It’s actually a photo of my Dad (with hat) and my uncle Nard (who is now an accomplished doctor) which was taken by a photographer from the National Geographic and subsequently published in that magazine nine years before my Mom brought me out into this world.
According to my Dad, the picture was taken at the Nichols Air Base (Villamor Air Base to the latebloomers). They were supposed to participate in a competition for the best model airplane. Unfortunately the event was postponed without their knowledge. But this misfortune led to this fortunate event – they unwittingly got themselves into the pages of National Geographic.
This turn of events was undoubtedly a blessing in disguise. Many things in life are such – we don’t get things that we want, but we always get things that we need. The trouble is that we often go into a let-down feeling when we don't get what we want, instead of discerning the essence of what we get in terms of what we really need in life.
As I always say, life is truly a matter of perspectives.
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