USTHS80 and that Place at
the Back of Q.I.
By: Yna V. Torres
I am 42 years old. In my
youth, Q.I. (Quezon Institute) meant a
place where all the convalescing
tisikos(tubercular) were confined.
And lest you inhale their infectious
collective expiration, one holds ones
breath whenever ones car passes that
stretch and what was then known as
Espana Extension. In those days,
air-conditioned cars were rare, car
windows were rolled down as to allow the
wind to breeze through and cool its
passengers. And mind you, it was not a
short stretch, for Q.I. then sits on
approximately 15 hectare piece of
property. Through the years, we
became witness to its gradual decay as
little money may have been apportioned
from the national budget for its upkeep
and indigent patients could not well be
charged the necessary rates to keep it
spic and span. However, in the
nineties, the PCSO (Philippine Charity
Sweepstakes Office) rented a portion of
the compound and the place has had its
long overdue facelift.
Last February 26, 2005,
my UST High School class of 1980 held
its Silver Jubilee; the most successful
in attendance and enthusiasm. The last
year and half witnessed successive
events cooked up and gamely participated
in by its members. From videokes, to
sorties to Tagaytay and Jala-Jala, to
badminton tournaments, to sponsoring
Career Talks for its alma mater, endless
bienvenidas and despedidas for visiting
classmates from abroad, gift-giving and
outreaches, to having a most colorful
e-group in town, to creating a website
that will give any darn good website a
run for its money. The passion is
boundless, the bonding enviable, and the
reunions endless. This is no
propaganda (although we have among us
two recipients of the Thomasian Best
Alumni Award; namely- Leonardo Riingen
for Science and Technology, and Joselito
Sayson for Health-Allied field) for this
is not to boast of members who made
good, but of the kind of people they’ve
become. We marvel amongst ourselves
as to how we are able to keep the group
happy together and functioning as a team
considering the middle-aged egos we
carry with us.
But what is at the back
of Q.I.? At the back of Q.I., is a
place designed to warm the hearts of the
jaded. At its back most lot, is a haven
hosting very sick and very poor
children, mostly stricken with cancer of
all names, receiving chemotherapy while
far from their poverty-stricken homes in
the provinces. This is a half-way home
put up by its founders to provide this
downtrodden refuge while they undergo
treatment, beg and scour for sponsors
from various socio-civic agencies, from
elected officials armed with social
funds and private donors. It is called
the Child House. In our many
visits, we have discovered, to our
gladness, this place is more than a
pit-stop for its transient patients but
a place of healing, if not of the body,
then of the soul. It is a place of rest
where compassion and dedication thrive,
and ironically, where hopes, smiles and
dreams flourish.
What makes the place
magical in spite its misery? The
children, of course! Their smiles and
optimism will shame indifference or
pity. Don’t give them your pity, share
with them their unshakable belief that
they too deserve a bright life before
them! Or at least a good shot at it.
Often life is wasted on the
non-essentials as we fail to realize its
value, while they battle for life
itself. Yet even this mortal struggle
can not take away the child from each
one of them, and here, lies their charm
and magic. Infirmed and frail, they
emanate healing force to any Good
Samaritan who’d find their way to their
home of refuge. Beware of kids, they
will wring your hearts.
Last March, our class
begun our mission outreach for this
place – and we are hooked. At first we
merely wanted palliative help by
supplying them with milk, diapers and
other necessities. Gradually, however,
we can close our eyes no longer to their
dire need for medicines and sponsors or
donors for their costly treatments. The
case of this child aptly called Mercy
was brought to us; acute lymphocytic
leukemia coupled with Down Syndrome, and
the class took mercy. She opened the
door for us to take a closer look at the
plights of the others, she opened the
doors of opportunity for her fellow
patients to be succored and opened the
wide door of generosity latent in most
of us, moving our group to seriously
consider adopting this community and
providing holistic help. Funds will
always be in short supply, need will
always overwhelm available resources but
love abounds and it is the best
medicine.
Far removed from poverty,
nestling in relative comfort and with a
little excess, we found kinship in this
place scant of all necessities. The
silent longing for simplicity stilled
and child-like faith revived; yearnings
hinted in our unmatched devotion to be
around each other. To rekindle ties
made during our youth when we were
accepted for simply who we were. And
while we offer the children
our laps of charity, they embrace us
with glee; their form of gratitude.
On the average, our batch
mates are 42 years old. I am 42. It’s
a cliché that life begins at 40, that it
is a cliché is most likely because it is
true. Along EDSA was a huge billboard
for a popular cosmetic surgery clinic
with gorgeous Zsa-Zsa Padilla as its
model. It declares – 42 never looked
this good. I am 42, and I declare – 42
never felt this good!
The author is a member of
the USTHS Batch80 and finished A.B.
Philosophy in the same university. She
is now a mother of four, and is in the
restaurant and real estate business.