Stories From My Garden: DS with INTARMED 2023 Classmates & Friends

Friday, March 31, 2017

DS with INTARMED 2023 Classmates & Friends - Mar. 2017

Eighth month in pictures of DS and his INTARMED 2023

classmates in the UP College of Medicine ---

Thank you for blessing our son with

kind blockmates, good professors,

and generous opportunities, dear Lord. :)

{Photos courtesy of DS's iMED 2023 classmates and

Upperclassmen friends from the College of Medicine}

Mediscene 2017: Hero - "Si Mabait", Mar. 17, 2017

UP Medical Students' Society's Grand COWS
Culminating Activity, Mar. 25-26, 2017

(Pics not allowed to be posted)
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DS's University Scholar Merit Award Letter, Mar. 31, 2017

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God's Bouquet

You must bloom where you are planted,
In the garden we call life,
And bring some special beauty,
To each corner where there's strife.
Perhaps you're but a dandelion,
Wishing you were a rose,
Yet in this place of growingthings,
You're the one God chose.
It's up to you to finish,
What the good Lord has begun,
By growing just the way youshould,
And face each day's new rising sun.
There's room for you if you choose,
To be in a glorious array,
Of beauty from God's garden,
That He'll add to His bouquet.

I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:--
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company!
I gazed -- and gazed -- but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

William Wordsworth (1815)