THE LOVE OF JCOR

[Tinkered memories on December 16, 2011 at 4:25pm]

All smiles were the faces yesterday in the 39th Community. Their hearts leapt for joy, thus, every spirit was jolly. They had all the reasons in the world why happy they were so. The love of JCOR was back (!) through his gift with an old trademark “Montaño.”

As much as I love to reveal the identity of JCOR, I need prior permission first from him whom we all adore. I will run out of words to describe him exactly.  It’s because for all his kindness I could write a book already.

The man is beyond compare, so far better than all known superlatives in this world. When he led ‘em for some years, vast pride, honor and glory did he bring in and mold.

He was their supreme leader, not an arrogant boss, a manager nonpareil, every subordinate’s toast.  He led by example, his actions were his words. He never said “I” but “we,” his every transaction aboveboard.  With him at the helm, the Community didn’t stop learning a thing day to day. ‘Twas as if they were working while with pure interest taking up Masters’ Degree.

When, for any other reason, one happened to be absent for just only one day, expect him to lose forever a sizeable portion of his life like he’d gone half-crazy.  JCOR is Monching Magsaysay and Claro M. Recto combined, if Abe Lincoln and Jack Kennedy wouldn’t jive. He dispensed justice judiciously in the community as a chancellor. But with ‘delicadeza,’ reason, common sense and wisdom, without fear or favor. It didn’t matter to him whether you’re the lowly needy, or, as we always fear of to lead, the high and mighty.

For me, his greatest virtue was, is, his eternal kindness to mankind and special heart for the poor and starving. He’s likewise my classic example that we can really give without loving but we can’t love without giving. But since nothing in this planet is a permanent domain, he turned out later as the Community’s loss and became Makati City’s gain.

How I wish I’d be given another chance to be commissioned for another tour of duty under the tutelage of JCOR. For even if assigned in the kitchen, in the lawn yard or laundry there’d be still badge of honor. And I know with him as my lord, it’d always be great to be a servant as money isn’t an issue for me. I will just walk his talk in dealing with the poorest of the poor, serving pro bono, gratis et amore.

Sometimes I ponder over what title I’d address him for the satisfaction of all.  It’s long overdue upon him be bestowed a coveted title, The Most Honorable.

Merry Christmas, JCOR…