Kamusta Readers,
Being at the "right place at the right time" can be interpreted differently here in the Phil. According to a Catholic runner I met during the biweekly nite run, our meeting was literally translated as a "drop from heaven" ( or heaven-sent, fated by God ). During our warm-up jog, I revealed that my BA is in English, and I have experience in teaching and editing writing. It so happens that he can't finish his MAs dissertation because he has writer's block.
This was a chance to work with an English as Second Language student and ESL writing so I didn't mind volunteering my time. Thank goodness for my general knowledge of Health, Environmental Science, and Chemistry, I was able to follow the overview of his paper on "Domestic Wastewater Treatment using Natural System, UV Irradiation and PV Cells."
The gist of his research: take away harmful bacteria from septic water with nutrients intact so it can be used safely to water plants ( that don't spread harmful bacteria ). Using this clean version of septic water can conserve the already limited water supply for human consumptions ( in developing 3rd World Countries ) [like the recent James Bond movie] ( the ecosystem of wetlands and cost-effectiveness were considered ).
Listening to him explain his research and the story behind it was fascinating. His BA is in Electrical Engineering and he was inspired through observations of problems and previous attempts at solutions to explore and experiment to fill in the gaps ( He turned an unused bathroom into his lab ). He even created a garden, and applied his research to sustain it. It would have been difficult to believe it, except I actually walked through the garden ( prior to him explaining his experiment ), and the garden was beautiful.
At one point I started spacing out, maybe getting lost in my mind's own secret garden. I thought:
Wow, his field of study seems more relevant and applicable to the greater world. I started re-evaluating again ( for the millioneth times ) the relevancy of my English major.
So I tell stories, so I write, so what? I snapped back in to reality and remembered the task at hand. This engineer was having writer's block. "So where exactly are you stuck on?" I asked.
After mumbling something about missing information in his outline, and the need to integrate all his chapters and to follow a format, I paraphrased his ideas in a question: "So you need help in editing so you can translate for the layman?" He nodded and smiled. Later on, I too had a bit of a revelation. You can have all the great ideas in the world, but if you can't communicate them clearly, what's the point? Being a translator and conduit of ideas isn't so bad.