My Uncle James

Did ya know? I'm Filipina. (like you would know, I don't think I've talked about my ethnicity before...)

Anyways, in the Filipino community, you tend to call other fellow Filipinos that you're tight with - "family." So after awhile, you tend to amass numerous "cousins", "uncles," "aunties"... you get the picture. Throw a handful of "Moms," "Pops", and "Grandmas"... and you pretty much covered multiple families. Then everyone proceeds to get to know everyone's business, good or bad. But they are still the people you learn you can count on, regardless of blood relations or not.

Now, it's turn for you to meet some family. Meet my Uncle James. My friend Babe's uncle. Babe was like my Filipina best friend in high school. I was ALWAYS at hers or her grandmas, or her aunt & uncle's house across the street. We were always laughing and getting into all sorts of funny adventures. Back to Uncle James... he's so cool and so scary at the same time. I remember he had bit of a reputation to be a hard a**, but it was because he truly believes in you and he always knew that you can be better. He coaches, plays, and just loves basketball.

Anyways, he's one of the strongest men I've ever known. He, just recently, had a stroke. He's on the road to recovery, and started a blog to give updates to the people who care and most importantly, to have something to practice his speech. People are highly encouraged by the family to leave any comments, funny memories or just words for inspiration to Uncle James. So he can keep on, keepin' on. (Word on the street is that he's a real trooper and kicking recovery time's a**. But then again, I never had a doubt that he couldn't.)

So, when you feel like doing a good deed, check out this site and leave a little a little note:
My Uncle James