November 28, 2009
A number of DAUSA members took a respite from a long Thanksgiving weekend to pay their last respect and attend the memorial service of a good friend and fellow member, Winston Misa held Saturday, November 30, 2009 at the St. Peter and St. Paul Catholic Church in Alta Loma, California.
Winston was the husband of Pat Osmena-Misa, DAUSA’s first Educational Mission Coordinator. The Misa couple was the first to come forward when the Adopt-a-Student Project was initiated in 2000. They readily volunteered to sponsor 10 DAUSA scholars who all graduated from a 4-year bachelor’s degree in Education from the Cebu State College – Danao City Campus. Because of their admirable example others followed, and to date over 50 students have been helped and currently employed, mostly as public school teachers.
Winston died in Malaga, Spain on November 13, 2009, on the 6th day of their 15-day European tour. (Below is an article in the Freeman, written by Winston’s friend, and fraternity bro, Boy Regner Mercado)
|Everybody dies…nobody dies
By Boy Regner Mercado (The Freeman) Updated November 28, 2009 12:00 AM
CEBU, Philippines - “Everybody dies…Nobody dies.” In deep pain, I write for the sudden passing of a friend of mine, Winston Escanilla Misa, president of the KMTri-E Foundation. He died on November 13, 2009 while on vacation in Spain with his wife, the former Pat Osmena, a close relative of the Almendras clan of Danao. He had a heart attack. Death came like a thief in the night. Pat lost a soulmate and their daughters Kim and Pearl lost a loving father. I lost a dear friend. When death came, Winston was 66 years old.
“Everybody Dies…Nobody Dies.” As I hugged Pat, I felt deep loss just like the feeling I had when I lost my wife 19 years ago to a mugger’s bullet. Pat lost someone so close to her, who loved her and protected her through all these years. Winston was a good husband, a provider, a loving father, and a friend. Through the eyes of his daughter Pearl, I see Winston’s inquisitive when we analyzed a problem at hand. The somehow strict countenance of Kim, his other daughter, reminds me of the time he admonished me for being out of line in ribbing a fellow brother who hails from Bohol. All I said then was “Forgive me…Mea Culpa, Mea maxima culpa,” and he answered, “Amen.”
“Everybody Dies…Nobody Dies.” Winston was a professed conservative and I will always be a liberal. But it never bothered us. We talked of things that unite us rather than of things that divide us. Winston was smart and bright. He can discuss in an intelligent and rational way what works and how to make it work. He can grasp and understand the writings of Stephen Hawking about how the universe came to be and could understand what Mark Twain wants to convey in his works.
He went to UP Diliman and then finished his Mechanical Engineering degree at USC. He joined General Milling Corporation in Lapulapu City after passing the board in 1965; sometime in 1969, the family migrated to the U.S. He studied for a time at UCLA and took the Professional Engineering (P.E.) California State Examination. He was a licensed California P.E. At the time of his death, he was connected with HMC Architectural and Engineering and was tasked in evaluating and assessing drawings, and writing engineering specifications. He will be missed…and he will not die as long as he is remembered for his works….the underground subways in Los Angeles, the international airports in Ontario and Los Angeles Airports, the Kaiser Hospitals, and various school constructions.
November 24, 2009
Danao City Court Awards Joe and Stella the Adoption of a Twin Boys
When my friend Joe Campo said to me a year ago, he was initiating a legal processs of adoption – for a twin toddlers – my first reaction was “are you serious”!
For sometime all we talked about was about our retirement – enjoy life as we get closer to our individual departure area.
Joe Campo, a pillar of our association and always a generous supporter of the DAUSA Medical Mission is a U.S. citizen residing in Texas for over 30 years, happily married to Stella, a beautiful American-Mexican. The couple has two married children and grandchildren.
Soon, my good friend Joe will be a dual citizen – officially a senior citizen – as he turns 60 in a few m onths. He is now entitled to some perks seniors enjoy, like a 10% discount at restaurants.
But Joe is no ordinary 60 years old, as one having high blood pressure, high cholesterol, diabetes, arthritis or suffering from backaches, etc. My friend does not have any of those.
Except for the hair that was gone many years ago, he’s fit, as if he’s only half his age, even bikes long distance. He recently participated in a 80-mile cycling fundraiser – from Freeport to Houston.
A mutual friend of ours voiced his belief the twins could be Joe’s own from another woman in Danao, perhaps from a young girl working at Mitsumi.
I said “that’s impossible. Joe would never do anything stupid to hurt his wife and children. I knew him well”.
Joe used to be an altar boy; we both studied at the San Agustin Seminary in Manila. At first, he did want to become a priest, like his idol, Fr. Alfeo Manalili, but for some reasons he left after two years.
He was looking for some adventures while still young and single; so became a seaman, a way he could travel and see the world. Then he ended up in Texas where he met and married his wife, Stella.
Joe narrated how the adoption thing happened and he laughed when I told him some of our friends believed he was the biological dad.
“The twin boys were born Sept. 7, 2008, two days old when we arrived Danao on Sept. 9th, for the DAUSA Medical Mission.
“The biological parents were jobless, having 3 daughters: 18, 16 and 12 years old. The twins were delivered by caesarian at the Vicente Sotto Medical Center. Although it is a government hospital, and said to be a free for indigent patients, yet medicines, surgical supplies, blood transfusion, etc. are not free.
“So, that’s where we came in, tried to help out and paid all the bills, so that mother and her twin boys could be saved and be home safe. The mother was 42 years old when she delivered two healthy boys. She is also blood related on my father’s side (first degree cousin).
“We thought our rescue effort was over when mother and the twins got discharged from the hospital and came home. Unfortunately, that was not the case. At 42 years old, the mother’s breast milk could not sustain two hungry infants with good appetite.
“So, the Good Samaritan that I was, got into action again by providing them with powder milk to keep the infants nourished and as well as diapers. A month later the parents and grandparents asked us if we are interested in adopting the twins and without hesitation my wife agreed right away without even consulting me.
“After knowing the facts I said to my wife, “don’t you realize that we are going to start raising kids all over again in our golden years?”
“A year had passed, we never felt any regrets adopting those boys. Really who can say no to those angels. At their age – Joseph Anthony and Mathew Philipp have given us so much joy and made Stella and me feel like a young Mom and Dad again.
“Now, we are just waiting for the US Immigration to give us the okay to pick them up and bring them home. For us it is not a long process but just too many papers to fill out and submit, and frankly preparing those of immigration documents is far more hassles than changing diapers.”
I have no doubt Joe will see his twin boys graduate high school, send them to college, and be at their wedding.
Then he’ll retire from raising more kids at 90.