careful...careful...

After Dom told me, in his text messages, the incident that happened the other day in the dirt road going out of the monastery wherein his co-monk's car fell off the deep ditch (thanks God, it did not fall the cliff) on the hillside, and he came to rescue by pulling the dumped Blazer out the ditch and in the end his Xterra fell off too because it just couldn't pull the poor Blazer out of the ditch, I told him in my text messages that he should exercise extra effort to be very very careful in driving especially in that damn thirteen and a half mile slimy, snowy, mushy slippery dirt road leading to the first signs of civilization in New Mexico.

I understand that he needed to respond to a change in his lifestyle when he came over United States, and that was unavoidable and inevitable as he needed to adapt to his new environment.

I recalled to him that in the Philippines, he never drove the streets of Manila simply because public transport was bountiful and anywhere he went, he would only get a taxi cab or a passenger bus or a jeepney to get to the malls or to report for work in school.

I told him that it is only in the Philippines where jeepneys are crowding for passengers. But, all these, he left behind when he came to the USA to join Religious life- a different kind of lifestyle.

He was grateful to my reminders and advice especially after viewing these images that i sent in his email: