You could hear a pin drop…
Jocelyn Galura’s 60 Minute Address at Auckland NZICC Convention Center
“I never thought of it that way – that my mother was a whore and we seven siblings ‘Untouchables’. I was proud of the Galura household. We didn’t visit the dump for food – not even for the rat meat which was a staple for some families. Mama Evelyn said those people would die young, and they did. Maybe they died of other stuff too, but how would I know. I was seven. Mama was my Google. All I could do back then was observe. The families who ate that meat died quickly. That much I saw with my own eyes. Mama was a wise one and the most loving human being I have ever known.”
“We believed Mama. Before Papa Tamir killed himself with booze he would make from the decaying plant life in the dump, and whatever GinPom he could steal, I remember home-cooked meals with real food. It smelled good. Papa put secure locks on our door, so we only had a few break-ins each year. Really only two, and Papa killed those guys. Word was out on the street, around the dump, and along the river, ‘Don’t even think about robbing the Galura’s.’ That helped our family later on, when Papa left earth. The Galura house was taboo for theft.”
You could hear a pin drop!
Mouths that were not accompanied by a dropped jaw were at least wide open. Except for the wait staff, most all of the audience was composed of wealthy Aucklanders, half in the $70,000-$100,000 USD range, another quarter of the crowd above $200,000. It was as if making any noise at all, even breathing, could bring a hex on them. Maybe be cast into Hell or worse – into a Metro Manila dump barrio next to the Galura’s and their rat-eating neighbors. So naturally, it took “the seven hundred” by surprise when Jocelyn flashed her initial slide on the screen to start her formal presentation, “Getting the Most out of Every Day”.
Her first slide held one word – GRATEFUL. “When you awaken tomorrow morning, look into the heavens and say, ‘Thank you Heavenly Father for my abundance and for this new day in which you allow me to find purpose.’”
iPads and writing screens, even a paper notebook or two snap open.
GRATEFUL…Got it. What’s next?
“It took me a couple years to awaken this way – with gratitude. When I would cry with hunger, Mama would say, “Let your food be what we bring home to the babies, Jocelyn. Focus on the time we have. When I please the men, run faster home with the money to Carmalita so you are here for my next customer. If I make four appointments instead of three, there is food for you and me and Carmalita too. By age nine I never missed helping Mama keep her four appointments. The men did not always pay as promised, but often they did, and we all ate that night. The next morning, I was not so hungry as the day before, and I found Mama’s prayer had meaning. I began looking for how else I could help her raise our family.
“Thank you, Heavenly Father, for my abundance and for this new day in which you allow me to find purpose.”
Before moving on, Jocelyn, now all of 18 years old, added a filter to the word GRATEFUL. Below the word in reddish hues was a photo of the “Galura Dump” with rats as prevalent as the human beings hunting them down. A boy not more than six was crying from a bite he had obviously just received. The audience shrieked – visibly and audibly. “Mama was a wise one, yes?”
The second filter was resplendent in brilliant colors, featuring a rainbow as God’s promise. “He is even wiser, yes?” Guests began to take stock of this young Pinay, to actually look at her facial features, how she was dressed, and how she moves. Her soft yellow traje de mestiza flows charmingly around her 5’1’ slender frame and pert breasts. No makeup but a light tan hue to die for and teeth as white as snowfall on a clear winter day on Michigan’s Upper Peninsula. “Obviously, she can afford a dentist now,” suggested one attendee to his wife.
“Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww, please awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww, please no! Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!!” The audience jumped from their seats as Jocelyn’s scream filled the hall and pierced their ears AND sensibilities. It was Jocelyn’s voice but Mama’s scream.
Jocelyn continues, “By age 11-12-13, I could not bear my mother’s pain. Most men were polite or at least quick, but maybe twice a month we would find a monster. And usually those were the men who did not pay. Sometimes my mother could not finish her workday and we would go home hungry. When the babies would see Mama that way, they did not understand of course, but they knew that somehow her injuries were related to their not getting fed.”
“I would run to a corner with a blanky over my head and sob. Mama would sit beside me and say, ‘Tomorrow’ is such a beautiful word, Jocelyn. Tomorrow we will all eat. I will wash now and thank the Lord for keeping us together as a family and giving us a daily opportunity. He has shown me how to avoid cruel men. I must use that knowledge. You can help evaluate them too, My Love.’”
Then she would dance, even with her occasional injuries.
And laugh and grab my hands to join her. We would sing – always my favorite songs, and before long, Carmalita, Dalisay, Rescheil, Diwa, Mirikit, and even Baby Angelo would join in. It tired us enough to make it another day when we would eat once more. Mama took extra care to wash her body, her clothes, fix her hair, and smell heavenly. By my age 16, I was doing those things for her as she had fallen sick and was weakening rapidly. How could we all not be GRATEFUL?
“So the first step in Getting the Most out of Every Day is when you awaken tomorrow morning, look into the heavens and say, ‘Thank you Heavenly Father for my abundance and for this new day in which you allow me to find purpose.’”
Next week in our third visit together, we will add Jocelyn’s second key to making each day a powerhouse for human success and happiness as we bring her sweet and powerful medicine to a beautiful world in need. In doing so, we will be Getting the Most out of Every Day.
MUMPA Lawrence Durbin, is an award-winning essayist, and Best Selling Author. A connoisseur of mysteries and thrillers, he writes extensively on the fantasy of all fantasies – human immortality.
1000 Years of Talks with God, Science and Methuselah Speak! , release date November 15, 2021, is being relaunched by popular demand with a trilogy of thrillers to follow, each illuminating a newly-discovered aspect of human immortality.
Mumpa became interested in the twin mysteries of physical and spiritual immortality thirty-five years ago while living in St. Augustine, Florida near the site of Ponce de Leon’s 1513 discovery, the Fountain of Youth.
He is a participating member of American Writers and Illustrators. MUMPA received his degree in Education and Government from Kent State University and a CFP degree from the College for Financial Planning in Denver, Colorado. He has been a CFP instructor at the University of Akron, operated a 14-person firm for a dozen years, and has traveled the globe extensively, asking the question we all end up asking at some point in our lives…
Is that all there is?
Fortunately for the rest of us, MUMPA answers that question convincingly with unimpeachable proofs, thrills, and a fast-paced, entertaining style…
NOT BY A LONG SHOT!