet?”  I asked.
            She ran to the principal and reported me for insubordination.
            They sent four different principals to each one of my four classes.  They wrote everything that I did.
            She was pressuring me to resign.
            The principal called me in his office and said.  “Resign, and I will write you a good recommendation.  I will ask my friend principals from other districts to give you a job,” he said.
            “Fire me,” was my reply.  I was tenured.  If they fired me, the school National Education  Association will help me.
            They did not fire me.
            I requested a leave of absence to deliver my baby.
            When I returned, they eliminated my position.  They transferred  me to the middle school where 99% of the students were blacks.  They thought that if they transferred me there, I would get killed.
            The principal at the middle school was black.  He kept me under his wings. I rose.
Udis the Great, chapter 13
                                               Autobiography of Dr. Udis Sanchez  Manalansan-Ph.D.
                                                      © Dr. Udis Sanchez Manalansan-Lord, Ph.D.
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            When I first moved to an apartment with my son, after my divorce, I saw two little boys about my son’s age who were playing outside.
            “Ask your mom if she would help me watch my son while I work,” I told them.
It turned out that their family is a kindhearted God fearing family.  Their mother babysat my son while I worked and attended graduate school.  I paid her  the going rate on the babysitting fee at that time.
            Many years later, I was able to buy a house. 
            Then, the airport expanded.  They bought our house, and we had to move farther  west.
            My friend introduced a mortgage broker to me. I paid him $7,000.00 to get me a fixed mortgage with a 7.6% interest.
            I put all the money I received from the sale of my other house as a downpayment to the new house I bought.
            When we sat down to close, the interest rate was an adjustable 9.857 %.
            The monthly payment kept increasing.
            A year  later, I was  required   to pay the $6,000.00 taxes which I was told was included in the monthly mortgage payment. 
            My house was to be foreclosed that Wednesday.
            Monday, from work, I called my friend Dr. H.  She told me to call the Vice President of  Pulaski Bank.
            That Wednesday, I met the Vice President.  He refinanced my house and stopped the foreclosure.
            God saved me again. He sent people to help me.
            I rose.
            About a year later, Pulaski sold my  mortgage to another company.  I was told this is the same company that swindled me the first time that was supposedly shut down by the government. They changed the company name, but they are owned by the same people.
            To my relief, President Obama signed a mortgage refinance  to lower the mortgage payment.
            My house was saved.
            The President of the United States was sent to help me.
            I rose.
More and more, I am realizing that the Holy Spirit dwells in my heart  so that when I see suffering, I die inside.
One day, I saw beggars on the street, poor people stranded on the street unable to repair their old car that stopped working.
I hurt so bad inside.  I prayed for the Lord  to help them.
Then, I asked the Lord, “God, why did you give me this heart that bleeds everytime I see human suffering?”           
The Lord answered, “And you want to be a U.S. Supreme Court Judge?”  I laughed at the ridiculousness of my question to God.
I had at that time completed my second year Juris Doctor of Law.
I was led to study law.
When the mortgage companies were trying to foreclose my house, a Kapampangan, from my tribe in the Philippines I met through the Amanungsisuan told me that I can file a lawsuit myself  “pro-se,”  and represent myself as a lawyer.
That was the first time I heard the word “pro-se,” and the fact that even if I am not a lawyer, I can still file a lawsuit myself and represent  myself as my own lawyer.
Using the research skills I learned  from studying  for  my Doctor of Philosophy Degree from  St. Louis University in St. Louis, I researched  how to file a lawsuit.
Then, I read  previous  similar cases.
That  inspired me to apply for admission to law school.
Taft University in California accepted me on their on line law school program. 
Little did I know that the Lord was prepping me for a bigger fight.
When I learned about my senile mother’s kidnapping, I included it in  my book From Fieldhand to Ph.D., Ms. Asia International:  Motivation for Success and Happiness
I was sued for defamation in Canada.
I cannot afford to go to Canada or hire a lawyer to defend me in Canada. 
The Judge in Canada decided that I was guilty of defamation.  I was told to pay  about $55,000.00 in damages.
They forwarded the judgment to the judge in the U.S.  They closed my access to my bank account.
Luckily, the sheriff’s office helped me figure out how  access  my money from my bank account and release it from the Canadian Judgment.
At that time, I financed a  lawsuit in the Philippines to try to recover my mother’s inheritance.
The defendant’s lawyer told me that if I withdraw that lawsuit, they will release me from the defamation judgement in Canada.
Without thinking and without hesitation, my reply was, “I will die for this.”  I saw in my dream  how my mother was kidnapped.
It happened in the Philippines.  I lived in America.   The spiritual world led me to see it.
A week before my Grandpa’s land was going to be f oreclosed, I dreamed of an old man with long,  gray hair, being suffocated inside a saran plastic wrap. 
The foreclosure papers were already drawn.  My dreams led me to stop it.
Then, since  I have already completed my second year towards my Juris Doctor of Law  Degree, I appealed the  Canadian Defamation Judgment against me and won the landmark case Lord vs. Pontigon at the Missouri Courts of Appeal.
The  Lord sent me those three judges who quashed and reversed the defamation judgment against me.
He also sent the most powerful person in the world to help me.
The United States President Barack Obama signed the SPEECH Act against Label Tourism, to stop foreign countries from suing American Writers.
I am an American Writer.
Those who are trying to destroy me, immortalized my name.  That case is now being studied in law schools and written in law books.
At that time, I dreamed that my SUV was stuck on top of a tree. I could not drive up or down.  My son was sitting on my left side. I told him to  slide down safely on the branch of the tree while I held on to the car so that it would  not fall on him.  He refused to leave me.
Somehow, I  managed to maneuvered the car safely down.
That dream foreshadowed the  many more challenges that my children and I had to overcome.
            Those were very difficult times.  I was swindled by a mortgage company.  I lost a lot of money. I lost my child support.
            Trying to keep my house, I pawned all my jewelry and lost them all.  That bought me some time to l earn how to file a lawsuit on my own against the company.
            I was able to keep my house.  The company was shut down, but I still lost a lot of money.  I was getting our food from the Salvation Army, St. Vincent DePaul and other charitable organization.
            The bad thing though is because my income does not show that I am poor, I was disqualified from any government aid.
            Life moved.
            I  dreamed I was trapped inside a dark cave. I was tiptoeing on top of some rocks that were spread on the water that looked like a river.
            I told myself, “I  will get out of here.”
            An old man with a long, white, beard and long, straight hair pointed ahead of me as if telling me to keep moving.
            Following my instinct, I went where he pointed. Then  I rose above the cave.  There was an  opening.
I got out and saw the bright sun, wide open field and inhaled  the clear crisp breeze.
I breathed a prayer of thanks.
            I rose again.
                                                                                        
 
           
 
                                                Udis the Great, Chapter 14
 
                            Conversation with God
 
           
 
              “Why are you scared? ”  I asked myself. 

            The Lord answered.

            “Didn’t I lift you from the muddy ricefield  of the barrio and moved you to the richest country in the world, then transformed you into a Ph.D.? 

            Didn’t I help you graduate from one of the best university in the world, St. Louis University in America?

            Didn’t I help you graduate with one of the highest degree in the world, a Doctor of Philosophy?

            Didn’t I help you finish your second year Juris Doctor of Law? 

            Didn’t I help you write 8 books and are in the process of writing two more books?

            Didn’t I help you build your website when you had no clue what you were doing so that you can sell your books?

            Didn’t  77,530 people visit your website when you had only created it two months ago?

            Didn’t I help you save your house from foreclosure?

            Didn’t  I send you, the most powerful person in the world, President Obama to sign the SPEECH ACT to save you from Libel Tourism?

            Didn’t I help you  in representing yourself as a your lawyer,  win the Lord vs. Pontigon Landmark Case at the Missouri Courts of Appeal to clear your name?  Didn’t that immortalize your name in law books all over the world?

            Didn’t I  prove to you that your hardships that you have experienced are what helped you build who you have become?

            Fear not, for I am always with you.

            Sometimes, I will whisper to you. 

            At other times, I will talk to you in your dreams.

            Sometimes, I will communicate to you in alphabets.

            Remember, always see with your faith. 

            All the difficulties that you face are tests  that you must pass to see if you deserve the rewards that I have prepared for you.

            Because you unceasingly worship me and  call my name, I will always be beside you.

            Because your heart is kind, I will always be kind to you.  For whatever you have done for your brothers and sisters, you have done unto me.”

            I replied, “Help me to always remember you, Lord.  For I am but a weak human being. All that I had accomplished you had given to me.”

            “I am right here beside you, always.”

            “Let me hear your voice, Lord.  Wrap your arms around me.  My burdens are many.  My fears are strong.”

            “Look at the sky.  See my face there, lovingly smiling at you.  Of all the creation I had made, I have chosen you to receive all that now you have and still will continue to have.”

            I replied, “Forgive my fears, my Lord.  I am holding on to you.  Listen to my unceasing prayers.  Grant the graces that I had been asking for, in faith, through Christ, our Lord. Father, I thank you in advance for granting my prayers according to your will. Amen.”

            “I love you, my child.  I will not fail you.”

            “Lord, I must always remember your words and not let fears take a hold of me.  Those fears are not from you.”

            “Strength, love, justice, kindness, guidance is what I give you.”

            “I love you, Lord.  Thank you for the abundant blessings that you have given me.  Please forgive my sins and help me follow your commandments.”

            “It is done,”  My Lord answered.

Then, I looked up at the sky.  Spring sunshine gently shone.  Chirping birds sway on the blooming trees.

            I rose.
                                                                               Udis the Great, chapter 15
                                             Faith Conquers All
                                                                 © Dr. Udis Sanchez Manalansan-Lord, Ph.D.
            I left my parents in the Philippines to go to America to search for a better life.  I can still remember it as if it was yesterday. When I left, they were standing together.  I pretended that I was only going next door because I did not want to see their sadness, neither did I want them to remember that I shed tears.
            After I arrived in America, naturally, I did not become Dr. Udis Lord, Ph.D. overnight.
            I had to overcome a lot of trials.
            There was a time when  my husband at that time worked all day and went to college at night.  I  had no friend, no sister, brother, father, mother to comfort me.
            I felt that the white walls of the tiny apartment were caving in on me.   My son was about two years old at that time.
            I could not get accepted at the University of Missouri.  I could not get a job.  I could not drive.  I had no car.  I had no money. 
            Although I knew that my parents were very worried about me, I could not write to them because I did not want to lie about my situation.
            I could not call them because they had no phone.  Also, during that time it cost five dollars per minute to call the Philippines.
            There were no cell phones.  Very few in the Philippines had phones.  My parents lived in the barrio without electricity and running water.
            Naturally, I missed  them terribly.
            Because of my loneliness, I had a bleeding ulcer.  I was hospitalized for about two weeks.  They hooked me in this machine that replaced the blood that I was losing.
            When I got home from the hospital, I wanted to die.
            I went to the bathroom to find a razor blade to slash my wrist.  Then, my two year old son crawled on my right leg which woke me up from the destruction  I was about to do.
            I  thought, “Oh my God, who will take care of you if I kill myself?  My mother! My Lord, she will die of grief!  I left her as a graduate student at the  Sto. Tomas University.  I will return dead?” 
            I believe that my mother prayed for me day and night.  The Lord listened to her prayers.  The Lord stopped me from killing myself.
            It is when we are down, that the temptation to destroy ourselves and others all of a sudden catch us off guard to destroy ourselves.
            My mother often told me, that satan is here.  He is real.  Always creeping, waiting for a chance to steal our soul.  He is commanding us to destroy.
            Therefore, my mother said, “Be in unceasing communication with God.  Pray nonstop.  Wear the Holy Rosary.  Read the Holy Bible.  Surround your house with Holy Objects such as the Holy Crucifix, the Holy Bible, statues of the Lord, the Saints, the Ten Commandments.  Satan is scared of Holy Objects.”
            Up till now, I still wear the Holy Rosary.  I have Holy Bibles and Crucifix in all the rooms in my house. I am in inceasing prayers.
            After my divorce, my children were so angry.  They destroyed the doors on my brand new house by kicking them.
            I took them to take martial arts for eleven years.  They both had their black belts when they were twelve and thirteen years old.
            My daughter kept running away from home.
            I would wake up in the middle of the night to check her bedroom.  She was not there.  I was in constant fear.  I called the police to help me find my daughter.
            Often times, after teaching teenagers all day, I came home to my house, and my own two teenagers were fighting.
            Eventually, I noticed I was drinking a bottle of wine every night.
            Christmas.  I was driving around looking for a liquor store.  That  was when I realized I had to stop drinking at that moment or I will become an alcoholic.
            My mother used to tell me. “Alcohol, gambling, cigarettes, drugs and other addictions are satan’s tools to enslave souls.”
            I bought six bottles of wine.  I put them in front of me. I talked to them. “You are the devil’s tools.  I am with the Lord. I will not be your slave.  You can call all you want.  I will defeat you.”
            For about six days, I had the strongest   urge to just  have a glass of wine.  I refused.  I never touched any alcohol ever since then.
            I rose.
            There was a time when I was so tired.  My two teenagers were rebelling. I was so angry.  Out of the blue I thought, “ I will  kill myself! They will be sorry!  They will miss me!”
            I was appalled at my thoughts.  “Satan, go away.  The Lord is with me.”  I prayed.  I touched the Holy Rosary that was hanging on my neck that my mother told me to wear.
            Those are just a few of the fears that I had to overcome through my faith.
            I am so grateful that I was raised by a Catholic Legionnaire Mother in a family who prayed the Holy Rosary together.
            I am so grateful for Father Balthazar who opened the  Sta. Cruz Central Institute High School that I attended where they taught us about the Ten Commandments and the  Lord.
            I am so grateful to the Columban Sisters who required us to study Theology in  college.
            I am so grateful to the elderlies in the barrio where I grew up.  They led us to pray constantly, in the chapel, on the street, on the ricefield, day and night.
            That is the upbringing that helped me overcome my struggles.
            If I was not raised to believe in God and not have faith, who would I call for help, strength and guidance,  Who I know is the most powerful, loving, kind Father Who  created me to His Image?
            That faith is the driving Force that helped me become Dr. Udis Lord, Ph.D., and evolved from  a peasant earning fifteen cents a day planting rice in the rice to who I am today.
            I owe it all to the Lord.
            Praise you God.  Allelujah!
           
                                                                   Udis the Great, chapter 16
                                                                                Suffering
            Looking back at my life, the suffering I experienced as a child, a peasant who planted rice in the ricefield, all day, burried in mud from waist down, from morning until dark, for fifteen cents a day, made me a determined person to succeed so that I can help my parents,  brothers,  sisters and my children in the future.
            I also realize now that this is the valley of tears.
            When I was young, our house was a shack of hammered aluminum discarded from an army barracks.
            Our only source of  food was my father’s farm.  However, he borrowed  $1,000.00 pesos from his sister, and the payment was that she took the farm and the harvest from the farm until my father was able to pay her.
            Naturally, we had no other income for food except what we earned from planting rice, picking up  left over rice on the ricefield and whatever money my mother earned from selling the charcoal that she made from climbing and cutting trees, then burning them into charcoal.
            She also climbed trees to gather some fruit such as caimito, (apple star), santol, and sold banana leaves.
            Oftentimes we  had no rice.  I had to go to our relatives to borrow a cup of rice here and there.  We boiled it, and sprinkled it with salt. That was our meal.
            If there was not enough rice, my mother made rice soup by boiling the rice in a lot of water and sprinkling it with salt.
            In very rare occasion, she might put some garlic on it, which really made it tastes  good.
            I did not know the meaning of  grocery shopping until I went to high school.  One of my classmates from the city said, “Today is Friday, we are grocery shopping.”
            I figured what she meant was that they were going to the store to buy a lot of food.
            Our family never went grocery shopping.
            My father used to tell me stories about how the landlord he used to work for had some left over food.  I have never seen left over food in my family.
            We were eight children. We ate all the food.
            He also told me stories about how the landlord had so much grapes that they leave them hanging on the wall.
            At that time, I really did not realize or imagine how anybody will have left over grapes and just leave  them  hanging on the wall until they feel like eating some grapes again.
            In my experience,  we never had any  grapes . Grapes are hardly seen in the country.  Only the rich can afford to buy grapes.
            Food was plentiful during the barrio fiesta.  This is the time when rice had been harvested.  Sharecroppers get in debt from the landlord to buy food that they can serve their  guests and relatives from other parts of the  province. It was called 5-6.
This means that  if they borrowed five cavans of rice, next harvest, they have to pay the landlord 6 cavans. 
 The celebration lasted for two days.
            There were musicians who paraded on the street playing music. There was dancing in the evening and a live performance, called the zarzuela.
            It was during one of these barrio fiestas  when I saw and heard President Diosdado Macapagal speak on a stage.
            President Diosdado Macapagal was a poor boy who was born in Pampanga.
            My father used to tell me how his father used to come to my grandfather to ask for some eggs that Dadong (the president’s nickname) could bring to school.
            Cong Dadong, as he  was fondly addressed, (Cong means big brother) narrated some of his childhood memories.
            The one that I remember was when he was receiving a ribbon of honor.  He saw his mother  hiding behind the bushes to   watch him.
            She did not want to get near the stage because she was dressed in rags.
            That was when I told myself that I will make somebody of myself just like Cong Dadong.
            Having experienced poverty, the president’s heart  was  close to the poor.  He  signed  the Land Reform Law that allowed the sharecroppers to own the land that they had been tilling for the wealthy landlord for generations.
            Just like Cong Dadong, I want to be able to help the poor.
            With God’s grace, I want to be able to build two universities in my country.  It will provide free education, food, clothing, books and lodging for the poor who want to earn college degrees.
            Right now, I am buried in debt up to my eyeballs.   
            I am seeing with my faith, not with my eyes.
            If God wants it, it will be done.
            I will build those universities and spread His words.
            Students will be required to study the Holy Bible, to attend the Mass, to pray at the beginning and ending of each class just like I was taught at Sta. Cruz Central Institute and Columban College.
            I can clearly visualize a giant statue of the Holy Family in front of the Universities.  They shall be named Lord, Sanchez, Manalansan University. LSMU for short.
            LSMU will  offer  majors in medicine, law, engineering, education, computer science, technology and vocational studies.
            I remember the Columban Sisters and  priests, such as  Sister Helen, and Father Vaughn.  They taught us that we are Christ’s not ours.  Therefore, we are here to serve humanity.
            At that time, I had no idea what they were trying to teach me.   Now, I know.
            In typing class, we had to type what seemed at that time, gazillion times, “I cried because I had no shoes, until I saw a man who had no feet.”
            I also did not understand that then, either.
            Now, I understand.
            Today, while driving to work, as usual, I was praying. I asked God to  help me carry my load.  “God, I can’t carry this load without you.   Please help me.  Help me feel your presence and hear your voice, Lord!”    
            All of a sudden I thought, “How many people have a whole  box of  Haagen Dazs chocolate covered ice cream cones in their freezer? ”
            Laughter  bursted  out of  my mouth as I realized  that I have so much that others do not have.
            It was raining. I passed by a beggar holding a brown cardboard “Help.  Homeless.”
His cardboard sign was  soaked.  The letters faded.  His  teeth chattering from the cold.
                                                                          Udis the Great, chapter 17
                                Poverty Gave Birth to My Strength
 
            When I was about twelve  years old, a fortune teller told my mother that she was not going to live to be 60 years old.
            So, my mother, agreed with a school teacher that I will live with them.
            The school teacher had some dresses made for me.
            I was so sad.  I went back home.  I told my mother that Jesus told me to return to her.
The school teacher kept all the dresses that she gave me.
            Then, my mother agreed with my cousin school teacher to take me to Manila to live with them.
            It so happened that it was said, the world will end and that everybody will die.  There were some families who went to the mountains to actually jump together so that they will all die together.
            I told  my cousin that I wanted to die with my family.  I wanted to go home.
            It so happened that her brother, whose name happened to be Jesus, dropped by.  He was a driver for a big company.
            He gave me a ride back home to my parents.
            My mother sent my brother, E to live with my Aunt N in Olongapo.  He helped take care of their piggery.
            Then, my sister T went to Olongapo to be a sales girl in a department store.  She apprenticed at my cousin’s meat store.  Eventually, she had her own meat store.
            She sent my mother about 5 pesos a month so that I can attend Sta. Cruz Central Institute and finish high school.
            Before I attended high school, I never had any shoes.  I saw G, the store owners’ daughter, wearing rubber thongs at  her feet.
            I was so impressed.
            I made up my mind that I will buy me some rubber thongs for me too.
            That was when I started planting rice in the ricefield.
            My mother told me not to go.  I went anyway.  I wanted to have those rubber thongs.
            I was too young to be planting rice.  I did  not know what I was doing.
            I told myself, “How hard can it be to plant a rice seed on mud?”
            At dawn, there were about twenty of us sitting on the ground waiting to be chosen to plant rice.
            There were no jobs.  People were hungry. It was a privilege to plant rice in the ricefield because you will earn 15 cents for planting rice the whole day.
            It so happened that we were related to the overseer. She chose me to plant rice.
            O, a girl about my age was planting rice next to me.  Since we were not allowed to eat our lunch until we finished our assigned area to plant, she was unhappy.
            “Are you planting th
e rice on your feet?” she asked me.
            I did not answer.  I just kept on planting at my own speed.
            During that time, planting rice was accompanied by a man who played his guitar. So the rice planters were suppose to plant as fast as the beat of his music.
            Naturally, I was behind the beat.
            However, I was able to  earn the money I needed to buy the thongs that I wanted
            That  was  the beginning of  the development of my “Yes, I can” attitude.
            One day, I did not eat breakfast.  I went to plant rice.  My mother  told me not to go.  I went anyway.
            I did  not have lunch either. The sun was sinking by the time we were allowed to go home.
            I passed by a group of about twenty people who were looking up intently at a radio that was sitting inside a wooden Coca Cola Case which was hammered on top of the  acacia tree.
            The Americans gave us the radio.  Only one person, Apung Angkong (Apo means grandpa, a sign of respect to an old man you are really not related to by blood).
            His son died with the Americans fighting the Japanese during World War 11.
            So, he was receiving a pension from the Americans.
            Apong Angkong, just like the rest of the people, especially the elderly, was very kind.
            He liked to raise his rooster that he took to  cockfights on weekened.  If he won, he bought some neckbones.  His daughter, S. cooked  soup and rang  a bell when the soup  was ready.
            All the children in the neighborhood, went to their house with a cup.  They filled our cups with soup which we then shared with our family.
            Since all families  were big, we only had enough to wet our rice with the soup.  But we always looked forward to the ringing of that bell.  We were very happy.  We cracked jokes as we ate.
            If Apung Akong did not win, his daughter cooked the rooster that got killed on the cockfight.  Just the same, when the chicken was cooked, the bell was rang.  We marched to Apung Angkung’s house to get our soup.
            During December, the temperature was about 70 degrees.That was too cold for us. Apung Angkung and the rest of the elderly gathered some hay.  They burned it in the middle of the street. 
            There were  no cars. It was a dirt road.  Once in a while a caretela, or horsedrawn cart might pass by, but we shared the road.
            The burning hay warmed us. We sat on the ground barefooted.
            Then, a man riding on a bicycle came  along ringing his bell.  He was selling pan de sal, that were freshly baked from Sta. Cruz, a town nearby.  Those with money bought some pan de sal and shared it with those without money.
            Sharing and taking care of each other  wa  how we survived because we were all poorer than dirt.
            Our neighbor A and his two sons worked for a haciendero to cut sugarcanes.  We all  waited for them to return home at night because they brought us  some sugarcanes.
            My father planted pandan all around our yard, because it was used as a medicine for broken bones.  Anyone who needed  it  took  some for free.
            There were no doctors.  When a woman gave  birth, they called a “hilot” who delivered the baby for free. Anyone with a fever can get our  pineapple leaves which  they boiled.  They drank it and worked like an aspirin.  Anyone who needed  an antibiotic for a wound, took our guava and mango leaves.  They boiled them and used them to clean their wound.
            That was the life that taught me strength and compassion.
           
                                                   Udis the Great, Chapter 18
You, Who Mocked my Poverty!  kiss the Ground that I walked On! 
 
                                               Autobiography of Dr. Udis Lord, Ph.D.
            Here in America, everytime I go grocery shopping with the Americans, I go to this huge grocery store.  Then, I pay with my debit card.
            Oftentimes, I feel like weeping because I did not have to sell charcoal, banana leaves and fruit my mother and I had to lay on the ground on the heat of the day the whole day before we could buy any food.
            In the summer, the sun was a ball of fire that almost made my little girl’s face sizzle from being fried from the heat.
            During the monsoon, it rained day and night for about six months.  We had to try to sell our charcoal, banana leaves and fruit while getting soaked in the rain.
            Of course, we had to sell them to whoever offers any tiny amount just so we can buy some noodles, cabbage and a few little shrimp that my mother cooked for our family of 8 children to have a feast as if we were the Rockefellers dripping in gold.
            We were very happy.  We joked around as we ate.
            I believe that my mother is looking down at me feeling very happy at what I had accomplished.
            I would not have been here without her and the Lord.
            The past continues to follow me, like a shadow that trails my every step.
            When I was going to high school at Sta. Cruz Central Institute, I had to walk for two hours in the morning and two hours to return home in the evening.
            The classes started at about 7:30 AM  until about 5:30 PM.
            The walk was long, but it was normal.  So, I did not feel any pain or loneliness because that was the way it was.
            I was one  of the fortunate ones who was able to attend high school.  Most of the youth my age, were sent to work as servants to other peoples’ houses.  Then, when they had children, their children worked as servants too.
            It was my Ating Tess who started the cycle to help stop our poverty.
            When she was young, she walked about 30 miles alone in the ricefield to go to y Uncle Eloy Baluyut’s house in Santiago to ask for a job.
            My Uncle was an officer in the military and was  a political leader for the late President Diosdado Macapagal.
            President Diosdado Macapagal came from the same Capampangan Tribe that we are.  He was a dirt poor Capampangan boy who became the President of the Philippines.
            When he won the Philippine Presidency, he appointed my Uncle Eloy Baluyut as the Commissioner of the Philippine Agricultural Extension.
            My Uncle Eloy Baluyut  sent for my sister Tess to follow him in Quezon City, where his office was.  He gave her a job.
            As a result, my Ating Tess, who was a meat vendor in Olongapo, left her meat stall.
            That was when my mother went to Olongapo and asked my cousin Doding to teach her how to sell meat from the meat stall that my sister Tess used to have.
            In exchange, my mother washed their clothes with her bare hands, cooked for them and baby sat their children.
            A Chinese Businessman named Tonga used to sell the meat vendor a half or  a whole pig to sell in the market place.
            At noon, the meat vendor paid him for the pigs.  Whatever was not sold was stored in a cooler that would be sold the next day.
            Since the  meat is no longer fresh, it had to be sold cheaper the following day.
            Tagalog was the language in Olongapo.  My mother spoke Capampangan.  She understood some Tagalog, but she did not speak the language fluently.
            She also could not see the numbers on the metal manual scale that she  had to use to weigh the meat being sold.
            So, my cousin, chopped a pig’s head and told me to sell it.  I  sold the whole pig and earned seventeen pesos for just working in the market for half of the day.
            I was so happy.  I spent my money to buy a flashlight for my father and rode the first bus to get me home to my father.
            My father had a few turkeys and chickens that he tended at night.  I often heard him bumping his head on trees because it was so dark.  There was no electricity.  Oftentimes, we could not afford the kerosene to put in the lamp to light our way.
            It was during that time that I was going to high school. 
            My lunch was boiled rice wrapped in banana leaves, that was sprinkled with salt.  I ate alone in the corner of the room, afraid that other students will see what I was eating.
            Then, I walked to a nearby water pump to drink.
            The rest of the students were sitting on the stalls on the store in front of the school.  They were drinking cold  Coca Cola that was so cold and dripping with frozen ice.
            I can still see and smell the yellow cakes that they were eating. They had some butter that melted from the heat of the sun.
            I wished I had some.  I did not have any.
            The books we had to use  had to be bought by our parents.  I did not have books. So, I figured out a way to have books.
            I did the homework for my classmates so that I can take home and read their books.  Others, I wrote love letters for the boys and girls that they were flirting with so that they will let me use their books.
            I was so hungry for books to read.  Oftentimes when I passed by a trash can and find some discarded newspapers, I picked them up, spread them on the ground and read them.
            I wanted so much to be fluent in speaking English, so that whenever I passed by a radio that spoke in English, I stopped and listened as long as I could.
            We did not have a radio.  We could not afford it.
            My desire to be able to speak fluent English was a result of  my seeing a J.C. Penny Catalogue that one of my classmates’ Uncle who joined the U.S. Navy sent her.
            As soon as I saw those handsome Americans wearing shoes, that I never could afford because I walked around barefooted until I attended high school.
            In high school, I had to wear shoes as part of our school uniform.  So my mother went to our distant relatives to  ask  for  their old shoes.
            Then she went to the Salvage Store to get my white blouse.  All she had to buy then, were the blue skirts, and the blue necktie where the letters SCCI were embroidered in white.
            SCCI means Sta. Cruz Central Institute.  This is a Catholic high school that was founded by Father Balthazar.
            Anyway, it was the J.C. Penny Catalogue that gave birth for my desire to go to America.
            That was how I graduated as the first honorable mention in the whole school. I had the third highest grades among the graduates.
            I wore hand me down shoes that my mother begged from distant relatives.  Oftentimes they  were so big that I had to stuff them with newspapers.
            There were times when I arrived to school after walking for two hours.  I sat at the back of the room hoping that no one would notice me.
            My classmate, Eduardo a mischievous boy gave me a name “Kutit,” which means dark skinned, skinny, stinky, little girl nobody wants.
            As soon as Eduardo  saw me arrive, he stood up and yelled, “Kutit is here.” 
            Then everybody stared at me and laughed.  I can hear their laughter.  They thought it was very funny, but it hurt me so deeply that I swore, when I grew up I would make somebody of myself.
            “Fools, you will kiss the ground that I walked on when I  grow up!” I promised to myself.
            Oftentimes, as I ate my boiled rice lunch by myself, I mentally sing the song, “One day, I’ll go around the world.  One day, I’m going to sing.  And I’ll find a land that’s unexplored.  They’ll name it, after me.  I’ll prove there’s nothing that I couldn’t, nothing that I couldn’t do. And you’ll say, I’m someone to be proud of, someone your’re glad you knew.  I’ll prove there’s nothing that I couldn’t, nothing that I couldn’t do.”
            Then the  time came when the school had to vote for the Muse, a title given to the most beautiful girl in the school.
            Eduardo told everybody to vote for me as a joke.  They did.  I was elected as the muse.  So, everytime  I walked out on the halls, they pointed at me saying “Muse! Muse!” while they were rolling on the ground, holding their stomach to contain their laughter.
            I was deeply hurt.
            The more I swore to myself that I will make somebody out of myself. Then, they will need me.  I won’t  help them.
            Ironically, after I graduated with a Ph.D. from St. Louis University in America, the Asian Promotion of America in Chicago called me to crown me  Ms. Asia International  Beauty of North  America, as I served as a good role model for immigrants who overcame adversities and succeeded.  It was  based on accomplishment, physical services, talents in the arts and physical fitness.
            Some of the other honor recipients were medical doctors who donated their time and money to cure the poor in the third world countries.
            I was also awarded the Most Inspirational Contribution Plaque at the U.S. Army Human Resource Command during the Asian Pacific Celebration Month.
            When I learned how to sell pork at the public market in Olongapo, the yellow, soft cakes that I could not afford when I was in high school were still fresh in my mind.  
            So I bought twelve of them  and ate them all every day  as I passed by the Japanese Bakery in Olongapo on my way to catch the Jeepney to attend Columban College.
            Because I already had a little meat store at the public market which I tended seven days a week, I was able to earn my own money and be able to afford the yellow, sweet, buttery cakes that I was dying to have as I watched the other students eat their cakes and drink their ice cold Coca Cola at the store in front of Sta. Cruz Central Institute, the high school that I attended.
            Everyday, after selling my pork at the public market, I walked to the Philippine National Bank to deposit my earnings for the day.
            About three years later, I was able to save one thousand pesos to pay my father’s debt to his sister who took the land and all the harvest, knowing that was our only source of food.
            That was when my mother started planting rice in the ricefield to earn fifteen cents a day.  She also climbed hundred  years old mango and santol trees to gather their fruits, cut some limbs with her bolo  she stashed on her waist, climbed barefooted, bare hands without any  strap to catch her in case she fell.
            She burned the trees she cut and turned them into charcoal.  She gathered some banana leaves.  She sold these in the  open market in Sta. Cruz.  She sat on her ham on the ground waiting for buyers.
            My mother is the Queen of Pyramids to me!
            She was physically and mentally stronger than all the pyramids put together.
            After I paid my father’s debt, she wrote on a second grade piece of paper, using a pencil, that all his land and the  harvest  is mine, until my brothers and sisters can pay me the money that I used to pay his debt.
            “I did it for you, father,” I  said.  I tore the piece of paper.
            Today, of course, I have titled the inheritance of my brothers and sisters in their names, and built  their concrete houses with indoor toilets that very, few  houses have in San Pablo.
            They all live together in their inherited land from my father.  Their houses appear as though they live in a modern subdivision.
            I saved all my earnings to pay my father’s debt so that he can be a landowner again.
            I also saved all my earnings to make sure that I did not run out of money to finish my college degree.
            I accomplished both.
            I owned one pair of shoes that I wore with my college uniform.  When my father visited me at my Aunt Nonelon’ house where I lived while in college, he always made sure that he shined my shoes. 
            My mother used to pick up my dirty clothes. She handwashed, starched and ironed them in San Pablo.  Then, she dropped them to me at my Aunt Nonelon’s house where I stayed while attending Columban College.
            While in college, I had a friend, Antonio Moya,  who advised me to have as many extracurricular activities as possible that I can put in my resume so that when I look for a job, I will get the  job.
            So I was a contributing editor for the college newspaper, the winner  of an impromptu speech contest, member of the Student Catholic Action and participated in the theater arts where I acted on the stage.
            I played Anita in West Side Story, I played the lead role in New Yorker in Tondo.
            At that time, I did not think those were important.  I should have told my parents so that they could have watched me.  They would have been so proud of me, singing, dancing and acting on the stage.
            I did not even tell them when I graduated.  They did not see me graduate.
            I was the first one to have a college degree in  my family.  My sister Tess had my diploma laminated  in wood.
            Since high school was not free at that time, very, very few people were able to attend high school.
            I had a college degree.
            I used to make fun of my classmates who were studying to become school teacher.  I told them that they would be poor forever.    I wanted to be either a medical doctor or a lawyer.
            However, one of my college professor was a high school principal.  One of her teachers had a miscarriage.
            She asked me to take her place for a few days until they find a replacement.
            She asked me to train a student who participated in a speech contest.  She won first prize.  The principal asked me to finish the school year.
            When that school year was over, the U.S. Department of Defense needed an Education Specialist to help the Education  Officer in providing educational services for the Seventh Fleet who were fighting the Vietnam War.
            I was hired.
            That was where I met the man I later on married.
            I was nineteen years old when I graduated from college. I was finishing my Master of Science in Clinical Psychology at the University of Sto. Tomas when my American husband had to return to the U.S.
            I felt like Cinderella with her prince charming when I got married.  Little did I know the challenges ahead of me when I arrived in the U.S.
            When I arrived in the U.S., I tried to continue my education.  UMSL refused to admit me. The Dean told me that my Graduate Record Exam was low.
            That exam should not have been used as a basis for my admission because it was standardized on American Students. I am not an American Student.  Therefore, GRE is culturally biased.
            My grades from the Philippines were mostly 1’s, which stands for A’s in the U.S.  Looking back at it, now I realized that the Dean thought that my grades were very low, because in the U.S. A is a 4.
            The Dean did not tell me.  I could have explained it to him.
            It was not until I was able to persuade the Dean to admit me as an unclassified student that I was allowed to attend classes.
            “Yes, I can succeed in your college.  Give  me a chance to prove it by allowing  me to take 3 classes as an unclassified student.  If I pass, let me in your Master’s Degree Program.”
            The Dean agreed.
            After I graduated from my Masters  Degree, it took me five years of applying every semester before I was accepted at St. Louis University.
            I kept taking classes at the University of Missouri as an unclassified student while I was waiting to  be accepted  in the Doctoral progarm.
            By the time I got accepted, I have completed most of the research classes at UMSL which St. Louis University accepted.
            Many of the students who were accepted ahead of me never graduated. I worked full steam and graduated with a Ph.D. from one of the best university in the world,  St. Louis Universtiy. 
            I am a SLU Grad, proudly I yell to the world with joy!!!!!!!!!!
            I crown myself “Udis the Great, the Conqueror.”  Yes, Ican.
            Yes, I am Udis the Great!!!!!!!!!!!
            Now, Eduardo, and all of  you who mocked my poverty.  Go, Kiss the ground that I walked on.
            Allelujah! Praise you Lord.
            I am Udis the Great, the Beauty  Queen, the Conqueror.
            Allelujah! Allelujah!
            Amen.
           
                                                                                      Udis the Great, Chapter 19
                                                  Autobiography of  Dr. Udis Lord, Ph.D.
                                                                                        
                                                                                                 The Inheritance
                                                         © Dr. Udis Lord, Ph.D.
            I believe that my love for my parents, brothers, sisters, my children, and my grandchildren  is one of the reasons that I am blessed with a good life.
            Oftentimes, I deprive myself of a lot of things to be able to make their lives comfortable, safe and prosperous even when I cannot even afford it.
            I buy my clothes at Goodwill and wear the same shoes for years so that I can save my money to give it to them.
            It has been my long life dream to be able to give ATM debit cards for my  old brothers and sisters.
            I want them to know what it feels like to have some money. 
            They had been raised in poverty.  They are very old.  Some of them cannot even read and write.  Therefore, even  if I give them a debit card, they do not even know how to use it.
            What I ended up doing is sending some money my sister who can read.  She then divide the money equally among them.
            Most of them have high blood pressure.  They are getting weak.
            I want to be able to give them some money so that they can experience the thought of knowing that they have some money they can count on coming so that they can buy some food.
            Oftentimes, I feel like I want to tell them that I cannot afford it because I am behind paying my bills.  But I know how much happiness the little money I am able to send them give to them. 
            I cannot disappoint them because they are expecting it.
            So, I pray and pray that somehow, I can send them some money and still be able to pay my bills.
            I know that my parents who are now in heaven watching us are very happy that I take care of my family.  My father and mother would have done the same thing for us.
            On weekends, after working hard all week, I spend my weekend grocery shopping and cooking the food for my son, who lives in a townhome  near the University  he attends,  will need for the whole week.
            While I am thinking about what to do to help my brothers, sisters and my children, I cannot help thinking about what my uncle did to his own family.
            I should not have been poor, a fieldhand who planted rice all day for fifteen cents a day.  My mother was the descendant of a landowner who left her a lot land.
            But during the Spanish era that the Philippines was colonized by the  Spaniards,  the Filipinos were unable to go to school.
            Very few schools were built and only  direct descendants of the Spaniards were able to go to school.
            Some Filipinos, like our national hero, Jose Rizal, had to go to Europe to be able to get a college education.
            However, college education was not encouraged by the Spanish conquerors because they cannot forever conquer educated people, because education opens peoples’ eyes and are  therefore able to figure out a way to free themselves from their conquerors.
            Anyway, my mother had about a second grade education.  Her youngest brother, who was the most educated among the three descendants of my Grandfather  took all of my grandfather’s land when he died in 1936.
            I was told that my grandfather owned a lot of carabaos too, which his youngest son also took without giving a penny to his oldest brother, who I believe cannot read and write, and his sister, my mother.
            My mother’s oldest brother, A. who was unable to get his inheritance worked as a fieldhand in my my mother’s cousin’s plantation. 
            My mother, too, and her children, us, suffered such destitute poverty when my grandfather left about 40 acres of land, and about sixteen carabaos, which at that time was worth   a lot of money, considering that  most Filipinos at that time owned no land, nor carabaos because  the Spaniards and their descendants owned almost everything.
            The land that my grandfather left, of which my mother was one of the three legal heirs was full of mangoes, trees, sand, and other natural resources.
            My Uncle J., the youngest brother, who took all the land believed that there was gold in that land.
            When my nephew visited the land, he told my nephew, who was then in the Military that there are a lot of huks, (communist) there so that my nephew should leave right away because if they found him, they will kill him.
            My nephew told me that when he visited that land, my uncle was digging, apparently looking for the gold that he thought was burried in my grandfather’s land.
            My Uncle J harvested all the mangoes.  They hauled them in carts, while my mother and eight of her children were starving.
            He sold lumber, sand and “bulo.”  Bulos are used for building houses.
            I never saw my mother cry except one time.
            She came home from Apung A’s sari sari store trying to buy five centavos worth of soy sauce on credit.
            Apung A was bragging to everyone that her daughter was marrying a “Sanchez.”
            “I am a Sanchez,” my mother told Apung A.
            “Yes, but this Sanchez owned land,” Apung A. replied.
            Insulted, my mother came home.
            “Why are you crying, mother?” I asked her.
            She told me what happened. Between sobs she said, “I own more land than anyone else in this barrio.”
            At that time, I did not  understand what she meant. I have never seen the land that my grandfather left  which my mother should have been a legal heir.
            Now, I understand.  My mother should have been a millionaire because my grandfather left her a lot of land, which her youngest brother took.
            My mother did not go to school. She  had no money.  She could not fight for her right to get her inheritance.
            This memory haunts me.  Perhaps  by writing it, I will free myself of the pain I feel for my mother that I love so dearly.
            I love  my parents so much  and yet I left them to go to America to search for a better life so that I can help them.
            My mother did  not live long enough to see me become a doctor in America, be crowned Ms. Asia International Beauty of North America by the Asian Promotion of North America in Chicago, and win the landmark case Lord vs. Pontigon in the Missouri Courts of Appeal Eastern Division.
            She was about 90 years old when she died, my father about 100  years old when he died.   Although both of them never saw doctors to be healthy, they lived a very healthy life and lived that long.
            My education in America was a struggle, but I never gave up.
            When I was studying for my masters degree at the University of Missouri, I went to teach during the day.  Afterwards, I picked up my son, who was then about three years old,  from the daycare.
            I went straight to the University of Missouri with my son.  I brought him some coloring books which he quietly colored while he sat right next to me while I attended my classes.
            At that time there were no daycares in educational institution.
            When  I was attending St. Louis University for my Doctor of Philosophy, the university used to drop me from registration for nonpayment of tuition.  I kept attending anyway.  The professors, being Catholics, did not stop me.
            So, when I finally got the money, I paid the tuition as much as  I could.  Then, I got my grades for the classes when I finished the coursework.
            Anyway, my mother became senile.  The only person she recognized was my father, whom she called, “Tatang,” meaning “father.”
            After my father passed away, my mother passed away about four weeks later.
            They passed away around 1987.  I have never seen their graves.  I had to stay in America to finish my doctorate and raise my children alone as a single mother.
            I was going through so much trying to raise my children on  a school teacher’s salary.  My mortgage kept increasing.
            My child support stopped. I went to court to try to get it, but my ex-husband, who hired a lawyer, which I could not afford was able to persuade the judge to allow my ex-husband to stop paying child support.
            My  last words in court were,” The Lord knows the injustice that occurred in this court today. All of you who took part into it, shall answer to the Lord.”
            Then, I turned around and left.
            Somehow, with the Lord’s help, I was able to raise my children to adulthood and stop the foreclosure of  my house.
            The most powerful person in the world, President Barack Obama signed the Loan Modification Law that helped me stop the foreclosure of my house.
            Trying to save my house, I pawned and lost all my jewelry. 
            Before my mother passed away, while she was senile, I dreamed that she was stuck on the edge of a river, inside a small, crowded, yellow Volkswagen.
            She was scared.  I saw the fear in her eyes looking through the front windshield.  She was looking for me waiting to save her.  I never came.
            Then, I dreamed of an old man, with white silver hair.  His face was covered with a  saran plastic wrap.  He was suffocating. He was trying to breath.  Then, I woke up.
            That was probably my grandfather, trying to tell me to  stop the foreclosure of his land, knowing that of  all his descendants, I was the only one who can do it.
            One day, while I was in a hurry to go to work, I glanced at myself on the  mirror. I looked  like my mother. “I wonder what happened to the land inheritance of my mother,” I thought.
            I called my sister in the Philippines and we found out what happened.
            The bank has drawn the foreclosure papers on my grandpas’ land.
            When my other became senile, she was kidnapped by her own brother and forced her to sign a deed of sale on her inherited land.
            They used the title to borrow approximately 5 million from the bank.
            They transferred the title of my grandfather’s land from his name to their name without deeding it in  my grandfather’s children first.
            How can they inherit my grandfather’s  land and mortgage it when they  are not the heirs.
            Since my brothers, sisters, and cousins were all poor and mostly uneducated, they thought that no one will be able to investigate this.
            My nephew who saw what happened told me that they dragged  my mother and threw her in the backseat of their car.
            She was scared staring at the windshield, waiting for someone to save her.  Nobody came.
            I was told that they told my mother that they were taking her to the bank because I was waiting for her at the bank to give her some money.
            Now, I understand.
            That was what I dreamed about my mother being stranded alone, scared inside a yellow Volkswagen car that sat at the edge of the river.
            When my cousins, Uncle P’s children told L, my uncle’s daughter who is a part of this fraud, that they are heir to that land too.
            “What are you going to do about it?  You have no money! You’re illiterate!”
            That was L, my uncle’s daughter who was a part of  my mother’s kidnapping coldly told them.
            Although I was struggling as a single mom at that time, I found a way to finance the lawsuit to defend my mother’s inheritance.
            I wrote about it in my book, From Fieldhand to Ph.D., Ms. Asia International:  Motivation for Success and Happiness.
            My cousin L, who lived in Canada sued me for defamation and won.
            They forwarded the decision in the U.S. They seized my bank account.
            The Lord prepared me for this!
            When some mortgage companies tried to foreclose my house, a Kapampangan member of the Amanung Sisuan, told me that I can file a lawsuit “pro-se” without a lawyer.
            That was the first time, I heard that.
            I researched how to file a lawsuit and was able to save my house.
            Then, I applied to Taft University Law School in California.  This is an online university.  I completed the second year towards my Juris Doctor of Law.
            So, by the time I filed the appeal to the Missouri Courts of Appeal I had already been prepared.
            I won!
            The Lord vs. Pontigon became a landmark case.  It is the first time that an American Writer was protected by President Obama’s SPEECH ACT to stop  libel tourism.  This   protects  foreigners from suing American Writers in violation of the  Freedom of Speech which is “sacred” in the U.S. Constitution.
            So, the people who tried to destroy me, actually immortalized my name.  The case is actually being studied in many law schools.
            We won our lawsuit to recover our inherited land in the Philippines.  However, the defendants appealed.
            I am very sad because my mother, brother, sister, and my cousin, the daughter of Uncle P., who is also an heir to the land had passed away.
            The defendants are dragging the appeal. 
            How many more of the legal heirs will pass away before I  am actually able to give their inheritance to them?
            Lord! I pray! Please make it soon, and give me the strength and resources to title their inheritance in their names.
            Now, as write this, trying to figure out how to send some money to my brothers and sisters in the Philippines when I am so behind my bills, I cannot understand, how my Uncle was able to take the inheritance of  his own brother and sister who died impoverished when my grandparents left  a lot of land for them.
                                                         Udis the Great Chapter 20
                                    Autobiography of Dr. Udis Sanchez Manalansan-Lord, Ph.D
                                    © Dr. Udis Sanchez Manalansan-Lord, Ph.D.
                                                            The Call
            There is a call that nothing can silence. A drum. A beat.  It calls.  My heart, my mind, my spirit listens.  It is a force, a gravity.
            It calls my name!  My heart responds.  Nothing can stop it
            It is a call for me to open two universities in my inherited land from the Manalansan and the Sanchez, my ancestors.
            Why the call?
            Is it because of the memory of my mother, who because she was uneducated, her own blood took her land inheritance, then dying without enjoying what my grandfather intended for her to have?
            Is it the fresh memories of my poverty and struggle to get an education, with the help of mother the Queen of Pyramid of Strength, my Aunt Nonelon , who allowed  me to live in her house while I was struggling to get my college education?
            Is it the Aeta, Filipino aborigine, I saw at the Olongapo Public Market where I used to be a meat vendor?
            I saw him alone, very dark skin. Very short.  He was wearing a  G-string.  He did not speak the language of the people.
            He was an outsider. A Nomadic outsider who had to hunt for his food in the woods.
            Many of them live in my Grandpa’s land.   That was my mother’s inheritance she never enjoyed.
            Watching him from a distance, I thought, “Someday, I will help you and your people.”
            I had no idea how I intended to help the  Aeta. I was wearing rags myself, a lowly meat vendor, dirt poor, struggling to get my college education.
            What do I care about him and the rest of his people?  I do not even know them.
            I do know that once when my mother went to the land of my Grandpa, one of the Aeta woman went with her to our house.
            Her foot was burned and stuck turned upside, glued and melted on the rest of her ankle bone.
            I was  told that her husband got mad at her and threw her on a bonfire.
            I was so sad for her.  I was probably in the fourth grade at that time.
            Why do I care?  I do not even know her.  But I do care very much.
            Is it the call?
            Is the call because most of my brothers and sisters were unable to get a college education?  Is the call because I want all the descendants of my ancestors to get a college degree?
            But I want the universities to incubate the poor.  The students will live in a dorm, fed, clothed, provided with books and free tuition.
            “Give me your poor, your tired and your hungry.  I will give them a college degree.”
            That is the call.
            Who am I to have to listen to the call?
            So why do I keep hearing it?  Is it because I see my people in America doing lowly work?
            Why can’t they all be doctors and nurses?
            Why do I hear the call?
            Is it because my peoples’ youth are sent to work as maids instead of getting a college education?
            Is it because I see so much potential wasted?
            Oh if only they have the opportunity to get a college degree to become doctors, nurses, lawyers, teachers, scientists, military officers, they would contribute so much to the Philippine economy.
            Then, my people will be poor no more.
            Then my motherland will not be a third world anymore.
            When I question the call, I wonder if I was given the last name Lord because I will be called and listen to the call of the Lord?
            Is the Lord the one calling me to fulfill this mission?
            But who am I to want to build two universities?
            How?
            I can’t even pay my bills?
            But didn’t I read in the Holy Bible when the Lord asked a shepherd to kill the tribes who were sacrificing their children to their idols by making them walk on fire, the shepherd said, “Lord, I am a shepherd.  I don’t know how to fight.  You want me to destroy several tribes who are fighters?”
            “My spirit will be with you. You will succeed.”
            Could this call be the seed planted by the nuns  and priests  who educated me in Sta. Cruz Central Institute and Columban College?”
            In those schools, I was taught that I am here to serve humanity.  I am Christ’s not mine.
            In those schools we stood up and prayed when the teacher entered.  We stood up and prayed when the teacher left.
            We had eight teachers.  We stood up and prayed sixteen times a day.  We went to church for the Wednesday Novena. We went to  church for the Holy Mass on Sundays. 
            At  Sta. Cruz Central Institute, where I went to high school, they checked the attendance underneath the acacia tree before the mass.
            I never saw or heard any student disrespect anyone  in those schools.
            I never saw a fight in those schools.
            We were taught, humility, service, prayers, and to respect our body because it is the temple of God.
            We did not tattoo our skin. 
            Could this be the call my parents taught me? 
            My parents were kind, humble, loving, giving.They did not raise their voice. They did not use physical or mental punishment.  They did not argue. They did  not fight.
            They patiently explained why whether I think someone is watching or  not, I should do the right thing, because God is watching.
            My teachers told me that God is Omniscient.  That means, He knows everything.
Could the call be therefore, knowingly planned by the Lord for me to do?
Why Me?  Why not?
If the Lord called  me to fulfill this.
I must answer, “Yes, Lord.  Here I am.”
                                                                                                           
           
           
                                        Udis the Great, Chapter 21
                                               
                                           Seed  of Excellence
                        Autobiography of Dr. Udis Sanchez Manalansan-Lord, Ph.D.
                                 © Dr. Udis  Sanchez Manalansan-Lord
            I have this very strong drive to excel in everything that I do.
            When I was doing my projects in my Juris Doctor of Law studies, I would write and rewrite my project. When I  get the A  grade on my paper, it drives me to  try to excel even more.
            Nothing is more satisfying to me than excelling in what I do.
            Other  people get excited watching baseball players.  To me, I feel like, yes, they are great, but I am not the one who accomplished that greatness.
            Now, watching martial artists exhibitions give me a thrill. The beauty, grace and exactness of each move, is rhythmical excellence beyond compare.
            That, to me is exciting.
            I also have this very competitive drive. 
            I remember, when I was working out at  what used to be Vic Tanny.  It had a tennis court.  I used to watch ladies play tennis. They would not give me a time of day.  None of them would like to play tennis with me.
            So, I took some private tennis lessons. 
            After they watched me take some private tennis lessons, they figured, I was not so bad after all.
            We started playing tennis everyday.
            There were times when I played tennis for four hours straight. Then, I came home and ate a whole chicken, bones piled up in front of me.
            There are times when I challenge my endurance to see how far I can go.
            When I was young, I watched a red ant bite my hand to see how much pain I can bear.
            Then, I asked the ant, “Is that all you can do?”
            There was a time when I started drinking wine with my dinner. I began to like it so much.  I noticed I was drinking a bottle of wine with my dinner every night.
            Then, one Christmas, I was driving around looking for a liquor store to buy some wine.  They were closed.
            “Gosh, I better stop drinking wine. If I am driving around looking for a liquor store on Christmas. I am enslaved by this alcohol.  I must challenge it to a duel.”
            The next day, when the liquor stores opened, I bought 6 bottles of wine.
            I put them in front of me on my dining table.
            “Come, drink me,” they called.
            I said, “No, you are the devil’s blood. I am with the Lord. I will defeat you.”
            For six days, the wine kept calling me.  “Just a little sip,” the wine called.
            “I will not be enslaved to you.  I am with the Lord,.  You are the devil’s blood.  I will not touch you.  I will conquer you,”  I replied.
            After six days, the wine lost its power over me.
            I have  not touch wine since then.
            That was about ten years ago.
            Today, I will not touch alcohol.  I know its alluring power. It enslaves you before you are aware of it.
            If you do not have enough strength to challenge its power, you will be the slave of the spirit of alcohol. It will destroy you.
            I built this strength because I challenge myself to excel in everything that I do.  I do not settle for mediocrity.  I do not waste time. I do  not abuse my mind or body..
            I have goals.  I stick to those goals.
            I let no pain or suffering distract me.
            If I fail in achieving those goals, I wipe the blood off my knees and my bloody forehead, but I remain unbowed.  That is because I have a very strong drive to excel in everything that I do.
            That is the seed  that blossomed into Dr. Lord that I am today.
                                    Udis the Great, Chapter 22
                                     Fear Not, I Will Help You
                        Autobiography of Dr. Udis Sanchez Manalansan-Lord, Ph.D.
                                        ©  Dr. Udis Sanchez Manalansan-Lord, Ph.D.
           
             My house should have been paid off now. But so many things beyond our control happen in our lives.
             We were living in our house in B. When the airport expanded, using Right of Public Domain,  they bought our house and destroyed our beautiful brand new subdivision.
            A friend of mine introduced a mortgage broker.  I paid him $7,000.00 to get me a fixed mortgage at 7.6% interest.
            After our belongings was loaded to the movers, we were unable to  get the mortgage that he promised for the purchase of our new house.
            The movers  charged us an extra $3,000.00 for not being able to unload our belongings as scheduled.
            At closing time, the mortgage rate was at 9.857% adjustable rate.  I had to sign the contract because I have paid all the sales of my previous house as down payment for this new house that I was trying to buy.
            As if it was orchestrated, right after we close at the 9.857 % adjustable rate, another mortgage company called me and told me that I was approved for a 7.6% fixed interest to pay for my mortgage.
            I had to make a choice.  Do I cancel this mortgage of which I am already approve and get this new offer?
            What if I cancel this one that I already signed then when I signed the other mortgage that this broker claims is at 7.56% fixed interest, it really does not exist or it is at an even higher interest rate?
            I decided to play it safe.  I just kept the mortgage that I already had even if the rate was higher than  was promised.
            “At least now I can unload my belongings from the truck movers before they charge me another $3,000.00,” I thought.
            A year later, the mortgage payment increased so high that I had to start pawning my jewelry a few at a time to keep up the payments.
            I lost all my jewelry to the pawnshop.
            I was told when we signed the contract for the mortgage that the taxes were included on the monthly payments.
            A year later, IRS told me that I owed $5,000.00 on the unpaid taxes. 
            I had no money.
            My ex-husband stopped paying child support.
            My child who used to play the violin for the St. Louis Symphony lost her violin.  I was unable to make the installment payment.
            She and her brother had to stop their piano, violin, voice, saxophone, and  martial arts lessons.
            My daughter started running away from home.  She was so upset about the move, losing her violin, her lessons, the divorce, etc.
            Many times, I woke up in the middle of the night to check on my daughter.  She was not in her room.
            Afraid, I called the police several times. 
            Many times I had to go to work the next day without getting enough sleep.
            I had these ugly fear that she was tied in somebody’s basement, drugs being forcefully shove inside her mouth.
            No words can describe the fear that I felt.
            I prayed.
            Eventually, for her protection, she was sent to the Missouri Youth Services for a few months.
            When she returned, she was grateful to be home.  She did not run away anymore.
            Unable to pay my taxes and mortgage on time, foreclosure papers were drawn.
            My house was going to be foreclosed that Wednesday.
            That Monday, I called my friend, Dr. H. my classmate from St. Louis University, and told her that my house is getting foreclosed.
            She told me to call M B. from Pulaski Bank and refinance my house.
            I called M.B. that day and met him after work.
            She refinanced my house and was able to stop the foreclosure. I felt like kissing his feet out of gratitude.
            That was the Lord who helped me.
            A few years later, because I was not getting  my child support, I got behind my mortgage payment again.
            Pulaski  Bank sold my mortgage to another bank.
            This bank who purchased my mortgage from Pulaski  tried to foreclose my house. I retired to get some of  my retirement money  to save my house.
            I paid this mortgage company what I was behind to get my mortgage payment on time.  I paid them an extra $11,000.00 ahead so that in case I cannot afford the mortgage, I will have time to find the money because I paid them that extra $11,000.00
            They refused to give me any receipt or statement of my payments showing how much I paid and how much I still owed.
            They sent me some foreclosure papers.
            I called President Obama.
            “My house is getting foreclosed.  Please ask the President to stop it!”
            The lady on the phone replied, “You are calling the President to stop your house foreclosure?”
            “Yes, this is the only place my children and I have.”
            I do not remember what the lady on the other line in the President’s office told me after that.
            She was just in disbelief because I called the President to stop my house foreclosure.
            I faxed and emailed letters to all the senator, congressmen, the Attorney General and told them and sent  them proof that this company that is trying to foreclose my house refused to give me statement showing the payment I have already paid them, the balance of my mortgage and the extra $11,000.00  paid them.
            I researched the company that was foreclosing my house.
            Representing myself, I filed a lawsuit against them.
            I found out that they lend money in different states, but that they have no address to receive the Service Process for my lawsuit.
            They are hiding.
            I researched how to file a lawsuit “pro-se,” meaning acting as my own lawyer.
Filing a lawsuit against this company temporarily slowed down the foreclosure of my house.
            Then, the judge dismissed my lawsuit telling me that when I have a lawyer, I can appeal his decision.
            I was so scared of losing my house.
            Then, one day while I was lifting weight at the gym, I heard a voice that said,  “Be still.  I am the Lord.”
            I was so startled.  I dropped  my weights.  I looked around me to see if anyone else heard the voice.
            I did not dare ask, though because they might think I was going crazy.
            The voice was as clear as day.
            After I filed the lawsuit and wrote all the powerful people about this mortgage company that was foreclosing my house, the mortgage company closed.
            I do not know if the government shut it down, or it they voluntarily closed.
            They sold my mortgage to another company.
            After my mortgage was transferred to this company President Obama’s help came.
            President Obama helped me save my house by signing the Loan Modification Program that lowered my house payment and stopped the foreclosure.
            The Lord sent me the most powerful person, President Obama,  to stop my house foreclosure.
            Also, I found out later, that the movers who charged me an extra $3,000.00 went out of business. I do not know if the government closed  them  or if they just went out  of  business.
            In addition,  one of the mortgage brokers who was with the company who told me that I was getting a 7.5% fixed rate after I paid them $7,000.00 to gave  me a 9.857% adjustable rate  died of cancer all of a sudden.
            His partner got very sick. He gained a lot of weight. I do not know if he is still alive or if he is still sick.
            I remember what I read from Isaiah in the Holy Bible:
            “Fear not, for I am with you.
            Be not dismayed because I am your God.
            I will strengthen you and hold you with my righteous  right hand.
            Behold, all those who encounterd with you shall be ashamed and dismayed.
           
            Those who contented with you
            Those who war against you
            Will be as nothing.
            You shall seek them and not find them
            For I the Lord your God will hold you with my righteous right hand.
            Saying to you, Fear not, I  will help you.”
Many things happen beyond my control, but I must always remember to pray and fear not for the Lord is with me.  I can do all things through Him Who strengthens me.
                                                                      Udis the Great, Chapter 23
                           Autobiography of Dr.  Udis Sanchez Manalansan-Lord, Ph.D
           
                                   
                        Growing Up Poorer Than Dirt Taught Me to Succeed Against All Odds
            I was probably in the second grade.  My mother went to Guagua, a nearby town, to work as a  lavandera.
            She handwashed clothes all day.
            I do not remember how many days she was gone.  We were so hungry.  We had no food.
            It was the monsoon season.  It rained day and night for about four months.  The grass in our backyard grew tall and green.
            My brother  was lying down on the table that sat on the ground which served as the floor of our house.
            He walked to the backyard.  When he returned he had bundles of green grass from the backyard.
            He  told us, “I will boil this grass and eat it.  If I am alive tomorrow, I will cook some more and you all can eat it.”
            I don’t remember if we actually ate the grass.  I do remember that when my mother returned home from Guagua, her hands were red, swollen, and bleeding from being soaked in soap and scrubbing clothes with her bare hands all day.
            The next day, she returned to work to  hand wash some more clothes so that she can earn some money to buy us some food.
            I also remember when my brother and I were in grade school. During those days, children graduated in the fourth grade, because most likely they will not go back to school to finish 5th and 6th grade.
            Their parents sent them to work as servants so that they can help their parents buy some food for their younger siblings.
            Families had many children.  They were Catholics and besides there were no doctors nor can they afford birth control pills.
            So, on the average, families had  eight children who are a year apart in age.
            To  help provide for their food, the older children were  sent to work as servants.  They got old being servants. Their children  also became servants.
            Nothing changed the eternal poverty that ran in the family.
            Anyway, when we graduated from high school, we  had to wear white clothes.  We walked on the stage when they called our name.
            Then, our relatives meet us on the other side of the stage to give us presents wrap in gift papers.
            About a month before the graduation, my mother and I went to our distant relatives n Lubao to ask for some  hand me down  white clothes that my brother and I can wear for the graduation.
            After all the trouble my mother went through to get some white shirts and pants for my brother,  his name was not called among the fourth grade graduates.
            He was left alone by  himself while everyone graduated.
            The teacher did not bother to tell my mother that my brother was not graduating.
            We were poor.  We were poorer than dirt.  The teacher knew we did not know our rights.  The teacher knew that there was nothing we could have done.
            My mother had a second grade education.  My father probably had a second grade education too.
            We did  not count. We were nothing.  We were poorer than dirt.  What does it matter if my brother was left alone after everybody’s name was called to walk on the stage?
            I don’t remember how long my brother sat there alone. 
            I don’t’know if my brother remembered that graduation evening when he was left alone, his name not called among the graduating fourth graders.
            I don’t know if my brother remembers that graduation when his name was not called among the graduating students and was left alone sitting on a chair.
            I hope that he does not remember.
            That graduation night when my  name was called, I did  not expect anyone to meet me on the other side of the stage to give me some presents.
            But my sister Tess was waiting for me with a wrapped graduation present.
            She embroidered some white handkerchiefs  for my graduation present.
            After fourth grade, my brother went to live with my Aunt N  in Olongapo to be a household help.
            He ran errands and cleaned their piggery.
            It was common practice during that time for relatives to send their children to their relatives who were better off than they  are.
            Their children were  fed by this relative.  In return, the children helped  in the household chores without pay.
            That was what my brother did.
            It was during  that time  that a fortune teller told my mother that she was going to die before she turned sixty.
            Afraid  that I would be left alone  if she died, she gave  me  to a school teacher to live with them.  I returned home.
            I lied to my mother.  I told her that I saw Jesus at the back of the  church.  He  told me to return to my mother.
            My mother did not say anything.  She did not send me back to the school teacher.
            Then, she sent me to live with my cousin in Manila.
            A fortune teller told the people that the world was going to end.
            It so happened that the brother of my cousin I was staying with in Manila dropped by with his truck that he drove delivering  merchandise for a company.
            I asked him to take me back home to my mother.
            After that, my mother just kept me.
            My mother did  not die like the fortune teller said.
            The world did  not end like the fortune teller said.
            During that time, because people were uneducated, they believed in fortune tellers.
                                                                                        Udis the Great, Chapter 24
                                                         I will Carry My Cross
                                                               
                    The  Autobiography of Dr. Udis Sanchez Manalansan-Lord, Ph.D.
                In this life, there are always challenges that we must face.   That is why the first thing I do  as soon as I wake up, is pray. I pray while I am working out, while I am doing my chores, while I am driving, and before I go to sleep. I fall asleep praying.
                I am in constant communication with the Lord, asking for strength and guidance.
                Sometimes, when my problems seem overwhelming,  I have to remind myself, “The Lord is God, yet He suffered.  He said, ‘Carry your cross and follow me.’”
                “But I am not God.  I am not as strong as you, Lord. I cannot carry my load without your help.”
                “Look at the lilies of the field. They neither sew nor weave.  Yet, they are one of the best  dressed  creation on earth.”
                “Lord, I read your words in the Hoy Bible. Yet, I am still burdened.”
                “Peace, I give you.  My peace I give to you.”
                “So, why do I always worry, Lord?”
                “See with your faith, not with your eyes.  Trust in me, for I am your God.”
                “Lord, I got behind my bills. I have two adult children who cannot support themselves yet.  So, I have to help them.
                “Didn’t I help you find the $1,600.63 within  fifteen minutes to get the money that  you need  to stop the cancellation of your insurance?
                “Yes, Lord.  I borrowed  it on line with a 250% interest.  Now, I have to make that steep monthly payment of $470.00 monthly.”
                “Yes, but you discontinued your gym membership that costs you $85.00 monthly because you can lift weight and run at home. “
                “Yes, Lord.  My car payment will also go down $200.00 monthly after this month. “
                “So, that is $280.00 you can put  in that monthly payment for the loan that you borrowed.   You had been paying them $200.00 monthly anyway on your  old loan that you just paid off.”
                “I see, Lord.  I will put that $280.00 to the installment loan and pay more monthly so that it will be paid off sooner and not have to pay the 200 % interest.”
                “ Yes, you can do all things through Me, because I strengthen you.  Fear not, for I am with you.  Be not dismayed because I am your God.”
                “Yes, Lord, I must be still.  So, I can hear your voice.”
                “Promote your books on the internet.  You have written eight books.  From a fieldhand, I have transformed you to become a  Doctor, a  Ph.D.,  one of the highest degree on the planet earth, what are you worried about?
                Offer  your books as fund raisers.  Offer to teach anger management, to be a motivational speaker.”
                “Today, 92,867 people have viewed my website  that I built on December 22, 2014.  I know today is only April 16, 2015.  It is not even four months yet since I built my website. But, with those 92,867 people  who have viewed my website, only three books were sold.”
                “Yes, but before you built your website, you did not sell any book.”
                “I had to try to sell my books, Lord.  My  Mercedez Benz SUV cannot be fixed.  I need a Mercedez Benz SUV before winter.”
                “Because the old Honda that you were able to buy was slip and sliding on the ice and snow last winter?”
                “Yes, Lord.  I had been driving that Mercedez Benz SUV for about twenty years.  Driving this Honda Accord in the snow and ice is like sliding and sliding on a cardboard on top of the ice and snow.”
               “You were scared?”
                “Yes, Lord. Petrified.”
                “Sometimes bad things happen.  The road forks.  You have to make a choice.  You chose to find ways to make extra money to be able to buy a  Mecedez Benz SUV because your old Benz cannot be fixed.”
                “Yes, Lord. It pushed me to work harder and be creative to find the money.  I was able to build a website even if I had no idea what I was doing.”
                “I helped you.”
                “I know, it must have been you. Lord.”
                “So, why are you afraid?”
                “I must remember not to be afraid, Lord.”
                “Because of your constant communication with me, through your prayers,  your spreading of good  deeds,  and kind thoughts,  I will always be with you.
                “But Lord, if you are with me, why can’t I get a summer school teaching job?”  After May, the school year is over.  I will not get a paycheck from my job.”
                “Didn’t they give you summer school  teaching job in the past?”
                “yes, Lord.  Last year, they called me the first day of summer school.  Why can’t they tell me now that I have a summer school teaching position?”
                “When you fear, when you are impatient, you are showing your lack of faith.”
                “Fill me with the Holy Spirit, and let the Holy Spirit dwell in me to strengthen my faith, Lord.”
                I opened the news on my AOL. I see Hernandez, a  good looking, rich, young athlete who was sentenced for first degree murder.
                I see pictures of the relatives of  the people who died in a sunken boat.
                 I see a picture of a whole town blown away by a tornado.
                Then, I realized my problems are not so bad.   I can carry my cross and follow the Lord.
                I will carry my cross and follow the Lord.
                I can do all things through Him Who strengthens me.
               
                                               Udis the Great, Chapter 25
 
 
 
                                          I Shall Rise
 
 
 
 
                  Autobiography of Dr. Udis Sanchez Manalansan-Lord, Ph.D
           
 Author of From  Fieldhand to Ph.D., Ms. Asia International:  Motivation for Success and Happiness author and 7 other books that are available at www.drudislord.com. www.amazon.com and www.Barnes&Noble.com
            My mortgage payment increased more than $1,000.00 more a month.  My ex-husband stopped paying child support.  I  had  a fixed income.  The   price of gasoline, food, taxes, etc., kept  increasing.
            I did not want to lose my house. I pawned and lost all of my jewelry.  I had no money for food.
            My electricity, water, and heat was about to be disconnected.  I had nowhere to go for help.
            I approached a few charitable organizations for help.  But since my income does  not show that I  was  poor, I did not qualify for any aid.
            St. Vincent De  Paul sent  us three boxes of canned food.  My children and I were  not used to eating canned food, or processed food. I always cooked from fresh vegetables, steak, seafood, etc.
            The Salvation Army allowed me to get food from their food pantry once a week.
            The first time I arrived there, I saw some old people with their bags for their food from the Charity.
            I wept.
            I felt like I was stealing from them.
            I left.  I went home. I did not want to take the food that belonged  to those old people.
            But then, we had no food.
            I had no choice.  I returned and stood in line to get my share of food that was mainly canned food, bread, yogurt, cheese.
            My water tank broke. It flooded my basement.  The house alarm screamed a deafening sound.
            I called the church for help.  They paid for my water heater to be replaced.  It costs about $700.00 that I did not have.
            The church paid for my utilities so that our water, electricity and gas would not get disconnected.
            I returned to the Salvation Army to get some food from the food pantry.
            While standing in line to get my food from the Salvation Army, I thought about what my students would think if they see me in line asking for charity.
            I used to tell them that education will help them get a good job and make good money so that they will always have an income to buy food and pay for their house.
            Will they laugh at me?  Will they be sad for me?  Will they still believe me when I tell them that education is power?
            Desperate to find some money, I filed a complaint against my ex-husband to get my child support.
            He had a lawyer.  I did not have one.
            At the court hearing, his lawyer told the judge that my ex-husband did not get the childrens’ report cards as written in the divorce decree.
            My ex-husband moved around.  I did not even know where he lived.  
            The judge announced his judgment: “You do  not have to pay child support.”
            “The Lord knows what injustice took place in this room today,” I said.  I stood up and left the court room.
            If my ex-husband was really interested in getting the childrens’ report cards, he could have called their school and ask for a copy.
            The fact remains that whether he received their report cards or not, I fed, clothed, took care and loved the children.
            I even took out some of my retirement money to buy their Mercedes Benz Cars so that they can attend college.
            Being foreigners, I bought them Mercedes Benz so that they would  not experience as much discrimination as I experienced.
            People will be more likely to respect my children if they are driving Mercedes Benz.
            I was broke.  My bills were unpaid.  It got worse every day.
            That was when I decided to look for  a substitute teaching job.
            I used to think that if I drove in the city, I will die.  I always read and heard about the crime in the city.
            I heard that in the city if you call a police, they come three days after you are dead.
            Naturally, I was scared to drive in the city.
            Sure enough, one time, while I was driving in the intersection in the city, my car died.
            I was so scared.  I looked around me.  I saw people covered with tattoos, rings on their noses, eyebrows,  and chains swaying on their hips.
            Naturally, I was petrified.
            I prayed, “Lord, save me!”
            I covered my face with my two hands.
            I saw two women walk towards me.  They had tattoos.  Their eyebrows, noses, lips and tongue were fierced.
            They had chains swinging on their hips.
            “I know we look scary to you.  But we are here to help you,”  one of them said.
            The other said, “Let’s push her car out of the street so that she does not get hit.”
            One of them pushed my car from behind.  The other signaled the coming cars to get out of my way.
            They pushed my car on a safe corner.
            “We used to be prostitutes and drug dealers.  We are convert Christians now,” the  other one said.
            “We will stay with you and not leave you  until you get some help,” one of them said.
            I called the police and the tow truck.
            The police arrived in about three minutes. He parked his car right next to my Mercedes  Benz SUV.
            I called the tow truck to tow my car to the mechanic.  While I was waiting for the tow truck the police told me to sit in the front seat of his car, for my safety.
            He left the door on the driver’s seat open.
            When the tow truck came and loaded my car to his truck, the police took his tow truck plate number and spoke to the driver.
            “Make sure that she arrives safely at her destination and that her car is taken to the right mechanic where she wants it taken,” the police told the truck driver.
            I was able to get my car fixed.
The next day, I was given a long term substitute teaching assignment. When I arrived at the school, the students told me that I was about the tenth substitute called to teach that class.
            “All the substitutes left and refused to return,” said the students.
            “All the 9th grade teachers quit.  We are too loud and we fight too much,” said the other.
            They were very loud.  The class was very big.  They did  not have any pencil, pen, paper or books.
            I made up the lesson as the day went because there was no lesson plan. 
            Their room was full of trash scattered on the floor.   I took a broom and started sweeping the trash.
            One tall student, who stood about 6’3 took the broom from my hand and said, “Dr. Lord, you should not be the  one sweeping the trash.”  He finished sweeping.
            I later on found out that he was a star basketball player who won the state championship game.
            At the end of the day, five girls surrounded me. “I guess you are not coming back tomorrow either, huh?  Everybody quits on us.  Aren’t you gonna cry?”
            “ The person who is going to make me cry hasn’t been born yet,”  I answered.
            That was the beginning of my teaching at the city school.
            Little did I know the challenges I had yet to face.
                                                                                                           
                                        Udis the Great, Chapter 26
            Unceasing Prayers, Spreading  Love, Compassion
           and Kindness Strengthen My Connection with the Lord
                                                           
            Autobiography of  Dr. Udis Sanchez Manalansan-Lord, Ph.
                        © Udis Sanchez Manalansan-Lord, Ph.D.
For further information about Dr. Lord, read From Fieldhand to Ph.D., Ms. Asia International:  Motivation for Success and Happiness and 7 of her other books that are available at www.drudislord.com, www.amazon.com, and www.Barnes&Noble.com
            I earned  about $95.00  a day substitute teaching.  However, I did not  get called to substitute everyday.
            There were times when I called the substitute call center to find out if they needed a substitute.  There were times, when I had my lap top next to me in bed, so I can check to see if they posted any substitute teaching open the next day.
            Oftentimes, they did not call me until the morning that the substitute is open.
            Then, I had to google map the location. I had a GPS, but I still had to google the address.  The GPS sometimes took a longer route.
            During Spring Break, Christmas Break, teacher professional development and holidays, there were no substitute openings.
            So, my substitute teaching income was not dependable.
            Both of my children were attending junior college.  One of them had a car accident. She failed all of her classes as a result. Therefore,  she was disqualified from getting financial aid.
            I had to pay her tuition and books.  That added to my financial strain.
            Finally, one day, I was called to substitute for  a high school.  When I arrived at the building, there was a big fight in the whole first floor.
            Students were fighting everywhere even in the restrooms.  I ran inside the principal’s office. I cannot get hurt or killed.  My children are counting on me.
            Police were called.  The fight was finally subdued.
            The next day, I was called to substitute in another high school building. I passed by a group of homeless beggars who lived underneath an overpass.
            It was  blistering hot.  It felt like the whole world was a giant oven.  There they were, underneath an overpass holding a cardboard sign, “Homeless! Help.”
            I wondered, “Why are there beggars in America?” 
            On the way home, I passed by another beggar.   He was  a bearded, toothless, skinny old man, with gray hair, walking with  a limp.
            Holding a cardboard sign , “Homeless, Help,”  he walked close to my car. I gave him a dollar bill, a chocolate candy and a bottle of green tea.”
            “I love chocolate!  I am so hungry! God bless you. God bless you,” he said acting as if I gave him a sack of gold.
            His gratitude warmed my heart.  I felt a sense of peace and happiness that no money can buy.
            Ever since then, if I know I will pass that beggar, I try to stash a dollar for him, a snack, and  a bottle of green tea, even if I needed them myself.
            “I always look for you,”  he said.  Again blessing me at least three or four times.
            The season changed.  It was winter.  I did not realize that they did not shovel the snow on some streets in the city.
            I tried to stop at a stop light.  I slid.  I was unable to stop.  I  moved my car to the right to avoid hitting the car in front of me.
            Luckily, there was no car on  my right side.
            Perhaps street cleaning depends on the taxes collected from the people who live there.  Since most of the people who lived in the city are on food stamps,  perhaps they do not pay taxes.
            Likewise, the school budget depends on the taxes collected. Therefore, most  city schools did not have as much resources as they do in the county schools where I retired.
            In some city schools where I substituted, I had to bring my own chalk that I bought with my own money.
            Many of the students depended on the teachers to bring them pens and papers. I wonder, how they can afford to buy expensive shoes, manicure, gold teeth, and tattoos, but they cannot afford to bring their school supplies.
            Some  students  asked  me, “How do you expect to teach if you do not have any papers and pencils for us?”
            They honestly thought that their school supplies are the teachers’ responsibilities.
            One day, the school principal and the teachers took the students underneath the bridge where the homeless beggars live.
            The beggars told the students “Do your best in school.  Do not sell drugs.  You will end up in jail like us.  When you get out of jail, you cannot find a job because no one will hire you if you have a criminal record.  All of our friends are dead. They were killed by our rival gang members.”
            Some students actually felt sorry for the beggars. I saw a few students  give them a dollar here and there.
            When we returned to the classroom, I  wondered how society  expect city students to compete with students in the county.  They do not have enough resources in the classroom. Their teachers are not paid as well as the teachers in the county.
            In the county where I retired, every department had a store room that was full of school supplies.  The teachers were free to take what they needed.
            There were four teacher secretaries. If the teachers need anything copied, they drop the materials in the secretaries’ box.
            When the job was done, the secretaries delivered the completed copies in the teachers’ mailbox.
            In the city, there are no teachers’ secretary.  The number of copies are limited to a few hundred, which is accounted for because they had to input their teacher  ID before the copier works.
            Oftentimes, the copier does not work.
            In the county, if there was a fight, especially a physical fight, the police were called.  The fighters were handcuffed and taken by the police.
            I always wore the Holy Rosary that my Catholic Legionnaire mother told me to wear.  My Aunt Nonelon, my father’s sister also told me to wear a Holy Rosary wherever I go.
            “Wearing the Holy Rosary will remind you that God is with you. Satan is real. He is here on earth.  He will tempt you to disobey God especially when you are stressed out.  Satan is scared of  anything Holy, such as the Holy Rosary, the Holy Bible and prayers.  So be in constant prayer wherever you are.   Carry the Holy Bible,” both my mother and Aunt told me.
            The students were asking me why I was wearing the Holy  Rosary. I told them that  my mother told me to wear it.
            I cannot teach them religion because of the plurality of religion in America.  They do not  want teachers to influence the type of  religion the students will believe.  But if the students asked questions, we can give them the honest answers.
            The next day, one  of the students pulled up his shirt. There, tattooed on his chest was the  Holy Rosary.  But  tattooed next to it was the picture of a gun.
            Many of the students used profanity. I told them, “You are given the power to speak to spread kindness, hope and compassion.”
            Sometimes I tell them, “Those ugly words came from that pretty face?”
            Eventually, after they learned that I did not like profanity, when they say  profanity, I give them the dagger look, and they shyly say, “Sorry, Dr. Lord. I’m so used to it.  I’ll try to stop.”
            One day, my contact lense got stuck on my eyes.  It hurt sooo bad.  Five of the students stayed with me. They refused to leave me until one of them was able to remove the contact lense out of my eyes.
            Underneath all  of the profanity and screaming, I saw kindness, love and compassion in them.
            Also during a teachers’meeting, I saw some of the students’  standardized test scores.  They are awesome, inspite of the fact that their school had limited resources in comparison to the county school.
            Many of them have the ability to rise. 
            How does  a teacher like me awaken their desire to rise?
            I had an idea!
            I brought a copy of my book From Fieldhand to Ph.D., Ms. Asia International:  Motivation for Success and Happiness.
            On the cover, is a picture of  fieldhands planting rice in the ricefield.  I told them I used to plant rice  like them for fifteen cents a day.
            On the cover also is my picture being crowned Ms. Asia International, and my picture graduating for my Doctor of Philosophy in Education from St. Louis University, the Dean handing me my diploma.
            “Because I worked hard in school, I was able to build houses for my  five homeless brothers and sisters.  I was able to recover my mother’s inheritance that my  uncle took in 1936.  When  I retired, I bought my children Mercedes Benz so that they will be respected and be able to go college. 
            I did not want my children to live in poverty like I did.  That is why I ended that poverty through education.
            Now, it is up to you to succeed or fail.  There is a lot of money with your name in it through grants and scholarships that you do not have to pay for.
            All you have to do is stay out of trouble.  Work hard in school.  The sky is the limit to your success.
            If you wear a stethoscope on  your neck because you are a  doctor, if you hold a gavel on your hands because you are a judge, no one can put you down because of the color of your skin.”
            The students actually listened.
            It worked. I seize every opportunity to motivate them. 
            However, some of them arrived in school without breakfast. 
            “Can you drive a car without gasoline?”  I asked them.
            “What do you mean?”
            “Your brain needs protein to be able to function.  You did not put any gasoline.  Therefore, you cannot think properly.”
            I stashed breakfast bars in my lunch box.  I could not feed them all. But whenever I see a hungry child, I pull that child aside by the door, and gave that child a breakfast bar.
            There were times when I cracked jokes to make a point.
            Many times when they asked me for pencils and papers, I asked them, “Do you know what  happened to the soldier who went to war without a gun?”
            “He got killed.”
            “Was he prepared when he went to war without his gun?”
            “No!”
            “Do you know what happens to students who come to school unprepared without their school supplies?”
            “They asked their teachers.”
            “No, they flunk!”  Laughter.
            One day some of then asked me to be their date on their school prom.
            “If I can find my cane, I can go with you,” I answered,  with an old lady’s shaky voice, hands  trembling, like a real old lady.
            Laughter!  They were falling off their seats holding their stomach from laughing.
            “How old are you, Dr. Lord?”
            “I’m a hundred and five.”
            “Oh my God!”  Some  of them actually believed it.
            “For real, for real?”
            “Yeah!”
            “Are those teeth yours?”
            “Yeah.”
            “Why do they look so white and perfect?”
            “She is Asian.  They don’t die.  She is really a hundred and five.”
            I am actually having fun teaching these kids.
            One them asked,  “Dr. Lord, do you  not have any friends?  Do you go to work to have fun  with us?  We are kids!”
            When I teach, I  walk around to make sure that they are doing their work right.
            One of them said, “Dr. Lord. Sit down! We know what we are doing.  Go play on your computer.  You act like a kid who  ate a whole bunch of  tootsie rolls.”
              Lord, have mercy.  I  actually even love these kids. 
            I told them one time, “I love you.  I want you to rise and succeed against all odds.”
            “Take me home. Adopt me,” said one  of them.
            “Nope, I have my own kids who are causing me to get bald headed,” I answered.
            After teaching all day, I had to drive for almost an hour to get home.  I work out seven days a week for about an hour.  Then, I sleep like a log.
            That morning, at 2:00, my daughter called me on her cell phone.
            “I killed! There is blood all over my windshield!”
            “Lord, I’ll be there! Where are you?”
            I was petrified.
            It turned out that she got lost in the woods. A whole family of deer crossed the highway.  She could not stop. She ran one of them and had to keep on driving because it was in the middle  of  the woods. It was dark!
            Praise God, her car did not break down there  from the impact.
            However, when she got home, the car was declared a total loss.
            The insurance had to pay for a replacement car.
            Naturally,  our auto insurance increased to a thousand dollars a month.
            “Lord, help me!  Praise God.  My daughter and no one was hurt!” 
            I prayed in gratitude. I can replace the car.  I can find the money.  But a human life cannot be replaced.
            “Praise you, Lord. Amen,” I prayed.
            Father Joe of Assumption Church where I go to mass on  Sundays said, “When you spread kind acts and compassion, you light candles on your path.  When you pray, your connection with the Lord gets stronger.”
            I believe that my love and compassion for my students, beggars on the street, the poor and the helpless strengthens my connection with God.
            That is what protected my daughter from getting stranded with a broken car in the middle of that dark night in the woods.
            The Lord, protected my daughter because I spread love and kindness.  My constant communication with God through my unceasing prayers sent the Holy Spirit to protect my daughter.

 
           
           
                                                                    Udis the Great, Chapter 27
                                                    
                                  I Must See With My Faith, Not My Eyes
                           Autobiography of Dr. Udis Sanchez Manalansan-Lord, Ph.D.
                                                  © Dr. Udis Lord, Ph.D.
            Sometimes I wonder how I was able to raise three children alone as a divorce mother.  My first son received a football scholarship to go to college.
            I remember I used to drop him to his football practice.  I left and picked him up when the practice was over.  I could not bear to watch him bumping heads and being burried underneath the bodies of all the other  giant  football prayers.
            He was six foot three and won several awards in weight lifting.  He inherited my wide shoulders.  He has a beautiful tan complexion and  very handsome features, being an Asian American child.
            His great grandfather died competing on a weightlifting contest. He has won two awards, and competed for the third competition in the same event.
            He busted his jugular vein and died.
            When I was raising my daughter and youngest son as a divorced mother, I worked full time, worked out seven days a week,  and I took them to their martial arts classes, piano, violin, saxophone, childrens’ choir.
            I was at that time also working on my Doctorate at  St. Louis University.
            My daughter played the violin for the St. Louis Symphony Childrens’ Choir, and sang for the St. Louis Childrens’ Orchestra.
            My youngest son received his Black Belt in Tae Kwon Do when he was twelve years old, and my daughter was thirteen  years old.
            I was also writing my  first book at that time. 
            I wonder how I  did all that!
            I must be wonder woman.
            I am Udis the Great!
            Indeed!
            I remember I used to worry about the safety of my brothers and sisters in the Philippines during the monsoon season.
            It rained day and night for almost four months. That is the typhoon season.  They lived in tiny shacks.
            I prayed to the Lord to help me build  concrete houses  for  them.   I was able to build  them  in our inherited lands from my father’s side.
            Now, they are respected in our community.  They live in  beautiful  houses.  They look like they live in a modern subdivision.  When many of the other people still live in tiny nipa huts.
            I also prayed to the Lord that I recover my mother’s inherited land that her own brother took away from her.
            I financed a lawsuit to recover it. We won the lawsuit, although at this writing, they are appealing the case.             
            By the grace of God, when that lawsuit is over, I will give the land to the legal heirs who were unable to defend themselves because many of them cannot afford lawyers and some of them can barely sign their names.
            The sad thing is that  my mother and her other brother who was also an heir to my grandfather’s land passed away without enjoying the land that my grandfather on my mother’s side left for them.
            Now, I pray that the Lord grant my prayer to be able to give the land to the legal heirs; that is, my brothers, sisters and my  cousins, who are descendants of Uncle Pulo, who, like my mother did not get his inheritance.
            I believe that he, like my mother can barely sign his name.  He was unable to fight for his rights.
            I fought for the rights of those who are poor, and uneducated whose inheritance was taken away for them.
            Although I carry a very heavy load on shoulder because of the many responsibilities I have, I must constantly remind myself that the Lord is with me.
            For if He is not, how else can I become Dr. Udis Lord, Ph.D.?  How else could I have accomplished all that I had if not for Him?
            When I fear, I have to remind myself that if God is with me, what can defeat me?
            When I was young, after I saw that JC Penny Catalogue where I first saw the pictures of Americans, who I thought were just beautiful people, I asked the Lord to help me come to America. 
            Here, I am in America.
            I asked to Lord to help me become a doctor.  Here I am, a doctor.
            I once saw a house with four Roman pillars in front. I asked the Lord to give me a house just like that. Now I live in a house that has four  Roman pillars in front.
            Now, I pray that I pass the Baby Bar so that I can finish my Juris Doctor of Law.  I also pray that I replace my Mercedes Benz SUV that could not be repaired  with an ML 450 Mercedes Benz SUV.
            I pray that I will be able to build an indoor, outdoor pool so that I can swim all year round. 
            Like Father Joe once said in church, “See with your faith, not with your eyes.”
            So, I am seeing with my faith, not my eyes that all I prayed for will be granted according to His will.
            I thank the Lord ahead for granting my prayers.
            I have seen many miracles in my life, and I believe in the power of prayers.
            I remember once, my car broke. I had  no money.  I was driving on the highway.  I prayed for the Lord to help me.
            All of a sudden the sky turned into a giant rainbow.
            It looked as if the earth was a giant watermelon. In the middle, across the earth, was a giant rainbow.
            It was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.
            Then, I remembered. In the Holy Bible the Lord said, “I will never end the earth. When you see  that rainbow, that is the sign of my covenant to you, that I will not end the human race, my people.”
            I was able to get my car fixed.
            I prayed that I will be able to build a website to sell my books.
            I was able to build my website.
            I just built my website last December 22, 2014.  Today, April 20, 2015,  ninety seven thousand five hundred sixty five people have viewed my website.
            Now, I pray that the people who view my website will start buying my books.
            I pray in faith, through Christ our Lord, Amen.
           
           
                                    Udis the Great, Chapter 28
                                               
                                           Yes, I Can
                        Autobiography of Dr. Udis Sanchez Manalansan-Lord, Ph.D.
                                    © Dr. Udis Sanchez Manalansan-Lord, Ph.D.
            When I wrote my first book, I submitted it to about ten publishers.  They turned it down.  So, I told myself. 
            “I will publish it myself. Yes, I can.”
            After I published it, I was featured in the St. Louis Post Dispatch, with the article  “Yes, I Can.”
            Then Channel Five  broadcasted  a feature about me on television. Then, other newspapers featured articles about me too.
            Pretty soon, I was invited as a guest speaker to some very important functions.
            After that,  the Asian Promotion of North America, called me to be crowned Ms. Asia International Beauty of North America.
            The U.S. Army Human Resource Command also invited me as a guest speaker.  The Colonel  awarded me the Most Inspirational Contribution Certificate.
            Today, I have published nine books.  Eight of them are being distributed internationally by Ingram
            They are also available at www.amazon.com. www.Barnes and Noble.com, and my website, www.drudislord.com
            When I want to accomplish something, there is a force that drives me to strive until I accomplish it.
            The more difficult it is, the more I consider it a challenge.  Then, I tell myself, “I’ll get this done, one way or the other. Yes, I can.”
            It took me five years to get admitted to the Doctoral Program.  The more the universities turned me down, the more I told myself, “I’ll be a doctor, one way or the other.”
            Here I am.  Dr. Udis Sanchez  Manalansan-Lord, Ph.D.
            I was a fieldhand in the Philippines.  I planted rice all day for fifteen cents a day. When I attended high school in Sta. Cruz Central Institute, I walked for two hours one way in the morning and two hours one way when school was over at about 5:30 pm.
            My lunch was boiled rice, sprinkled with salt, that my mother wrapped in banana leaves. I ate by myself in the corner so that no one could see what I had for lunch.  After I ate my rice, I walked to a nearby water pump to get a drink of water.  
            I was drooling at the Pepsi Cola that other students were drinking.  The sun  was so hot.  Their Pepsi Cola was dripping cold,  almost frozen in ice.  How I wanted to have just a sip of the Pepsi Cola.  
            I never had any.
            We had to buy our books.  My mother could not afford to buy my books. So, I figured out a way to be able to get the books that I needed.
            I asked my classmates to let me use their books.  In exchange, I did their homework.
            I graduated third honorable mention in high school.
            I worked as a meat vendor in the Public Market of  Olongapo City during the day, and attended Columban College in the evening. I lived in the Ghetto of Olongapo City.
            I carried 21 hours every semester.  I was the editor of the college newspaper.  I was a member of the Student Catholic Action. I acted in the Theater Arts.  I played Anita in West Side Story.  I played one of the lead role in New Yorker in Tondo.   I was the winner of the Impromptu Speech Contest.
            I graduated with a Bachelor of Liberal Arts in English when I was nineteen.
            When I arrived in America, I had the most difficult time getting admitted to the university. I never gave up.
            I graduated with a Masters Degree in Counseling from the University of  Missouri. I graduated with Doctor of Philosophy in School  Administration from  St. Louis University.
            At this writing, I had completed my second year Juris Doctor of Law from Taft  University Law School in California.
            Representing myself, I won the landmark case Lord vs. Pontigon at the  Missouri Courts of Appeal.
            I have to pass the Baby Bar before I can proceed with my Juris Doctor of  Law.  I have taken it twice and did not pass it.
            When I was working for my doctorate degree, I did not pass Statistics until the third try.
            I will  keep retaking the Baby Bar,  until I pass it.   It costs me about $2,000.00 to take the test.  I do not have the money.
            I have many hurdles to overcome.
            Yet, I know,   I will be a lawyer, one way or the other.  I will pass the Baby Bar.
            I had been blessed with an excellent health. I work out seven days a week.  I lift weigh and run with weights on my wrists and my ankle. I also eat healthy food that I cook. As a result,   I look younger than people my age.
            Like my students said, when I told them that I am one hundred five years old.  Some of them actually believed me.
            They said, “Yeah, cool!  She is Asian.  They don’t die.”
            So, since I am Asian, and I don’t die. I guess, I will be a lawyer, one way or the other because I am Udis the  Great.
            I will be a lawyer.
            Yes, I can.
           
                                                                           Udis the Great, Chapter 29
                                            I  Have Conquered them All!
                            Autobiography of Dr. Udis Sanchez Manalansan-Lord, Ph.D.
            Be at peace, Mother. We won the lawsuit to recover your inheritance. It  lasted almost 16 years, but we never gave hope.  
            I had no doubt nor question, that I would defend your right for as long as  I live!
            Every year, I paid the bond for the lawsuit.  I paid two lawyers.
            My dearest sister, who did all the running around and coordination traveled from Manila to Pampanga and went through a tremendous amount of stress.  
            Without complaining, she carried on her share, like a general fighting for her country.
            I have a lot more work to do, Mother.  Pray for me.
            I have to give everybody’s inheritance.  Pray that the Lord will give me the resources to do that.
            If  I  do not title the inheritance of the legal heirs, another relative might try to snatch their inheritance again.
Most of them are very poor and uneducated.  They cannot defend themselves.
So, let me fight for their rights while I am alive.
For besides God, I owe you where I am now.
After graduating from high school, without fear, not knowing what would happen to you, you left San Pablo and went to Olongapo where you did not even speak the language.
You swallowed your pride and asked my cousin to teach you how to be a meat vendor in exchange for you hand washing their clothes, cleaning their, house, cooking for them and babysitting their children.
You took me with you, not knowing whether your plan would work or not.  Your main goal was to send me to college.
Unable to afford glasses, you were unable to see the primitive manual scale that you have to use to weigh the pork that you were trying to sell.
So, I took your place.  I learned how to be a meat vendor.  I attended college at night and worked as a meat vendor at the Olongapo Public Market during the day, seven days a week.
Here, I am, the fruit of your labor.  I became Dr. Udis Sanchez Manalansan-Lord, Ph.D., a St. Louis University graduate in America.
Whenever I think about it, I still cannot believe that I was able to graduate from St. Louis University.
            I had no money!
            Somehow, I made it.
            It had to be the Lord!
            I cannot possibly accomplish that on my own.
            When you were alive, you must have prayed for me every minute of your waking hour, that is why I was able to survive alone  in America.
            Mother, I was also able to finance the lawsuit to regain your inheritance that was illegally mortgaged by your own blood who, Grandpa trusted to take care of you.
            You passed away without enjoying the wealth that my grandparents left for you.
            Oh the poverty that you lived through!  But in spite of that, you were a very happy person.  I heard your laughter, five houses down the road on my way home from school.
            You taught me the love and fear of God.
            If you did  not, who would I call for help now?
            Praise the Lord, He sent you to raise me. You and father, I love you, I miss you terribly.  I wish that there is a phone that is directed straight to heaven, so that I  can call you.
            However, even though there is no such phone, oftentimes, I believe I feel your  presence.  I see you in my dreams when the obstacles that I am facing seem insurmountable.
            In my dream, you seem to know what is going on in my life.
            For example, when my daughter was very young and being rebellious.  I told myself, I will be strict with her.  I will teach her a lesson.  I will use tough love.
            That night, I saw you in my dream.
            My daughter was sitting on the edge of the ricefield.  Your arms were wrapped around her, protecting her.
            Then, you look towards me, and spoke to me telepathically.
            “I will take my granddaughter with me, if you mistreat her.”
            There was a time, when I had to make a very, very scary decision where there was no going back. A decision, that I had to do, however, because I had no choice.
            You showed up to me in my dream.
            You were sitting on this strong, wide, brown, wooden bridge that you built. Again, telepathically you spoke to me.
            “You can cross now.  I built you a very strong bridge.”
            Then, you quietly went back to where you live.  It was a wooded, peaceful, green forest, thick with tall, luscious trees.
            When you were kidnapped to be forced to sign a deed of sale on your inheritance while you were senile, you showed yourself to me again in my dream.
            I saw you stuck inside this crowded, yellow Volkswagen that was stranded on the edge of the river.
            Your eyes were searching for me behind the windshield. You were so scared!  You were waiting for  me to save you. I never came.  I was in America fighting my own battles. You were in the Philippines, old, senile, almost at the point of death.
            You did not enjoy the land my grand parents left for you.
            I have never seen the land, because my own uncle who was my grandfather’s trustee, discouraged us from visiting the land.
            But I heard that there are a lot of mangoes that bear fruit.  I imagine my grand parents must have planted those, so that you will have some source of income.
            I heard that the land was huge. If you had your share and my Uncle P, who disappeared without a trace, and without getting his inheritance, you must have inherited a huge tract of land.
            Now, however, you are gone.  My brother, sister and some of my cousins who are heirs to the land are now also deceased.
            Their share will have to be divided among their descendants.
            Now that the descendants  are so many, their inheritance will be a small portion, but at least, I will make sure they get their share, no matter how small it is.
            I pray to the Lord that I accomplish that.
            I also pray to the Lord to give me the resources to build two universities in my two inherited land.
            You had a second grade education. That is why you were taken advantaged of without the power to fight for your right.
            I will move heaven  and earth so that your descendants will not experience what you had experienced.
            My universities will help them become college graduates.
            I will help the poor.  I will spread the words of God.
            I will require my students to study Theology and read the Holy Bible.  I will teach them the values you and father taught me.
            These are the same  values that Father Balthazar, the founder of Sta. Cruz Central Institute, where I attended high school, taught me.
            These are the same values that the Columban College nuns and priests taught me.
            These are the same values that St. Louis University in America taught me.
            These are the same values that St.  Louis University of America taught me when they required me to study Universal Ethical Principles.
            So, mother, your upbringing and the schools’ upbringing gave me the strength to fight for  your rights without question or fear.
            There was a time, when I wrote about the story of your inheritance that you were unable to get in my book From Fieldhand to Ph.D.
            I was sued for defamation in Canada for writing the true story of my mother and my life.
            I was condemned.  The Canadian Judge sent the order in the U.S. They closed my bank account.
            I appealed pro-se.
            Unbeknown to me, the most powerful person in the world, President Barack Obama, had already prepared my defense.
            He signed the SPEECH Act which forbids  libel tourism. This stops  other nationalities from  suing American Writers.
            I am an American Writer.
            Freedom of Speech is in the blood of the American People as a Democratic Nation.  Therefore, the Courts of Appeals Judges in Missouri, “quashed and reversed” the Canadian Judge’s defamation judgment against me.
But I will never forget, mother.
            When I was in court trying to  stop them from seizing my bank account,  the opposing party’s lawyer told me, “If you drop your lawsuit in the Philippines trying to get your mother’s inheritance, we will release you from this defamation judgment.”
            “I will die for this!” without question or doubt, that was my immediate answer.
            Mother, you who I see as the Queen of Pyramids because of your strength,  is stronger than all the pyramids put  together.
            Thank you for giving me your love and strength.
            I thank the Lord for giving you to me as my mother.
            You, who I love and will love even after death, be at peace, I have conquered those who violated your rights, those who took your inheritance.
            I, Udis the Great, who inherited your strength  have conquered them all!
            I have conquered all. Allelujah!
            Praise the Lord!
            Amen!
           
           
                                                                          Udis the Great, Chapter 30
                                              I Turn Negative to Positive
 
 
                          The Autobiography of  Dr.  Udis Sanchez Manalansan-Lord, Ph.D.
            “I need your help, Mom.  I spent my money on gas.  I have no food,” my daughter texted me.
            I just got home after driving for about an hour on the heavy traffic after work.
            As usual, I was working out in my garage. I put my weights there and all my work out equipment.  I stopped my gym membership to save some money.
            I stopped working out and went to the  Quick Trip.  I bought a $50.00 gasoline card for her and $50.00 gasoline card for my son who goes to  St. Louis University. 
            I knew my bank account was low on funds.  I had about $228.00 left.  I wrote a check for a hundred dollars to pay the money that I borrowed from a friend.  After she cashed that, I should have $128.00 left.
            I withdrew $100.00 from the ATM  to give to my daughter so that she can buy food.
            In the morning, I checked my account balance.  It was overdrawn $132.00.  The bank will charge me $36.00 for insufficient funds fee.
            As it turned out, the money I paid the Alarm Security System last week, was not withdrawn until today.  I thought that it was withdrawn a while back because I used my debit card to pay them a few  days ago.
            I am stressed out about our finances.
            But then again, I am not in Nepal where thousands of people were buried alive due to the earthquake.
            I have no problem. Mine are minor.
            I must have faith that I will overcome.
            I must see the beautiful day.  The trees are green.  There are blooming flowers everywhere.  Spring is here.  Winter is finally over.  The sleet, ice, and snow had all melted away. This is a fresh, beautiful year.
            I must not let my minor daily problems overcome the beauty that surrounds me.
            My children are all healthy. 
            I have a job.
            We have a home.
            We have our individual cars.
            I must remember to be grateful for all the blessings that surround me.
            I am healthy.  My children are with me.   Why should I be burden?
            Don’t I pass everyday, adults who are walking in winter, summer, etc., because they have no cars, while I was able to buy cars for my children as soon as they were qualified to drive?
            Don’t I pass homeless beggars on the street every day?
            Don’t I have friends my age who are so sick so that  that they have to walk on walking canes and are unable to leave their house?
            Don’t I know people who are addicted to drugs, alcohol, cigarette and gambling?
            So, I have no problem.  Mine are minor.  I must count my blessings.  I must see that I am surrounded with love.
            My family in the Philippines loves me.  My family in America loves  me.
            So, I have no problem.  Mine are minor compared to others.
            Didn’t Jesus suffer even though He is God?  Didn’t Mother Mary suffer watching her beloved son crucify?
            Who am I to complain about my burdens?
            So, I can’t find the key to my safe deposit box!  So the bank will charge me $250.00 to open the safe deposit that has nothing of value inside.
            Will it end the world? No!
            So, why am I burdened?
            I must turn my negative thoughts to positive thoughts. 
            I must see myself passing the Baby Bar towards my Juris Doctor of Law Degree.  I must see myself receiving my diploma with my name on that Juris Doctor of Law Degree.  I must see myself passing the Bar Exam to be a licensed lawyer.  I must see myself watching the students graduate from the two universities that I will  build to help the poor in my country.
            I don’t ask where the money is going to come from for me to build the universities.  For if the Lord grants it, it will be done.
Peace, I must be filled.
            For the Lord said, “Peace I leave to you.  My peace I give to  you.”
            I must keep repeating, “The Lord is with me.  I shall not fear.  I can do all things through Christ Who strengthens me.”
            For if He is not with me, how else could I be who I am now, Dr. Udis Lord, Ph.D., considering I was once a dirt poor fieldhand worker in the Philippines earning fifteen cents a day?
            How else could I have won the Landmark Case Lord vs. Pontigon at the Missouri Courts of Appeal representing myself as my lawyer?
            If He is not with me, how could I have survived all the trials that I had been through?
            Many times, when it appears that all the doors are shut, when it appears that I am cornered and have nowhere to go, all of a sudden a door opens from unexpected place, a kind  helping hand  is extended from unexpected people to save me.
            How can I forget when once my son’s car needed tires that I could not afford, so that I had to put air in them once a week, then all of a sudden I was able to buy him another car that is better than the one that needed tires I could not replace?
            How can I forget that once my son sprained his ankle,  it was so swollen with clotted dark blood that it  was almost the size of his waist?
            In desperation, I called a doctor’s office.  The lady in the doctor’s office asked, “Do you have any medical insurance?”
            When I answered, “No,” she said, “Don’t waste our time.  We don’t waste yours.”  Then she hang up the phone.
            I prayed to the Holy Spirit to send His healing light to cure my son.
            Indeed it healed.
            How can I forget that I just won my lawsuit to win my mother’s inheritance that was taken by the trustee in 1936?
            I did! I did!  I won the fight to regain my mother’s inheritance.  Although I am very sad that she is now deceased and did not have the chance to enjoy  her inheritance.
            She lived a very, very difficult life.
            She used to climb trees with a bolo on her hand. She cut them. Then, she burned them.  She turned them into charcoal which she sold in the heat of the day in the open market of Sta. Cruz.
            There, sweaty, hungry, tired, she laid on the ground  her charcoal, banana leaves, santol, bananas, caimito (apple start), waiting for someone to buy them.
            After she sold them, she bought some cabbages, a few small shrimp and some noodles to cook us some pancit (rice spaghetti).
            How happy we were eating that meal!
            Sometimes, she pawned her gold necklace.  Every time she pawned it, the owner of the pawnshop  must have been cutting a few strands at a time.  The necklace became shorter and shorter.
            Then, before three months was over, after selling charcoal, banana leaves and fruits, she paid the pawnshop to recover her necklace.
            When I returned home in 1987, my sister gave me my mother’s gold locket that was once her necklace.
            I have that locket near my bed.  Next to it is the Holy Rosary that she gave me. It is so old that it is falling apart.
            She stood in line to have the Bishop bless that Rosary at a barrio Fiesta in Sexmoan. It was so hot. The line was so long. Yet, she waited  for her turn, so that the Bishop can bless the Holy Rosary that she gave me.
            That Holy Rosary is sitting next to my bed.  Both my mother’s necklace and the Holy Rosary that she gave me help me  feel her presence in spite of her absence.
            I will always love my mother and my father even after my death.
            I pray that when that time comes, I will see them again.
            Our Spirits will be with the Lord and the Saints.
            For I have tried so hard to live a kind and righteous life.
            Thus, I must turn my negatives to positives. Thus I must not fear, for the Lord is with me.
Because if not, how else could I be me with all the accomplishments I have done in spite of  my poverty stricken upbringing?
            I was dirt poor, poorer than drit!
            But then again, perhaps that poverty is what made me hard working, compassionate and strong.
            Therefore, I shall not fear. 
            For if the Lord is with me, who  can go against me?
            Likewise, this burden that I am carrying now is actually making me a stronger person in preparation for the accomplishments of my joys that are brewing towards my way right now.
            I feel the vibration of good things coming my way.
            I just successfully turned my negatives to positive.
            When life throws me a lemon, I use it to make lemonade.
            Allelujah!
            Praise to you, oh Lord.
           
 
           
                                                                    Udis the Great, Chapter 31
                  My Legacy is to  Build two Universities that will Incubate
                                   the Poor in My Beloved Philippines
Where to get the Money, I Do Not Know Because I'm Broke as Heck. I Must Have Faith.  If the Lord Wills It, It will Be Done.
                                                       
                        Autobiography of Dr.  Udis Sanchez Manalansan-Lord, Ph.D.
            As I said before, my grandfather  Santiago Manalansan, the Cabeza de Barangay, died competing in a weight lifting competition.  He had already won two medals, he tried to win a third medal at the same day.  As a result,  he busted his jugular vein and died.
            Athletics is in our blood.
            My nephew in Manila was able to get a Basketball  College Scholarship that paid for his college education.
            My son in America, got a football scholarship that paid for his college education.
            One of my grandchildren plays basketball for one of the top basketball  teams in America.
            At 6th grade, he stands 6 foot, and very good looking, just like his grandma, Udis the Great!
            I told his father, “He is almost as goodlooking as Grandma Udis.  Not quite, but almost, if I may say so.”
            I was told that the Manalansans, being the Cabeza de Barangay, the leader of the tribe, owned a lot of land.
            But one of our ancestors said that if they left that land to the next generation, they will just fight about it.
            There were no schools during that time.  Thus, ueducated, they gambled their land.
            They went to cockfights holding land titles to gamble as if they were dollar bills.
            As a result, all the Manalansan’s land is gone.
            The land that we inherited from my father, a Manalansan,  is actually the land from his mother’s  side.  Their last name is Gagi.
            Therefore, the Manalansan estate that we inherited is actually the Gagi’s land from my grandmother’s side.
            I was told that one of my ancestors, a Manalansan,  and Uncle Eloy Baluyut’s grand father both went to jail.
            They killed a Spaniard who was cruel and abusive of the Filipinos.
            My Uncle Eloy Baluyut was a Lieutenant in the Army.  He became the Mayor of Lubao.  He helped the late President Diosdado Macapagal, a Kapampangan, win his Presidential Candidacy.
            President Diosdado Macapagal came from a very poor family. 
            My father used to tell me that his father used to ask my grandfather for some eggs so that he can have something to eat for lunch when he was going to high school in Lubao.
            I heard President Diosdado Macapagal speak at the San Pablo First Barrio Fiesta.
            I remember the story he told on the stage. 
            “I was receiving a medal of honor for my academic achievements.  My  mother hid behind bushes to watch me.  She was unable to get close to the stage because she was dressed in rags.”
            His story inspired me.
            I told myself, “I will be just like you.  I will go far.  I will go as far as my fate will take me.  Someday, I will go around the world and find an island that will be named after me.   People will remember my name forever.”
            That was the beginning of  the awakening of my desire  to become somebody.
            That was fueled when I saw a little girl like me,  named  Grace.  She was wearing a pair of rubber thongs on her feet that her brother who worked in  Manila, sent her.
            Gawking at the white rubber thongs with the red colored soles, I told myself, “  I will buy me a pair of those.”
            That was when I started planting rice in the ricefield.  I earned about fifteen cents a day.
            Early in the morning, we  sat on the ground waiting for the Capatas, (supervisor) to choose those who can plant rice that day and earn fifteen cents.
            Not everybody was chosen. There were so many people.  There were no jobs. The people were poor, poorer than dirt and unable to read nor write.
            They were very humble and they prayed a lot. They were very kind to each other.  They helped each other to survive.
            Because we were related to the Capatas, she chose me to plant rice.  So I earned fifteen cents  everyday.
            We planted rice from early morning, until dark. 
            A man was standing, playing a guitar while we planted rice.
            We were supposed  to plant the rice as fast as he strummed his guitar.
            But I was too young, too hungry, too skinny to be able to plant that fast.
            “Are you planting the rice on your feet?” asked Olivia.  She is a girl whose family  had been planting rice as soon as they could walk.
            She was mocking me.
            I am a Manalansan.  I am the descendant of a Landowner.  I am the granddaughter of a Cabeza de Barangay.
            I was not supposed  to be planting rice with them.
            I broke the tradition.
            I wanted to buy my rubber thongs for my feet.
            I never had any shoes.  I walked barefooted.  My soles were tougher than the gravel and rocks that I stepped on all day.
            My sole were tougher than the thorns that I stepped on when I gathered some woods  for our stove to cook our food.
            I was able to buy the thongs.
            My mother did not want me to plant rice in the ricefield.
            We were soaked in mud all day from waist down.  Rain or shine, we planted rice. The mud swish and swash on our head, hair and face.  We kept on planting.
            The end  of the first day I planted rice, I felt as if I was hit with a baseball bat from head to toe the whole day.
            I ached all over.
            After several days, my feet and my fingers started corroding from the mud. They hurt.  They bled.  I wrapped them in rags.   I kept planting.
            One day, I was so  hungry.  We finished late.  I was weak. I remember passing a group of people staring at a radio that was inside an empty Coca Cola box nailed on an acacia tree.
            The Americans gave us that radio. Nobody but Apung Ankong who receive a  pension from America can afford to buy the battery.
            His son died fighting with the Americans against the Japanese.
            So, America gave him a pension for the life of his son.
            He had the empty wooden Coca Cola Case hammered on top of the acacia tree.  Inside, they put the radio so that everyone can hear it.
            After the barrio people finished  planting rice in the ricefield, they sat on the ground as they look up to the radio to listen to a drama.
            One particular show we used to listen to was “Ang Kwento ni Lola Basyang.”  This means “The Story of Grandma Basyang.”
            These are stories that taught listeners moral lessons such as humility, discipline, respect for God and man, loyalty to the country, etc.
            That particular day, I  was so hungry.  My mother did not make my lunch which was rice sprinkled with salt and wrapped in banana leaves.
            I went to plant rice anyway.  So,  I did not eat the whole day.
            I must have collapsed because when I woke up I was sitting on my mother’s lap. She was trying to feed me some lelut (rice soup).  She boiled her only chicken with some rice to help me regain my strength.
            That experience taught me a lesson that I will remember for the rest of my life.
            The lesson I learned is that if I want something, I can get it.  I wanted the rubber thongs.  I got the rubber thongs.
            My desire to succeed was heightened when I saw a J.C. Penny Catalogue that Norma, one of my classmates’ uncle who joined the U.S. Navy,  sent her.
            I saw handsome Americans.  They all wore  shores. They were so handsome!
            That was when I told myself, “ I am going to America.”
            I found an English Dictionary.  I started memorizing the English Language.
            Here I am.
            I am a Doctor in America.
            I inherited my strength from my ancestors.  One of my ancestors bravely fought a Spaniard who was abusing the Filipinos. At that time, the Spaniards considered Filipinos as soul less Pagans.
            Thus, the Spaniards who at that time colonized my country, were very powerful.
            After he killed the Spaniard he went to jail for  years.
            My grandmother on my mother’s side, I was told, was the one who cleared the land of about 50 acres that became the Sanchez’ Land.
            During that time, there was plenty of land and so few people.  So that anyone who can clear land, was given the title to the land.
            This is the land that was supposed  to be  inherited by my mother.  However, his younger brother, whom my grandfather  left as a trustee, took everything.
            My mother, and his brother, Apolonio died in poverty.
            They did not get to enjoy the land that my grandparents  left for them as inheritance.
            In 1936 when my grandfather died, I was told that the youngest son, the trustee,  took all the carabaos.  I believe there were about sixteen.  He also took  all the land.
            My ancestors planted a lot of fruit bearing trees such as mangoes, etc., on that land so that they have something to sell to earn some money.
            They also sold lumber, gravel, and bulo (bamboo like construction wood).
            My uncle who took all the land  stopped  my mother and Uncle Apolonio to get to the land, which he believed had gold mine buried underneath.
            Then, he and his two children, kidnapped my mother during her senility to make her sign a deed of sale on the land that was still titled in my grandfather’s name.
            Without paying a penny, they borrowed three times from the bank.  They borrowed more than five million.
            When my cousins, the children of Uncle Apolonio asked them to give them their inheritance, they told them that they mortgaged it and that there is nothing that they can do about it because they had no money to pay a lawyer.  Besides,  they can barely print their names.
            Then comes, Udis the Great.
            Udis the Great  hired two lawyers in the Philippines to recover the land.
            After more than sixteen years, Udis the Great won the lawsuit.
            Udis the Great will give the land to the legal heirs who were disinherited by her own Uncle who was her grandfather’s trustee.
            I , Udis the Great recovered my mother’s inheritance, this  blessed year 2015, that my own uncle took since 1936.
            I am Udis the Great!
            Praise you, Lord. 
            I know you are with me. For without you, I  could not have done all these.
            With you, I can do anything.
            Therefore, allow me to fulfill my legacy.
            Help me finish my Juris Doctor of Law Degree.  Help me become a very successful lawyer.  Help me build two universities for the poor on the two pieces of land that I inherited from my father’s side and my mother’s side.
            I will spread your words.       
            I will incubate the children of the poor and help them finish their college education.
            I pray that my country will give me his tired, poor and hungry, I will help them get their college degree.
            I pray in faith, through Christ, our Lord amen.
            Thank you, my Holy Father, You Who have blessed me abundantly, I worship.  Please grant my prayers in Jesus name.  Amen.
            Thank you in advance for granting my legacy, my Lord.
            I build those universities in your name.
            Allelujah!
            Praise you, God.
Allelujah.
Amen.
                                       Udis the Great, Chapter 32
                        Autobiography:  Dr. Udis Sanchez  Manalansan-Lord, Ph.D.
                        `                       Because I Gave
            After I learned to become a meat vendor in Olongapo, at about age 16, I attended  Columban College in the evening.
            I took 21  credit hours every semester.  I gave it all I had.
            At 19, I  graduated with a Bachelor of Arts in English.
            While in college and working  as a meat vendor 7 days a week, I was active in many school activities.
            I was the contributing editor for the  Columban College Paper, and  I was  also active in the theater Arts where I acted on the stage.
            I played Anita in West Side story.  I played another lead role in New Yorker in Tondo.  I was the winner of an Impromptu Speech Contest, I was a member of the Student Catholic Action, etc.
            Afraid of running out of money and being unable to finish college, I was very frugal.  I lived with my aunt and paid her 2 pesos a day to help pay for my food.
            I woke up early.  I worked in the meat market until about noon, depending on when I sell all the pork.
            Then, I went home.  I ate lunch.  I took a nap.  Then, I went to college. 
            I usually did not return home until about ten o’clock in the evening.
            On Saturdays, we had Physical Education where we were given dance lessons.
            One day, while I was taking a nap before I went to school, I could not wake up.  I was afraid that I would miss school.
            I kept trying to move.  My body did not move.
            I was above my body.  I was looking at my body that refused to move.  I very clearly remember the surroundings.
            I remember the bed, the window, the screen on the window, the  brown, wooden floor, and the white walls.
            But most of all, I remember the altar where the statue of the Holy Family was  standing. 
            My aunt, a very religious woman, prayed a lot.  So, there was the statute of the Holy Family standing on top of the dresser drawer that I was directly facing as I woke up every morning so that the first I saw  as soon as I opened  my eyes when I woke up was the statue of the Holy Family.
            So, when  my body was unable to move, I looked  at the statue of the Holy family.  I talked to them. I said, “You can’t take her yet. She has a lot more things to do.”
            I was talking as if my body that I was looking down at was different from the “me” who was talking to the Holy Family and begging them not to take her (my body) yet.
            Then, I saw my body move.
            Now that I am older, I believe that my body is different from the spirit that begged the Holy Family to not take my body (the human part of me) yet.
I can only conclude from this experience that indeed, our body is different from our spirit.
            Therefore, what we are taught in the Catholic Faith, “The resurrection of the body and life everlasting, amen, ” must   refer to the resurrection of the spirit after the body stops moving or is dead.
            It was in this same house where I had another inexplicable experience.
            When I was working as an education specialist for the U.S. Department of Defense, I met a young U.S. Navy,  who, like the other members of the Seventh Fleet,  taught was in love with me.
            For I was young and beautiful then.
            But anyway, he gave me a wooden jewelry box that played music when it was opened.  He was fighting the war in Vietnam at that time.   He wrote me a letter everyday.
            However, the musical jewelry box opened by itself and played music that woke me up at about 2 in the morning. 
            I could not  understand how it could have opened and played music by itself.
            In retrospect, I wonder, if the young man who gave me the jewelry box might have been killed fighting the Vietnam War, and   his spirit opened the jewelry box.
            In that same room, another inexplicable thing happened.
            It was very hot in the Philippines.  I turned on the electric fan to blow on me while I was asleep.
            I woke up soaked in perspiration as if someone poured a bucket of water on me.
            To my surprise, I saw the electric fan plug sitting on top of my bed so that as soon as I woke up it was staring right next to my eyes.
            To unplug the fan, the bed where I was sleeping had to be moved because the plug was behind the bed.
            Nobody moved the bed.
            I was the only one there. Who unplugged the fan?  How could it have been unplugged  without moving my bed?
            If somebody moved my bed to unplug the fan, I would have been awaken.
            When I told my aunt about that incident, she told me to wear the Holy Rosary on my neck wherever I go.
            Today, I still wear a Holy Rosary on my neck.
            Also, in my house, there are Holy Bible, Holy Crucifix, and Holy Rosary in every room.
            Living a very frugal life, after I finished  selling the pork at the Olongapo Public Market, I  deposited to the Philippine National whatever I earned that day.
            The Philippine National Bank had a branch  a walking distance from the market place.
            By the time I was about 18, I was able to save enough money to pay the thousand pesos that my father owed  my other aunt,  his sister.
            His sister he borrowed the money from kept our farm and all the harvest.  That was our only source of income. As a result, my mother had to climb trees with a bolo. She cut them.  Then, she burned them to turn them into charcoal.
            Then, she gathered some fruits, such as mangoes, santol, guavas, and banana leaves.  She took these to Sta. Cruz.  She laid them on the ground to sell them.
            After she sold them, she bought some cabbage, shrimp and some noodles to cook some pancit.
            We ate and felt like Kings and Queens.
            Anyway, after I paid my father’s debt to his sister, we were able to get our farm and harvest from the farm back.
            In retrospect, I should not have been raised poor. My father inherited some land. My mother inherited some land.
            But neither of them really got to enjoy their inheritance because my father’s land was mortgaged to her sister who took all the harvest.
            My mother’s land that she inherited from my grandparents  was taken in 1936 by her own brother, who was her father’s trustee.
            As of this writing, the year of our Lord 2015, I finally won the lawsuit to recover my mother’s inheritance that was mortgaged by my uncle and her daughter for more than five million.
            I will give the share of the legal heir to my grandfather’s land.
            I have no interest in taking what is not mine.  Although I know that my father’s inheritance would still have been in my aunt’s control until today if I did not pay his debt from his sister.
            I also know that my mother’s inheritance would have been foreclosed by the bank if I did not hire two lawyers and paid the bond for the lawsuit every year for about sixteen years.
            Struggling as a single mother in America, that was not easy for me to do.  But, I had to do what is right. I had to defend my parents’ rights because I am the only one in a position to be able to do it.
            Wearing the same shoes and buying clothes from salvage stores and goodwill, I was able to save enough money so that I was able to build a house for my parents when they were alive.
            I was also able to build five houses for my brothers and sisters who lived in shacks like paupers.
            Now, they live in beautiful concrete houses in  my grandfather’s estate that I had divided and titled in their names.
            I give.  I give, and I give some more even when I cannot afford it.   
            I believe it is this giving that results in me receiving the help that I need when I need it.
            I remember, I once was driving in the city.  I was afraid, but I needed to work as a substitute   teacher because I had to earn some money.
            Ever since I was swindled on my mortgage, I had been struggling in paying my bills.
            But anyway, my car died in the middle of the street in the city.
            Two women covered with tattooes, wearing earings on their noses, eyebrows, lips etc., came towards me.
            “I know we look scary. But we’re here to help you.”\
            One of them stopped the incoming traffic.  The other helped  me stir the car away from the traffic towards a little parking lot nearby.
            I called the Police because I was scared.  I used to read in the papers that when you call the city police, they did not come until  five days after you have died.
            However, the policeman came right away.
            He stayed with  me until the tow truck arrived.  He also talked to the driver, took his plate number and said, “Make sure she arrives safely at her destination.”
            I arrived safely.  My  car was fixed.  I got a permanent teaching job in the city.  I did not get killed.
            As a school teacher, I see my job as  a service job.  So that when I see my students and the parents I serve needing my help, I do the best I can.  I even work behind the scenes to help make a just decision.
            As my mother and my teachers in the Catholic Schools taught me. “Always do the right thing whether you think someone is watching or not, because God is watching.”
            They also taught me that whatever I plant is what I reap.  Therefore, if I give goodness, I will receive goodness.
            Father Joe Kemp of Assumption Church also said in one of his Sunday Sermons that every time a person does a good deed, it lights a candle that brightens the world.  So that if everyone does what is right, then, the world will be a happier, brighter place to live in.  but  if  no one does any good deed or does evil, then the world becomes darker and darker. This results in chaos and sadness.”
            Thus, once more, it is proven that believing in God and spiritual strength, the giving, and serving with humility returns to the giver.
            I believe that this is one of the main reason why I was able to transform my dirt poor life as a fieldhand earning fifteen cents a day in the Philippines to become Dr. Udis Lord, Ph.D.,  in America because I loved my parents, I served my parents and my family, and serve humbly everyone as much as I could.
            It is by giving that we receive from the Eternal Source of Goodness.
           
                                          Udis the Great, Chapter 33
                                                       
                        Autobiography of  Dr. Udis Sanchez Manalansan-Lord, Ph.D.
                       Destiny
            If I could turn the hands of time, would I leave my parents and go to the U.S. in search of a better life?
            I most likely would. Why? 
            Because I love them.  I want to be able to help them, my brother,  sisters and our descendants.
            But why am I overwhelmed with sadness every time I remember the pain of leaving them?  Because I was not there to take care of  them in their old age.  Because I did not write to them as often  as I should have when I was struggling.
            Should I have written, and told them how difficult my life was in America? Should I have written  and lied to them and told them that  I am wrapped in gold in America?
            Is it because I was not there when my mother was kidnapped by her own relatives to make her sign a fraudulent deed of sale on her inheritance that was not even deeded in her name yet?
            Is it because by the time I returned home, my mother was already senile and did not recognize me?
            Is it because I left the next day as soon as I was able to get the title on my father’s land that  he wanted me to do which  was why I did everything I can to return home?
            At that time, I left my son in America. How does one live with one foot standing  on top of a mountain, the other standing on top of another mountain that is eighteen thousand miles away?
            Should I have stayed with my parents for a while even in fear of catching malaria and other fatal diseases from the flies that swarmed thick all over my skin, sucking my blood into a cadaver?
            About two months ago before I visited my parents in the Philippines, I heard of a Filipina who died while visiting her relatives in the Philippines because she was no longer immune from the mosquitoes and germs in the Philippines.
            What good would I have been dead for my son I left in America, my   sisters, brothers and their descendants who I wanted to help if I died before I accomplished my goal of helping them?
            Besides, I wanted to finish my education and become a doctor. 
            I refused to die until I accomplish that goal.
            I am a doctor now. 
            I have another goal.
            I want to be finish my Juris Doctor of Law Degree.
I want to   build two universities in my two inherited  land.    The reason my ancestors gambled their land was because they were uneducated.
            The reason my mother did not get her inheritance that was taken by her own brother and trustee was because she was uneducated.
            When I build my universities, all  of the  decendants of my brothers and sisters who want to get a college degree, will be given full grants, scholarships and benefits.
            Even those who are not even related to us, will be given scholarships.    Others will be given different types of financial aid that are similar to the financial aid in educational institutions here in America.
            In retrospect, I  did what I had to do to accomplish my goals for the greater good, for  the greater number of people.
            Perhaps this is my destiny.
            My destiny is to sacrifice myself for  my people.
            I did not go home so that I can build houses for my brothers and sisters.  I live frugally so that I can buy cars for my children and send them to college.
            I sacrifice for the one I love the same way that my mother and father sacrificed for us.
            My father could have sold his inheritance and lived a very luxuriant life.  But he held on to his inherited land so that he can leave it to us as our inheritance.
            Sacrifice is the greatest form of loving.
            But then again, like my sister said. “This is your destiny.  Joseph was sold as a slave and ended up the second most powerful person in Egypt next to the Pharaoh.  He saved his brothers from famine, considering they were the ones who sold him to slavery.”
            Do we indeed have destiny?  Do we not have freedom of choice?
            Perhaps our choices create our destiny.  My choice  to love and sacrifice created my destiny to help my brothers, sisters, recover my mother’s inheritance, and ended up in law school.
            The Lord has the Power to turn our adversities to our advantage.
            So, let it be with me.
            My sacrifices and suffering are turned to my advantage. I help improve the lives of a lot of  people.
            This is my destiny.
            This destiny is to accomplish my goals, by doing so, I am blessed, for I have helped and will continue to help others.
            So, why do I want to finish my Juris Doctor of Law?  There is a tug that pulls, even I cannot stop.
            My  name is called.
            I must obey.
            This is my destiny.
           
           
                                                                                            Udis the Great, Chapter 34
                                Autobiography of Dr. Udis Sanchez Manalansan-Lord, Ph.D.
                                                               The Baby Bar
            I need to pass the Baby Bar before I can proceed with my Juris Doctor of Law Degree.  I do not have the money to pay for the test. 
            I need at least $2,000.00 to register for the law exam, plane ticket, hotel, and food.
            I am praying that the people who are reading my Udis the Great autobiography for free will buy some of my books by going to my homepage, www.drudislord.com
 and go to the “To Order Book” Section.
            I have eight books there I am trying to sell.
            I built this website on December 22, 2014.
            Today, May 12, 2015, one hundred seven thousand pages of my www.drudislord.com website have been read.  I am very disappointed; however, that not one single person bought any book from my website. 
My books are also available through www.Amazon.com , www.Barnes&Noble.com.
So, if you are reading this website and have been following Udis the Great, which is my work in progress, you are the first to read it.
Will you be kind  enough to go to my website, www.drudislord.com, www.amazon.com, or  www.Barnes&Noble.com and buy some of my books?
Also, drop me a note at udislord@aol.com to let me know that you bought my books to help me raise the money that I need to take the Baby Bar so that  I can proceed  with my Juris Doctor fo Law Degree Studies.
Who knows?  We might meet again after I become a lawyer, or maybe a supreme court judge.
You can also buy tons of my books and give them away to friends or as a freebie for your business.
While at the same time, you will be helping me in pursuing my Juris Doctor of Law Degree.
I have faith that if  the Lord wants me to become a lawyer to work for peace and justice, I shall be a lawyer one way or the other.
Remembering my poverty stricken childhood in the Philippines, I still cannot believe that I have become a doctor in America.
Sad to say, though, that because I was victimized by a few mortgage companies, I have never really recovered economically.
I am happy, however, inspite of that, I was able to keep my house, through the Lord’s help.
Likewise, through the Lord’s help, I will find a way to raise the money for me to be able to take and pass the Baby Bar.
This test is one of the most difficult test I have ever taken.
I have taken it twice.  I did not pass it.
            I remember I had to take Statistics three times before I passed it. If I gave up then, after I failed it twice, I would not be Dr. Udis Lord, Ph.D. today.
            Rome was not built in one day.
            It is the struggle which strengthens a man.
            Likewise, taking the Baby Bar towards my Juris Doctor of Law Degree will not break me. It will lead me to something great and beautiful.
            What it is, I do not know yet.
            Although two nights in a row, I dreamed of a baby.
            The first time, I dreamed a woman handed me a newborn baby.  She just gave me the baby.  I took the baby and held it in my two arms.
            Then, I asked the woman who gave me the baby, “What is the baby’s name?”
            “Mary,” the woman answered.
            I interpret my dream that Mother Mary will come to my aid and help me find the money for me to take the Baby Bar,
            Then, two days later, I dreamed of a beautiful little girl.  She was about three years old.  She had a long hair, that flows way below her waist.
            She was gorgeous beyond perfection.
            “What a beautiful doll,” I told myself.  Thinking that she was a doll, because she was sooo gorgeous.
            Then, I realized, she was a real live person.
            I have never seen a person as beautiful as that child in my dream.
            I interpret this dream to mean that something beautiful will come to my life when I do not expect it. It is a surprise. What it is, I really do not know.
            However, my sixth sense tells me that it is in the process of happening as I write.  Perhaps it had already happened.
            Whatever, it is, I am very grateful.
            I am also very grateful that I have the sixth sense to feel its existence and to see it in advance in my dream.
            Wow!  It would  be awesome if someone emailed me to tell me, “I have bought thousands of your books to help you pay for your Baby Bar.   When you become a lawyer, you will be my partner in my law firm.”
            Imagine.  I can already  hear someone calling me,  “Judge Lord.”
            What a daunting, powerful name!
            Was I given this name for this reason.?
            Many times, I hear people ask me, “How did you get such a beautiful, powerful name, “Dr. Lord?”
            “It is a gift,” I answer.
            One colleague told me that it was given to me for a reason.  That I am supposed  to do  something with it.
            Whatever it is, the Lord wants  me to do, I will do with His help.
            Although,  I,  alone as a person, will be unable to do anything.
            With Him I can do anything.
            If the Lord is with me, who or what can stop me?
            So, if the Lord wants me to become a lawyer, knowing that I will not abuse my power, but that I will work for peace, and justice, I will become a lawyer.
            That reminds me.  When I was a student at Columban College, the nuns, our teachers, used to tell us, that we are here to serve humanity.
            At that time, I had no idea what they meant.
            Today, I know.
            We are Christ’s not ours.  So, when we are called. We answer. We hear the call. We will not have  peace until we follow that call.
            That reminds me of the young, handsome, brothers, directors, and priests at Columban College as well as  those I met at Sto. Tomas University where I attended in Manila.
            I used to ask myself, “Why would a handsome young man choose to become a brother,  a priest?  Why would a gorgeous young lady choose to become a nun?
            They are called.  They had to answer.
            Am I being called to become a lawyer?
            I do not know.
            I do know that I never dreamed or wanted to be a school teacher.
            I used to make fun of my classmates who were majoring in education.  I told them, “You will be poor forever.  Teachers do not make any money.”
            Lo and behold.  The Vietnam War broke. I was called to become a teacher.
            The United States Department of Defense needed an Education  Specialist to help the Education Officer serve the Seventh Fleet that was fighting the Vietnam War.
            I was a newly  college graduate. I was nineteen  years old.
            I remember.  I used to climb to the highest level of Columban College. I gazed at the United States Naval Base.
            I watched the  U.S. Military come in and out.
            I wanted so much to get inside that base.
            Lo and behold! As soon as I graduated from college, I was hired to work inside that U.S. Naval Base.
            So let it be with this Juris Doctor of Law Degree.  So, let it be with this  taking the Baby Bar.
            Before I know it, I would already be taking and passing this Baby Bar.
            Who knows?  Before I know it, I will  already be appointed Supreme Court Judge of the United States.
            So, is that why I was given the name “Lord?”
            I will be Judge Lord.
                                        Dr. Lord’s Memoir
                                                Worries
                                                                                        6/27/15
            I was worrying about my bills, my job, my childrens’ safety, our cars breaking down, my roof leaking, etc.
            I was worrying about worrying.
            “Who among you, by worrying can increase your worth by one cubit?
            Look at the lilies of the field.  They neither sew nor weave, and yet they are one of the best dressed flowers in all creation.”
            Those are the Lord’s words that I read from the Holy Bible.
            I have read the Holy Bible from the beginning to the end at least four times.
            Reading it that many times and constantly praying, help me.  When I encounter problems that heavily burden me, something I have read from the Holy Bible comes to my mind. 
            Then, I look at all the blessings that the  Lord has given me.
            From being a fieldhand  in the Philippines, earning fifteen cents a day, I arrived in America penniless. I am now a St. Louis Universiity Graduate with a Doctor of Philosophy in School Administration, have completed my second year Juris Doctor of Law, the author of 8 books, in great physical shape, etc.
            Most of all, the Lord gave me parents who taught me about Him.  For if my parents and my teachers did not teach me about the  Lord, who would I constantly call for help?
            I  then pray for forgiveness for my lack of faith.
            For if I have faith, I should not worry so much.
            Everything has its turn,  just like the seasons of the year.
            Then, I pray and pray repeatedly, “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.  I cannot do it without you.  Father, Abba, strengthen me, and  grant the graces that I had been asking for in faith through Christ our Lord. I thank you Father in advance from granting my prayers. Amen.”
            For further information about Dr. Lord, read From Fieldhand to Ph.D., that is available at www.drudislord.com, www.amazon, and www.Barnes&Noble.
                             Filipinas, the Truth is I Never Left You.
                                    Dr. Udis Lord’s Memoir
                                         
                                        © Udis Sanchez Manalansan-Lord, Ph.D.
For further information about Dr. Lord, read From Fieldhand to Ph.D., Ms. Asia International: Motivation for Success and Happiness that is available at www.drudislord.com www.amazon.com and www.Barnes&Noble.com
            When I was young, in San Pablo, at 6:00 PM. We prayed the Holy Rosary.  Our whole family gathered and knelt in front of our altar.
            Our altar had  the statue of Jesus Christ sitting on  His throne.
            Other statues were that of the Holy Family and other Saints.
            I never saw a fight in San Pablo.
            We respected our elders. When we got mad, we stopped eating and talking. We called it “Tabog,”  This means, angry, quiet in solitude.
            We did not eat, talked or mingled with others until our anger was over.
            In school, there were no fights. We respected our teachers. 
            I never saw a fight in school.  Going to school was a privilege. 
            Oftentimes, our elders told us stories about our ancestors.
            I was told that during that time, there was soooo much land that if you are able to clear the wilderness, the government titled the land in your name.
            I heard that my Grandma Casimira and Grandpa Meliton cleared 40 acres of land that was titled in their names.
            In that land was abundant woods, bamboos, bulo, etc., that were used for building houses.
            I heard that my Grandparents were so generous.  When the poor came to them to ask for some wood, bamboo, etc., to build their houses, they gave freely without turning down anyone.
            When they died, I heard that people from mountain to mountain came and wept.
            That land is the land that my uncle took without giving the inheritance of my mother.
            By the grace of God, after I finished my Ph.D. in America, I helped my grandparents’ poor uneducated descendants to get their inheritance.
            My mother’s own brother, the trustee kept all the land. His daughter and her husband used the title to borrow more than five million from the bank.
            Sixteen years had passed.  I  financed the lawsuit and paid the bonds every year.
            We have won the lawsuit. They keep appealing. 
            This is the second time that they are appealing.
            I am saddened because many of my grandparents, descendants had passed away without getting their inheritance.
            When everything is said and done, I pray that I can give the inheritance to the legal heirs and build universities in my beloved Philippines.
            My mother was unable to get her inheritance because she was uneducated.
            In her memory, and the memory of my ancestors, with the help of God, I pray that I will be able to accomplish my goal of providing  free college education to my people.
            Filipinas, the truth is I never left you.
            I love you.
                                              Yes, I Can
                           Udis Sanchez Manalansan-Lord, Ph.D.
 
                                         www.drudislord.com
           For further information on motivation and success, read Dr. Lord's From Fieldhand to Ph.d., Ms. Asia International:  Motivation for Success and Happiness
            Successful people have the “Yes, I can,” attitude.
            When I was young, dirt poor in the Philippines, I heard that the Russians sent a woman to the moon.  I told my father, “When I grow up, I will go to Russia because I want to go to the moon.”
            “Go to America instead,” my father replied. “They are God fearing people.
            I saw a JC Penny catalogue that my classmate in grade school received from her uncle who joined the U.S. Navy.
            That was when I decided, “America has beautiful people.  Besides, they wear shoes.” My comment was because I never owned shoes.  I was barefooted. The callous on my feet were thicker than the rocks that I stepped on.
            “You can’t even afford shoes, how can you go to America?” the other children asked.
            “Yes, I can,” I answered
            So, I arrived in America.  I  applied for admission at the University of Missouri.  I was turned down.
            I requested to meet personally with the Dean.
            “I have talked to you for an hour telling you, that you cannot be admitted because you cannot pass,” the Dean said.
            “Yes, I can,” I answered. Allow me to enroll as an unclassified student to take three classes.  If  I pass, admit me to the Masters Degree Program.”
            I passed all three classes and graduated with a Masters Degree in Education, major Guidance and Counseling.
            I then started working on my certification to teach English.
            “You cannot possibly get a job teaching English in an English speaking country.  This is your second language. There is teacher attrition,” my adviser told me.
            “Yes, I can,” I answered.
            I was hired by the school where I did my student teaching as soon as I finished my student teaching.
            My Principal appointed me as the assistant swimming coach. He did not know I cannot swim.
            “Yes, I can coach swimming,” I told myself.
            That summer, I taught myself how to swim and kept swimming every day for hours until I was able to swim lapse nonstop for two hours.
            So, by the time, I assumed my duties as an assistant swimming coach, I was able to swim as fast as the top swimmers in the district with as much endurance if not more.
            I applied for the Ph.D. program to various universities.
            Every semester, five years in a row, I was turned  down.
            “Yes, I will be a Ph.D.,” I said, and kept on taking classes as an unclassified student.
            After the fifth year, by the time St. Louis University accepted me, I have already completed most of the research classes from UMSL, which SLU accepted.
            Yes, I am a Ph.D., today.
            I received my Ph.D. in School Administration.  I applied as an administrator. The other applicant was not even tenured.  He had a Bachelor’s Degree.  He was hired.
            Oh well, I do not have blue eyes and blond hair, I suppose.
            But, “Yes, I can have as much income as the administrators,” I said.
            I accepted the fact, that I am an immigrant, a woman, not the favorite type of people to be promoted.
            However, I made it up by being the highest paid teacher in the district because of my Ph.D. and years of experience in the district.
            So, I wrote a book. The publishers turned it down. I said, “Yes, I can publish my book.”
            That gave birth to the Philippine American Educational Press. At this writing, I have written eight books:  From Fieldhand to Ph.D.., Ms. Asia International:  Motivation for Success and Happiness, (book and workbook), Speed Reading and Writing, Teenage Parenting, Understanding ADHD and Other Learning Disabilities, Dream Analysis, Developing Supernatural Human Power, etc.
            I was swindled by two mortgage companies.  They tried to foreclose my house illegally.  I told them, “I’ll see you in court,” knowing I had no money to hire a lawyer.
            I went to a lawyer.  “I need $3,000.00 to read your papers and handle your case,” the lawyer said.
            “Then, I’ll defend myself.”
            “You can’t. You’ll loose.  They have many lawyers.”
            “Yes, I’ll win”
            I  was able to stop the foreclosure.  I kept my house.
            I   tried to call President Obama.  The lady on the other line said, “You are calling the President of the United  States because your house is getting foreclosed?”
            I  wrote to  all the senators, congressmen, etc., about what the mortgage did to try to illegally foreclose my house.
            Today, those companies are gone. 
            A relative, who was my grandfather’s trustee , took all of my mother’s land inheritance in 1936.  I was not suppose to be raised dirt poor.
            After I graduated with my Ph.D. I asked my sister in the Philippines to hire the  two best lawyers to help us get our inheritance back.
            “It happened to so long ago. I wonder if you can recover our inheritance,” she said.
            “Yes, I can.”
            We won the lawsuit.
            The defendants appealed twice. They will lose because they do not have additional evidence to support the fact that my grandfathers’s estate belongs to them, when my mother is his daughter.
            My defending my house from foreclosure forced me to research law.  Thus, representing myself,  I ended up going to law school and winning the landmark case, Lord vs. Pontigon, at the Missouri Courts of Appeal.
            After I retired from teaching, I was looking for a job to support my two children who are in college.
            I was offered a job, “Can you teach Military Science?” the Human Resource asked me over the phone.
            “Yes, I can,” I answered, knowing I know nothing about Military Science.
            “I’ll figure it out when I get there,” I told myself.
            I held that job for a long, long time which led me to meet the Principal who offered me a job that I still have to this day.
            So, I did not pass the Baby Bar for my Juris Doctor of Law Degree.  I  also failed statistics twice when I was working on my Doctorate.  I passed it the third try.
            After I wrote my dissertation and compeleted the statistical analysis, my adviser, Dr. William Rebore of St. Louis University told me.  “Your dissertation passed.”
            Will I pass the Baby Bar?
            “Yes, I can.”
In conclusion, this “Yes, I  can attitude” is what makes some  people succeed, where others fail.
                                                                                                                                                                                   
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                                                                        Constructive Use of Anger
                                        Udis Sanchez Manalansan-Lord, Ph.D.
            Anger is a force that when appropriately channeled could be used to catapult success. 
            Napoleon Bonaparte, I read, was the descendant of a very wealthy family.  But his family lost his wealth.  Therefore, the socialites did not welcome him.
            As a result, he formed his own army. He destroyed his enemies. Then, he declared himself the “Emperor” of France.
            When I was going to high school, I had to walk for two hours from San Pablo to Sta. Cruz to attend Sta. Cruz Central High School.  Then, I had to walk another two hours in the evening to return home.
            I was mocked because of my poverty.  I wore hand me down clothes and  shoes that I had to stuff with newspapers so that they would not fall off my feet.
            When the school had to vote the “Muse,” which means the prettiest girl in the school, as a joke, the students  voted me the “muse.”
            When I passed by the hall, students were pointing at me laughing, holding their bellies, falling off  the floor, yelling, “Muse! Muse! Muse!”
            I was so mad.  I wanted to cry.  I refused to show them that they triumphed in hurting my feelings.
            I did not cry.
            My  anger told my mind,”Show them you are a better person than they are.  Excel  in everything that you do.”
            I graduated first honorable mention in high school.
            When I graduated with a Doctor of Philosophy at St. Louis University in the U.S., the Asian Promotion of North America called me to be crowned  Ms. Asia International Beauty of North America.
            This honor was based on academic excellence, talents in the arts, physical fitness and humanitarian services.
            Likewise, at the Asian American Celebration Month, I was invited as a guest speaker by the U.S. Army Human Resource Command and awarded the Certificate for Inspirational Contribution.
            In conclusion, anger, a very powerful force inspired me to succeed.
            For further information on stress, anger management and ethical decision making, read Dr. Lord’s Excellence Education: Stress, Anger Management, Self-Concept and Ethical Decision Making.
            It provides lesson plans, exercises, activities to teach anger stress, anger management, self-concept development and ethical decision making.
            It is available at www.drudislord.com., www.amazon.com and www.Barnes&Noble.com
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                                       My Suffering, My Strength
                            Dr. Udis Sanchez Manalansan-Lord, Ph.D.
           
            I have suffered gazillion times. Each time more painful than the other.  Yet, I have to remain standing on my own two feet, because I see a lot more suffering to come.  Suffering has become a part of me, which made me a stronger person.
            I remember  in my youth.  We had no food.  My father and I went to the ricefield trying to catch some snails.  We found a few, but not enough.
            To make my father happy, I tried to make him think that we were catching some snails by pretending I was putting some snails in our bamboo basket.  Then, I took  the snails out secretly.  When my father was looking, I put them back to the bamboo basket to make him think that we were catching a lot of snails.
            Perhaps my father knew what I was doing, but he did not say anything.
            I call my mother, the Queen of Pyramids. She was physically and mentally stronger than all the pyramids put together.
            When we had nothing to eat, barefooted, with an ax on her right hand, she climbed trees, approximately five stories high.
            Then she cut them. She then burned them by covering them with hay and mud.
            After three days, she uncovered the burning wood.  She then dug the ground where she burried the burning wood, now turned to charcoal.
            She covered them with dust, and let them stay for three days.
            After three days, she cut some banana leaves. Then she climbed some trees, santol, apple stars, guavas to gather some fruits.
            We walked to the market place.  We laid them on the ground in the heat of the sun. After we sold them, she bought some cabbages, a few shrimp, and some noodles.
            When we got home, she cooked.
            My mother never stopped. She never complained. 
            She washed peoples’ clothes with her bare hands. She took it to the river. The money  she earned she used to pay for my tuition to go to high school.
            The people in the barrio asked  her, “Why are you wasting your money sending your children to school when you cannot afford it?”
            When I finished high school, my mother took me to the city of Olongapo.  She worked as a servant to my cousin’s house in return for him teaching her how to be a meat vendor so that she can send me to college.
            But she did not speak Tagalog, the language in Olongapo.  She also could not see the manual scale.  She needed glasses which she could not afford.
            My cousin chopped a pig’s head and told me to sell it. I earned seventeen pesos. I spent all of the money I earned to buy a flashlight for my father who lived in the barrio.
            I rode the bus that zigzagged through the mountains for three hours.
            There was no electricity in the barrio.,
            We lived in a shack my mother built from discarded aluminum that the U.S. soldiers left behind when they built their barracks.
            The roof was aluminum, the walls were aluminum.  It was hot in the summer. We stayed underneath trees.
            In the monsoon, it rained all the time.  It leaked. Typhoons came. We had to go to our neighbor’s house until the typhoon was over.
            If this occurred at night time, we could not see our way.  That is why I spent my first seventeen pesos I earned to buy a flashlight for my father.
            I learned to be a meat vendor.  I was a vendor during the day and attended Columban College at night.
            After three years, I was able to save enough money to pay the money my father borrowed from his sister.
            His sister who loaned us the money took his inherited land, the source of our food.  
            After I paid my father’s debt, I was sooo happy!!!!  He took a second grade paper and a pencil to  wrote a note saying, “All my inherited land goes to my youngest daughter,Udis, who paid my debts.  Her brothers and sisters can get their inheritance after they pay her what she paid to get my inheritance back.
            I tore the paper and told my father, “Father, I did it for you because I love you. I don’t need to be paid.  It is enough that you got your land back.”
            I love both of my parents dearly.
            But, I left them to find a better life in America so that I can help them.
            After being gone for thirteen years, my father wrote me a letter asking me to come home so that I can get  the titles of his land from my sister.
            I arrived in the Philippines intending to stay there the whole summer. However, I was not used to the mosquitoes and flies anymore. I was scared that I would die because my body was not immune to them anymore.
            So, I only stayed there for two days. Then I left. That was the last time I saw my father and mother. My mother was senile by then.  She did not even recognize me anymore.  I was sad. I did not want to leave.
            “What good am I to my family if I die from the mosquitoes?” I thought.
I grieved. I left.
            Because of the poverty of my family I saw, I made up my mind that I will build them houses and give them money for capital to start their businesses.
            At this writing, I was able to build five houses and give my family some capital to start their businesses.
            Honestly, I don’t know how I was able to accomplish that.  
            The same way  that I do not know how I can build the universities I want to give my people. 
            My people are poor.  Many of them work as servants.  Their children grow to be servants. I want to build a bridge for them to be free from poverty.
            But like I said before, if the Lord wants me to succeed, I will be able to build  universities and give my people free college education.
            The suffering I have endured, which I will keep on enduring, is what fuels the passion in me to build a better life not only for me but for those I love.
            My suffering, my strength weaves my destiny that  I am very grateful for.
            Today, I am Dr. Udis Sanchez Manalansan-Lord, Ph.D., in School Administration, working on my Juris Doctor of Law Degree.
            I am the future Honorable US. Supreme Court Judge Lord.
            I am the future founder of the Lord Sanchez Manalansan University that will free my people from poverty.
            My suffering builds my strength that weaves my destiny.