Bitter-sweet

This is the taste I have wrapping down my USA voyage, as I celebrate the last Sunday on American soil, in St. Ladislaus Parish in Hempstead, Long Island. The first Sunday after my arrival to the States left a scar on my heart, as it was the day my things were stolen from the closet in the sacristy of the Presentation parochial church in Stockton. Today, on my last Sunday, I feel much better, experiencing the warmth of the welcome and genuine kindness of pastors and the parochial community...

Hope Up

I was notified yesterday by my friends in Stockton not to raise hopes up, though the suspect of the theft of my bag at Presentation Catholic Church in Stockton two weeks ago was caught yesterday. I do hope that my documents will still be recovered and returned to me. There are many people praying for this and I am so overwhelmed and grateful to them for this support. This is the link to the Channel 10 news on the developing story.

Prayers appreciated for the successful recovery of my docs!

Chill Down My Spine

My buddy from Stockton sent me this link. I just felt sick in my stomach. But I have to get over it. Still, this picture evokes bad memories and feelings of vulnerability, helplessness and invasion of my privacy...

This Is When The Real Fun Starts..

Ok, so this is the morning after... Need to get down to the police station to get their statement with the case number and do some passport photos while I'm still here in Stockton, CA, so I can proceed to Los Angeles to get the ball rolling...You gotta love this stuff...

Setback

One little thing can change the whole scheme of things or simply turn them upside down. This is what exactly happened just a few hours ago. As I wrote in my preceding post, I went to Presentation Catholic Church here in Stockton, CA, to celebrate Mass for all those intentions of my and others hearts I mentioned there. So this is what I did...