An Open Letter to Filipinos

I am writing to thank Filipinos for the way they have treated me in the Philippines, and to pass on a lesson I learned from observing the differences between their culture and mine over the years.

I am an expatriate worker, an overseas American worker. The work I do involves a lot of traveling and changing locations. I do it alone, without family.

I have been in 21 countries now, not including my own. It was fun at first. Now, many years later, I am getting tired. The Philippines remains my favorite country of all. I’d like to tell you why before I have to go away again.

I have traveled and have family and friends everywhere. My own family of origin in the United States is like many Americans—not much of a family.

Americans do not stay very close to their families, geographically or emotionally, and that is a major mistake. I have long been looking for a home and a family, and the Philippines is the only place I have lived where people honestly seem to understand how important families are.

I am American and hard-headed. I am a teacher, but it takes me a long time to learn some things. I’ve been trying, and the Filipino culture has been patient in trying to teach me.

In the countries where I’ve lived and worked, all over the Middle East and Asia, it is Filipinos who do all the work and make everything happen. When I am working in a new company abroad, I seek out the Filipino staff when I need help getting something done right. The Filipinos’ international reputation as employees is that they work hard, don’t complain, and are very capable.

If all the Filipinos were to go home from the Middle East, the world would stop. Oil is the lifeblood of the world, but without Filipinos, the oil will not come from the ground, it will not be loaded onto the ships, and the ships will not sail.

The offices that make the deals and collect the payments will not even open in the morning. The schools will not have teachers, and, of course, the hospitals will have no staff.

What I have seen, that many Filipinos have not seen, is how the Filipino family members, the ones who are overseas Filipino workers, do not tell you much about ━ how hard their lives actually are. OFWs are very often mistreated in other countries, at work and in their personal lives.

You probably have not heard much about how they do all the work but are severely underpaid. They know that the money they earn must be sent home to their families, who depend on them. The OFWs are very strong people. They have their pictures taken in front of nice shops and locations to post on Facebook so that you won’t worry about them. But every Pinoy I have met abroad misses his/her family very much.

I often pity those Filipinos who go to America. You see pictures of their houses and cars, but not what it took to get those things. We have nice things in America, but we take on an incredible debt to get them, and the debt is lifelong.

America’s economy is based on debt. Very rarely is a house, car, nice piece of clothing, electronic appliance, and often even food, paid for. We get them with credit, and this debt will take all of our lifetime to pay.

That burden is true for anyone in America—the OFWs, those who are married to Americans, and the Americans themselves. Most of us allow the American Dream to become the American Trap.

Some of you who go there make it back home, but you give up most of your lives before you do. Some of you who go there learn the very bad American habits of wanting too many things in your hands, and the result is that you live only to work, instead of working only to live.

The things we own actually own us. That is the great mistake we Americans make in our lives. We live only to work, and we work only to buy more things that we don’t need. We lose our lives in the process. I have sometimes tried to explain it like this: In America, our hands are full, but our hearts are empty.

Americans worry about having new cars, Filipinos worry about having enough food to eat. That’s an enormous difference. But do not envy us, because we should learn something from you. What I see is that even when your hands are empty, your hearts remain full.

I have many privileges in the countries where I work, because I am an expat. I do not deserve these things, but I have them. However, in every country I visit, I see that you are there also, taking care of your families, friends, bosses, and coworkers first, and yourselves last. And you have always taken care of me, in this country and in every other place where I have been.

These are places where I have been very alone, very tired, very hungry, and very worried, but there have always been Filipinos in my offices, in the shops, in the restaurants, in the hospitals, everywhere, who smile at and take good care of me.

I always try to let you know that I have lived and traveled in the Philippines and how much I like your country. I know that behind those smiles of yours, are many worries and problems. Please know that at least one of us expats has seen what you do for others and understands that you have a story behind your smiles. Know that we admire you, respect you, and thank you for your sacrifices. David H. Harwell, PhD, is a former professor and assistant dean in the United States who now travels and works abroad designing language training programs. He is a published author and a son of a retired news editor. Feel free to pass along

━ David H. Harwell, PhD

David H. Harwell, PhD, is a former professor and assistant dean of a leading university in the United States. He now travels and works overseas designing language training programs. He is a published author and a son of a retired news editor.
Updated: 2020-02-05 — 02:12:18