March 2nd, 2008 by pyugs

Courtesy: gmanews.tv
29 February 2008

Snatchers strike at Tondo mass for Lozada


CITY OF MANILA, Philippines -

Snatchers took advantage of the crowd attending the mass for truth for
ZTE witness Rodolfo Noel Lozada Jr in Manila’s Tondo district Thursday
night, stripping three journalists and Lozada’s lawyer of their
respective mobile phones.

In a complaint report, SPO4 Roberto Jimenez of Manila Police District’s
Station 2 said three broadcast journalists reported the loss of their
cellular phones during the mass and candle-lighting ceremony for Lozada
in front of the Sto. Niño Church around 9:30 p.m.

The complainants are: GMA’s Michael Fajatin, who lost two cellular
phones with a combined estimated worth of P55,000; ABS-CBN’s Jose Maria
Villarama II, who lost a mobile phone worth P30,000; radio dzMM’s
Dennis Datu, who similarly lost a mobile phone.

In a report, radio dzBB said aside from the three journalists, Lozada’s
lawyer Reynaldo Princesa likewise lost his cellphone while attending
the event.

None of the perpetrators in the four separate snatching incidents were reported caught.

MPD Station 2 head Supt. Mario Espino said the big crowd that attended
the mass organized for Lozada Thursday night likely made it easy for
the thieves to strike. 

March 2nd, 2008 by pyugs

Courtesy: ABS-CBN News Online
29 February 2008

Lawyer, three reporters lose cellphones in Lozada ceremony 

      

Three
reporters and the lawyer of Senate witness Rodolfo Noel “Jun” Lozada
Jr. lost their cellular phones during a candle-lighting ceremony for
Lozada in Tondo, Manila Thursday night.

GMA-7 reporter Michael
Fajatin said he lost his phone while covering the ceremony at Sto. Niño
Church in Moriones, Tondo. Dennis Datu of radio dzMM and Joey Villarama
of ABS-CBN News also lost their cellular phones while covering the
event.

“Hindi talaga namin akalain, panay taong simbahan ang
nanduon eh (We never really thought… the place was filled with Church
people),” Villarama said.

Even Lozada’s lawyer, Reynaldo Prinsesa, lost his cellular phone.

All four victims reported the theft to the police.

Hundreds
of people turned up for the candle-lighting ceremony at the church
Thursday. During the ceremony, Lozada acknowledged rumors that he had
an extramarital affair.

"Aaminin ko po sa inyo ako ay minsang nagkasala sa asawa ko (I’ll admit that I once sinned against my wife)," he said.

"Matagal
na akong napatawad ng asawa ko…sana mapatawad mo na rin ako (My wife
had forgiven me a long time ago…I wish you could forgive me too)."

The text messages revealed that Lozada’s mistress was his former staff at a telecommunications company.

March 2nd, 2008 by pyugs

      

      

       

      

      

       

      

      

       
Courtesy: Abante Tonight, Crime News
29 February 2008

3 reporter Ninakawan
        ng Cellphone sa Lozada Coverage
(Aries Cano)
 
         

Hindi
nakaligtas sa mga kawatan ang dala­wang kapamilya reporters ng ABS-CBN
at isa pang TV reporter ng GMA 7 kapuso matapos na pare-parehong
madukutan ng cellphone sa isang coverage sa Tondo, Maynila kagabi.

         

Nakilala ang mga nabiktima na sina Dennis Datu, 22-anyos, DZMM-ABS-CBN
radio reporter; Joey Villarama, ABS-CBN TV reporter; at GMA 7 reporter
Michael Fajatin.

         

            Nabatid na natangay sa dalawang kapamilya reporter ang tig-isang Sony Ericsson na celfone.

         

Ayon kay Datu, dakong alas-9:30, habang nasa kasagsagan ng coverage
kaugnay sa pagdating ni Lozada sa Tondo. Nawala umano ang celfone ng
tatlong reporter sa tapat ng simbahan.

         

Dala ng
matinding siksikan at naghahabol para sa ambush interview ang mga
naturang reporter nang madukutan ng mga naglipana at umaali-ali­gid na
kawatan sa nasabing lugar.

       

Urbi et Orbi

January 2nd, 2008 by pyugs

Blessing given by the Holy Father  upon his election, during Papal Audiences, Christmas and Easter Urbi et Orbi (To the City and to the World)

(LATIN TEXT)

Sancti Apostoli Petrus et Paulus: de quoroum potestate et auctoritate
confidimus ipsi intercedant pro nobis ad Dominum.

R. Amen.

Precibus et meritis beatæ Mariae semper Virginis, beati Michaelis
Archangeli, beati Ioannis Baptistæ, et sanctorum Apostolorum Petri et Pauli et
omnium Sanctorum misereatur vestri omnipotens Deus; et dimissis omnibus
peccatis vestris, perducat vos Iesus Christus ad vitam æternam.

R. Amen.

Indulgentiam, absolutionem et remissionem omnium peccatorum vestrorum,
spatium verae et fructuosae poenitentiæ, cor semper penitens, et emendationem
vitae, gratiam et consolationem Sancti Spiritus; et finalem perseverantiam in
bonis operibus tribuat vobis omnipotens et misericors Dominus.

R. Amen.

Et benedictio Dei
omnipotentis, Pa + tris et Fi + lii et Spiritus + Sancti descendat super vos et
maneat semper.

R. Amen.

(ENGLISH TRANSLATION)

May the Holy Apostles Peter and Paul, in whose power and authority we have confidence, intercede for us with the Lord.

R. Amen.

Through the prayers and merits of the Blessed Mary ever-virgin, of Blessed Michaelof Blessed John the Baptist , and of the Holy Apostles Peter
and Paul, and of all the saints , may Almighty God have mercy on you, and
with your sins forgiven may Jesus Christ lead you into everlasting
life.

the Archangel

R. Amen.

May the Almighty and merciful Lord grant you indulgence,
absolution and remission of all your sins, time for a true and fruitful penance, an always repentant heart and amendment of life, the grace and consolation of the Holy Spirit, and final perseverance in  good works.

R. Amen.

And may the blessing of Almighty God, + the Father, + the Son, and + the
Holy Spirit, descend on you and remain with you always.

R. Amen.

Happy New Year!!!

World Peace

September 30th, 2007 by pyugs

I’ve always thought that the international beauty pageant contestant’s wish ofPicture_020_1
attaining "world peace" was dumb. But after having interacted with journalists from 10 different countries all at the same time, the longing and necessity to achieve such a unified global state, especially in the midst of war and racial conflicts, seem more pressing.  I’m not saying that the journalists at the China-ASEAN coverage were at war.  Sure, there were differences in culture and attitude, but everybody got
along really well. It was this sense of "getting along," despite our being a relatively small international group (compared to the United Nations, that is), that makes me desire for harmonious relations among nations.  It is this very palpable state of peace between the journalist-delegates that I want to magnify  to the world.

Okay, who am I kidding. I’m not saying that there were no tensions between the Dsc02542_1
delegates. Of course, competition was high despite the fact that the coverage was open to all the invited journalists, as well as the local ones who just walked-in.  Although they did not really represent their government or political ideologies, some delegates, especially from nations who have or used to have border issues initially did not interact with each other.  And hey, I myself was not "Mr. Congeniality."  Although I was my usual, smiling, bubblyImg_7727
self, I had reservations about some delegates who were acting as if (or so I thought)  they were more superior to the Philippines or to any country for that matter.  But all of these notions and perceptions were wiped away because we all realized that we were the same in very many ways; we were all journalists to be sure, but more importantly, we were all human (and eating the same Chinese food that was served to us, may I add!) despite the differences and perceived advantages we have over one another. 

Despite a country’s claim that their natural resources are more abundant, their Picture_083
tourist destinations are more captivating and their culture is more superior, the fact is we are all of the same mold. Even if this delegation’s news-gathering equipment is more advanced or a reporter’s writing and speaking abilities are excellent, at the end of the day, when the time of reckoning comes, none of these will matter. (In short, we will all die, get it?)

Seriously, it was really nice to see people who have only been made different by aDsc02468

certain set of beliefs, cultures and lifestyles, disrobe themselves of the non-essentials and simply become thinking and feeling social beings.  After all, that’s what the Creator of man meant for all His children.

If I were to give to give my farewell walk message as an outgoing beauty pageant titleholder, it would be this: "That the people of the world Picture_080
may learn to look beyond  each one’s differences and see that each one, no matter what one’s race, religion or political affiliation may be, is really a brother, a sister, and an equal. This is what I dream of, this is what I hope the world will achieve, some day soon… And of course, world peace." Cheers!Img_7220

Try My Life

September 30th, 2007 by pyugs

I find the reality show Try My Life interesting. It’s probably similar to its progenitors Trading Spaces and Trading Spouses, but the program focuses more on the exchange between two people’s daily routines and their personalities and not merely superficial characteristics or space. Episodes of Try My Life usually end up with both subjects declaring "Your life was not as easy as I thought it would be blah, blah, blah." It really puts sense into the phrase "putting yourself in another’s shoes."

Recently, I found myself in a situation where there was a reversal of roles. I wasPicture_047_1

recently sent to the southwestern Chinese province of Guangxi to attend a 2 week long pre-event coverage of the 4th China-ASEAN Expo.  (The actual expo will be held on the last week of October and will focus on building economic and cultural agreements between China, which is opening its doors to the trade, share and transfer of goods and know-how with its neighbors, more specifically the 10 ASEAN countries.)

Over 40 journalists from all over China and ASEAN attended the event. The Philippines was represented by ABS-CBN TV News and DZMM Radio. During the event,Picture_070
organizers went all out to show what China was capable of in terms of manufacturing, logistics, trade and even tourism.  The attendees were brought to the seven developing cities of Guangxi, where ports, power plants, factories and tourist destinations were situated.

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In my several years as a journalist, I was always the one to ask the questions. But during the event, I was the one being asked by local and foreign media about what I thought of the places we visited. I really found it surreal to be at the "answering end" of the microphone. I felt awkward, too, when the cameraman or reporter instructed me to position myself in a particular way in front of the camera while I was being interviewed or to pretend there was no camera in front of me as I walked with or talked to journalists around me, so the video would look candid or natural. Here I was, now the subject, but feeling more like an object.

I always thought being interviewed was as easy as giving an answer to the reporter.Picture_069
But at the back of my head, questions like "Did I make sense?", "Can they pick out a good soundbite out of what I just blabbered about?", "Did I look good on camera? (well, that crossed my mind several times…)" or "Is this really happening?" suddenly pop out.  Sure it was fun; a unique and worthwhile experience which definitely gave me a broader perspective of the Picture_068_1

interviewer-interviewee set-up. If anything, the  experience taught me
not to be too overbearing or even mean to my interview subjects,
especially when I’m already pressured to get a good soundbite out of them.

Pope Fact, Pope Fiction

August 12th, 2007 by pyugs

I was born in the year of the three popes, i.e., 1978, the year Paul VI died, the year the "Smiling Pope" and the first pontiff with a double-barreled name, John Paul I, was elected and found dead in his bed 33 days later, and the year the "Foreign Pope,"  John Paul II, assumed the throne of St. Peter.  I don’t know if being born in this year has something to do with my fascination with the papacy, but I would like to believe it is a special grace or blessing that came with my birth in such a significant year for the Holy Roman Church. 

John Paul II (Karol Wojtyla, 1978-2005)

We, people in my generation at least, are also very fortunate to have witnessed the life and Johannespaulii death of a great pope and then the election of a new pope. I once told myself that I would cry if and when John Paul II died (which in fact, I did). But faith and reason tell me it is for the greater good of the Church.

Benedict XVI (Joseph Ratzinger, 2005-present)

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Much is already known about John Paul II or John Paul the Great as many believers began calling him after his death in 2005. The faithful are beginning to discover the qualities and management style of  "la semplice e umile lavoratore nella Vigna del Signore" (the simple and humble worker in the Lord’s vineyard), Benedict XVI, as  his papacy is unraveled.


John Paul I (Albino Luciani, 1978)

Maybe a number of people my age have heard about John Paul I, the SmilingJuanpablouno_1
Pope, who died only a month after being elected. It is said that he suffered from some sort of a pulmonary embolism. Even before being elected, his health was already questionable, and he was thus at high-risk of succumbing to the pressures of his office.  But conspiracy theories on how he was murdered by certain people whom he was about to sack because of irregularities in the Vatican bank, dealings with the Masons and the Mafia, and differences in theological beliefs,  among other things, circulate to this day.

Paul VI (Giovanni Battista Montini, 1963-1978)

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Then there is the story about the Impostor Pope, the decoy of Paul VI. I
particularly remember this "legend" after my friend Ryel showed me some flyers that his family got hold of in the 1970s.  In the pamphlets were a series of articles which showed "proof" that the Paul VI that millions of faithful see and hear on radio, television and in public audiences was in fact the Impostor Pope. The true Pope Paul VI was said to be sedated in some Vatican dungeon.  Photos of how the nose and ear lobes of the true and impostor popes differ were placed side-by-side, and an analysis of how the voice recordings supposedly taken from 2 Vatican Radio broadcasts also differed were presented in the booklet. I don’t know what the motivation behind the floating of a theory of an impostor Pope is, but papal reviews on Paul VI say that he was indecisive, supposedly even being referred to by  Blessed John XXIII, as "Hamlet" for his indecisiveness. The imaginative would certainly link this seeming indecisiveness to be the behavior of 2 different people: the manipulative decoy who was directing the papacy into its ruin and the real McCoy who was struggling to assert his authority under a state of induced catatonia.

John XXIII (Angelo Giuseppe Roncalli, 1958-1963)

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about the now Blessed John XXIII, otherwise known as the "Good Pope." But some say he was a Mason, one of the many who had infiltrated the Vatican at that time. I forget what Masonic Lodge the people in the Vatican were referred to, but they were  regarded as a powerful block to reckon with.  But perhaps the greatest controversy that can be hurled against the Good Pope (by traditionalists, that is) is convening the Second Vatican Council (Vatican II.)  Here was a seemingly old school pope who, because of his age, was not believed to cause any major stir in the Church during his papacy, but suddenly shook its very foundations by adapting a more updated and lay-centered approach, especially to liturgy.  Up to now, opposition to this change can still be felt, but the Holy Mother Church is still one and intact, despite the dawn of a new order.

Pius XII (Eugenio Pacelli, 1939-1958)

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Of the 20th century popes, perhaps the most unjustly and unfairly treated by the world was Pius XII.  He has been referred to as "Hitler’s Pope," because of his supposed silence to the atrocities of the Nazi’s towards the Jews, including the Holocaust during World War II. Much work is now being done to rehabilitate this poor image of Eugenio Pacelli, who, as Vatican records show, helped many Jews  escape death by hiding them in the Vatican.

More than this tarnished image of Pius XII as a leader, however, his death, more particularly his funeral is a cause of embarrassment and an unfortunate moment for him and the entire Church. 

Throughout his papacy, Pius XII maintained the services of Dr. Riccardo Galeazzi-Lisi, who, as the Vatican and other reports would reveal, was nothing more
than an eye-specialist, a quack as others put it. But somehow,
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managed to become the papal physician and insisted on being called "Professor" in the Vatican, although he did not actually attain such academic prominence. 

The highlight of Galeazzi-Lisi’s work as Pius XII personal physician was his botched
embalming of the Pope’s body, whom
Galeazzi-Lisi insisted on gaining custody of, when the Pope died in 1958.  Galeazzi-Lisi claimed to have rediscovered an ancient embalming method that would keep the body of Pius XII pristine and intact for years to come.  The method employed encasing the body in a large plastic bag and curing it with herbs and spices for a prescribed period of time. Galeazzi-Lisi and his assistant worked day and night using this peculiar embalming method and when he finally perfected it, set out the pope’s cadaver for exposition to the public. 

A series of embarrassing events then followed. When the pope’s body, which was in a coffin, was being transferred from the Apostolic Palace to St. Peter’s Basilica, a sound likened to a gun shot or a clap of thunder, resonated around the square.  The sound was in fact the sound of the coffin splitting or popping because of the accumulation of gases and fluids from the Pope’s body, which was decaying at an accelerated rate.  Instead of slowing down the decay of Pius XII’s body, Galeazzi-Lisi’s process hastened it.

At one point, green and purple blotches were noticed on the Pope’s face as a result of the accelerated decomposition. It was also reported that the Pope’s nose fell off at one time. The stench caused by the decay was so great that guards had to be rotated
every 15 minutes, otherwise they would collapse.

The bungling of Pius XII’s funeral indeed caused a lot of embarrassment to the Vatican . One of the first acts of the newly-elected John XXIII was to banish Galeazzi-Lisi from Vatican City.  In 1960, Galeazzi-Lisi tried to redeem himself through the book, In the Shadow and the Light of Pius XII.  He has since remained in obscurity, never to be allowed to return to the Vatican for life.

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Incidentally, I acquired a book, Secrets of the Vatican, which gives numerous
  accounts of the dark side of the Vatican, including the absurd posthumous trial and conviction of Pope Formosus by his successor Stephen VII, the unpopular rule of Alexander VI or the Borgia Pope, and the Spanish Inquisition, among other "dark" stories of the Vatican.

In Living Color?!

July 28th, 2007 by pyugs

Call me an ingrate, but I don’t seem to care whenever there is a UAAP match
between Ateneo and La Salle, or when there is a grand event sponsored by that "school up the hill."  In the same way, I don’t even pick sides when it’s Ateneo versus UP, of which I am an alumnus of both.  Sure, my blood was royal blue for 12 straight years until I received a four year "transfusion" and turned it to bold maroon.  But somehow, I never seemed to have acquired the stereotypical characteristics, the external traits, that students of both schools are supposed to possess. To be sure, I don’t have that "Araneo" twang, though I can fake it; I don’t possess that fighting spirit that Isko’s have though I can invoke it given the situation. I may look dumb and silent at times, not playing the part of someone who has benefited intellectually from the training and education of two of the most prestigious universities in this country.

I have nothing against showing one’s "colors" and overtly expressing allegiance to the institutions that  have made a difference in one’s life. Sure, it’s nice to brag once in a while about my being an Atenista or a UP Maroon at some point in my life. But I believe what matters more is if we are living the values that these schools have very much tried to instill in us. My dear Atenean, when was the last time you were a man-for-others?  My dear Isko, have you done anything lately to improve the quality of life of your countrymen and the beloved country you are committed to serve and represent?

Before any eyebrows raise, no, I don’t claim to be a mover or shaker in any of the key playing fields of society. But somehow, in my small way, I am trying to do what I can to make life a bit better for  those around me, without having to show "those colors."


Maybe you and I can’t do great things
We may not change the world in one day
But we still can change some things today…
In our small way
(- In Our Small Way, Michael Jackson)

Seven Year Itch

July 15th, 2007 by pyugs

My sister and my brother-in-law commemorated their 7th year of marriage today. We went to a Japanese restaurant for a simple dinner to celebrate this "milestone." Contrary to the saying that couples who are married for seven years start to get bored of each other (ie, the seven year itch), my sister and her husband are a picture of a happy family, with their 2 year old son, Vigo Sebastian, to complete the package.

I am not a picky eater. Whatever is served before me, I am sure to eat it.  Raw food is no exception.  Although I did not use to eat sashimi, I’ve come to discover the simple, distinctive, delicate and delightful flavor raw fish imparts on the palate.    I’ve always been a big fan of seafood, so eating Japanese food is such a treat for me.

After several glasses of iced tea, some tempura and a medley of raw and cooked seafood combinations, my perky mood suddenly turned sullen, when I felt my left eye was beginning to swell and itch.

As a child, I was asthmatic; not just the quiet-wheeze type of asthmatic, but the huff-and-puff, chronic kind of asthmatic.  Since birth, I had been allergic to 85% of all known common allergens. Being admitted to the hospital for asthma was like going to church on Sundays. But thanks to 4 years of weekly allergen-desensitizing injections and Mama’s care and patience, I was able to outgrow my asthma in the mid-1990s. Or so I thought.

Since 1996, I have been allergy free. Even if I eat shellfish or become exposed to pollen, acacia trees, bermuda grass or dust, I never get hay fever or suffer wheezes or bouts of cough.  Recently, however, if I eat too much shrimp or a small dose of a potent shellfish extract, I get the hives.

Well, so much for the 11-year hiatus from allergy.  Fortunately for my sister and brother-in-law and unfortunately for me, the "itch" evaded them, but it found me.

Weekend Wake-Upper

July 10th, 2007 by pyugs

This may be a bit of an exaggeration but the 2 "almost accidents" I experienced last Sunday were probably the closest I could get (so far) to having a near death experience.

Before I leave the house for work everyday, my father would usually ask me where I am off to and would end our conversation with "Ok, ingat ka." I know it’s soooooo like a paracetamol commercial but don’t you just appreciate it when somebody wishes you off with some sort of a blessing or an invocation to stay away from danger? Well now, I do.

Last Sunday was my first day back on the Sunday deployment. For more than a year now, I only had to work one weekend out of 5 workdays.  But for some reason, the big boss decided to put me on the Sunday deployment. Of course I hated it because it would mean that I may or may not be able to do my other "broadcasting job," that is  as  a lector at our parish.  I cannot emphasize enough how my  Sunday service as a lector and commentator keeps me grounded.  But  I guess giving me a Sunday schedule is some kind of a test, to see  if  I would still hold true to my commitment.  (Sad to say, I wasn’t able to read at mass last Sunday, but I was able to attend mass nonetheless.)

Well last Sunday, I was deployed to the Pope Pius XII Catholic Center (at least the assignment was still church-related hehe) to stalk the bishops attending the Catholic Bishops Conference of the Philippines’ Annual Plenary Assembly. At this gathering, the Filipino bishops were to elect their conference president, discuss the more pressing issues concerning Filipinos and come up with a statement summarizing  the direction in which they want to take the Church in the Philippines, in light of the matters they have discussed during the assembly. 

On our way to the venue, my driver decided to take the Timog-Quezon Avenue route to Manila. It being a Sunday, my driver was relaxed and kept a leisurely, safe speed to get to our destination.  As we were approaching Quezon Avenue from Timog Avenue, the car on the opposite lane turned left  without warning, cutting our path and prompting my driver to hit the breaks abruptly.  Had we been going any faster than our speed, we would have smashed into the right side of that  car. Of course, my driver and the cameraman on the backseat threw invectives at the driver of the car who was, by then, already out of sight. 

Perhaps a bit shaken by the incident, the driver absent-mindedly took a longer route to Manila than what news teams going to that area would normally take. This didn’t pose a problem since we were in no rush (an insider at the plenary assembly told me that the bishops were still locked up in the conference hall.)  We passed through the Liwasan Post Office and Intramuros without traffic and simply maintained that leisurely speed.  As we were going through the Lagusnilad tunnel (the one that gets submerged in floodwater during the rainy season), our crewcab suddenly went into a 390 (360+30 more) degree turn.  Although our pick up truck immediately screeched to a halt, I was afraid it would turn to its side, the side were I was at, and get crushed.  Thankfully, the crewcab remained upright and no vehicle was closely following us.  Otherwise, it would have been a mess.

My instant reaction was to laugh. After all, we had 2 near-accidents only 20 minutes apart.  But as the driver pulled to the side to check on the wheels and take a breather, fear suddenly crept in.

I used to say death did not scare me. That is why I was or I still am willing to go to an out-of-town coverage no matter what danger it entails. But then, that Sunday, I realized I was not spiritually ready. Come to think of it, all three of us in the crewcab were not ready to die. All of us still had unsettled business, whether these be temporal or spiritual. As if on cue, the three of us made the sign of the cross and kept silent for a while, digesting the experiences of the last 20 minutes.
Afterwards, I texted some friends to tell them what had happened.  Those who replied told me to pray. And that was what I did.

As I share this with you, I cannot help but laugh at how similar my experience is to  the story being told in Carrie Underwood’s song, "Jesus Take the Wheel":


She was drivin’ last Friday on her way to Cincinnati
On a snow white Christmas Eve
Goin’ home to see her Momma and her Daddy
With her baby in a back seat
Fifty miles to go and she was runnin’ low
On faith and gasoline
It’d been a long hard year

She had a lot on her mind and she didn’t pay attention
She was goin’ way too fast
Before she knew it she was spinnin on thin black sheet of glass
She saw both their lives flash before her eyes
She didn’t even have time to cry
She was so scared, she threw her hands up in the air


(Chorus)
Jesus take the wheel
Take it from my hands
‘Cause I can’t do this on my own
I’m letting go
So give me one more chance
Save me from this road I’m on
Jesus take the wheel


It was still getting colder when she made it to the shoulder and that car came to a stop
She cried when she saw that baby in the back seat sleepin’ like a rock
For the first time in a long time she bowed her head to pray
She said I’m sorry for the way
I’ve been livin’ my life
I know I’ve got to change
So from now on tonight
(Repeat chorus)

My life hasn’t exactly been that straight, that upright.  Indeed, I’m sorry for the way I’ve been living my life. I know I’ve got to change. But I know that change won’t be overnight, but I hope it will be soon.

God help me now. Please take the wheel.