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Editor's corner/ Over a cup of tea
Heidi M. Pascual*
Publisher & Editor
* 2006 Journalist of the
Year for the State of
Wisconsin (U.S.-SBA)
Publisher & Editor
* 2006 Journalist of the
Year for the State of
Wisconsin (U.S.-SBA)
Thanksgiving Thoughts
The homily (sermon) of a guest priest (actually a monsignor) in North Fairview’s Divine Savior
Parish Church during the 9:30 a.m. mass on Oct. 10 centered around the gospel which talked of
Jesus Christ’s healing 10 lepers and only one returning to thank Him. The monsignor highlighted the
ingratitude of people in general who have been receiving blessings from heaven, then he challenged
church attendees to look at themselves and see if they’re one of those “lepers” who had forgotten to
thank Jesus after they were completely healed. I was touched and felt that sometimes I am guilty of
that, although most times I thank God for many things I receive and the people He allowed me to love
and know. The monsignor also talked about a Filipino saying: “Ang hindi lumingon sa
pinanggalingan, hindi makakarating sa paroroonan,” which translates, “If you don’t look back to
where you came from, you will never reach your destination.” Then he lamented about many known
cases of old parents, especially those with Alzheimer’s Disease, being maltreated and ignored by
their children. He stressed that we should always love our parents and be thankful to them for we
won’t be here if not for them. I say, Amen.
I truly thank God for my life, my parents, my children and grandchildren, my siblings, and everyone
who makes up my world (which has expanded to embrace loved ones and friends from a number of
continents.) For me, loving them deeply is the best way to show my thanks for their being part of my
life. Praying for their health and happiness is on top of my list, and being there physically for them
(whenever possible) is a strong second.
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The homily (sermon) of a guest priest (actually a monsignor) in North Fairview’s Divine Savior
Parish Church during the 9:30 a.m. mass on Oct. 10 centered around the gospel which talked of
Jesus Christ’s healing 10 lepers and only one returning to thank Him. The monsignor highlighted the
ingratitude of people in general who have been receiving blessings from heaven, then he challenged
church attendees to look at themselves and see if they’re one of those “lepers” who had forgotten to
thank Jesus after they were completely healed. I was touched and felt that sometimes I am guilty of
that, although most times I thank God for many things I receive and the people He allowed me to love
and know. The monsignor also talked about a Filipino saying: “Ang hindi lumingon sa
pinanggalingan, hindi makakarating sa paroroonan,” which translates, “If you don’t look back to
where you came from, you will never reach your destination.” Then he lamented about many known
cases of old parents, especially those with Alzheimer’s Disease, being maltreated and ignored by
their children. He stressed that we should always love our parents and be thankful to them for we
won’t be here if not for them. I say, Amen.
I truly thank God for my life, my parents, my children and grandchildren, my siblings, and everyone
who makes up my world (which has expanded to embrace loved ones and friends from a number of
continents.) For me, loving them deeply is the best way to show my thanks for their being part of my
life. Praying for their health and happiness is on top of my list, and being there physically for them
(whenever possible) is a strong second.
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help but thank her for planting the seed of love for journalism in
my heart. Writing and editing are the best skills I learned in high
school that have been of great help to me until now. Thank you,
Miss Consignado, wherever you are.
Asian Wisconzine is the fruit of that seed, so I hope she
would be proud of her accomplishment (through me) in a way.
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Asian Wisconzine is six years old, and my baby won’t have
survived this long without my friends and family in Wisconsin
and Illinois who help me write articles and columns, particularly
Jonathan Gramling; Paul and Atsuko Kusuda; Laura Salinger
and family; Shang Zuo; Debbie Tewes; John Pinto; Karyl
Richson; Terry Manley; Mei-Feng Moe; and Jian Ping. I also
would like to thank Agnes Cammer; Sharyl Kato; P. Emraida
Kiram; Lakshmi and Shree Sridharan; and organizations such
as the Association of Indians in America, Wisconsin Tamil
Sangam (WITS), Nepali American Friendship Association (NAFA),
Philippine-American Association of Madison and Neighboring
Areas (PAMANA); Filipino American Association of Wisconsin
(FAAWIS); Organization of Chinese in America (OCA); and some
other groups whose names have escaped my mind at the
moment. They have supported Asian Wisconzine in so many
ways! Thank you, too, to all our interviewees and those who
invited us for coverage. They have become a source of
inspiration for our community. Of course, I thank my son,
Dennis, for helping me shoot pictures and videos, and deliver
the magazine when it was still being printed. Finally, my eternal
gratitude to Asian Wisconzine’s loyal advertisers for believing
in our mission and reaching out to the Asian American
community in Wisconsin: MG&E, Willy Street Coop, Becker Law
Office, Madison College HR, Dane County HR, Oakwood Village
Retirement Homes, Physicians Plus, Group Health Cooperative,
Wisconsin Union Theater, WEA Trust, St. Mary’s Hospital, some
State departments, and many others. Thank you, thank you,
thank you! May God Bless all of you!
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my heart. Writing and editing are the best skills I learned in high
school that have been of great help to me until now. Thank you,
Miss Consignado, wherever you are.
Asian Wisconzine is the fruit of that seed, so I hope she
would be proud of her accomplishment (through me) in a way.
**********
Asian Wisconzine is six years old, and my baby won’t have
survived this long without my friends and family in Wisconsin
and Illinois who help me write articles and columns, particularly
Jonathan Gramling; Paul and Atsuko Kusuda; Laura Salinger
and family; Shang Zuo; Debbie Tewes; John Pinto; Karyl
Richson; Terry Manley; Mei-Feng Moe; and Jian Ping. I also
would like to thank Agnes Cammer; Sharyl Kato; P. Emraida
Kiram; Lakshmi and Shree Sridharan; and organizations such
as the Association of Indians in America, Wisconsin Tamil
Sangam (WITS), Nepali American Friendship Association (NAFA),
Philippine-American Association of Madison and Neighboring
Areas (PAMANA); Filipino American Association of Wisconsin
(FAAWIS); Organization of Chinese in America (OCA); and some
other groups whose names have escaped my mind at the
moment. They have supported Asian Wisconzine in so many
ways! Thank you, too, to all our interviewees and those who
invited us for coverage. They have become a source of
inspiration for our community. Of course, I thank my son,
Dennis, for helping me shoot pictures and videos, and deliver
the magazine when it was still being printed. Finally, my eternal
gratitude to Asian Wisconzine’s loyal advertisers for believing
in our mission and reaching out to the Asian American
community in Wisconsin: MG&E, Willy Street Coop, Becker Law
Office, Madison College HR, Dane County HR, Oakwood Village
Retirement Homes, Physicians Plus, Group Health Cooperative,
Wisconsin Union Theater, WEA Trust, St. Mary’s Hospital, some
State departments, and many others. Thank you, thank you,
thank you! May God Bless all of you!
*******
Thanksgiving is fast approaching; thus it’s timely to list down people and groups who have touched our lives in many ways during
the year.
A former high school classmate who now lives in Seattle recently contacted me on FaceBook and wrote about how he enjoyed
reading my editorials and feature stories. He remembered how serious I was in our Journalism class back then, and how good our
teacher was! He even remembered her last name. I wrote him back, expressing my appreciation for his note, and telling him that I
remember the full name of our teacher, “Miss Angelita Consignado,” because despite the fact that it was almost 40 years ago, I can’t
the year.
A former high school classmate who now lives in Seattle recently contacted me on FaceBook and wrote about how he enjoyed
reading my editorials and feature stories. He remembered how serious I was in our Journalism class back then, and how good our
teacher was! He even remembered her last name. I wrote him back, expressing my appreciation for his note, and telling him that I
remember the full name of our teacher, “Miss Angelita Consignado,” because despite the fact that it was almost 40 years ago, I can’t
