Actor Lou Diamond Phillips Arrested

91. Hey whats wron with a "LITTLE LUV SHUV" every now and again..

Well HELL dats what we call MOTIVATION, in my Village...

hehehehe you city fold aint so smart after allll.

Posted at 7:36PM on Aug 23rd 2006 by Ike Turner

92. Yes, La Bamba is Filipino! So is Rob Schneider who starred in (HOT CHICK) in (2002) The famous Spanish singer Julio Iglesias has a son (Enrique Iglesias)whose mother is a Filipina from Manila. All 3 actors have Filipino blood running though them. I too have Filipino blood running though me. However, I too was abused by my husband and I believe if Lou Diamond Phillips can get the help that he needs and if he really wants to change, he can be one of the best Filipino actors around. I have a story to share, and I hope that Lou Diamond Phillip gets this message. I have attached my story that needs to be shared.

Survival Through Faith and Prayer
By Jean Salcido


As a child, I remember living in an old house in Gonzales, with my brothers and parents. I do not remember too much about my childhood because I wanted to grow up too fast. Now that I am older, I make sure to warn my own daughters not to rush into adulthood, because when they grow up they are going to wish they could be young again! Although a lot of my childhood memories do seem hard to reach at times, I can clearly recall a tugging of my heart when I was 11 years old. I would be in my bedroom and I could feel God talking to me, and I would get down on my knees and pray. I remember talking to God and telling Him that I wanted a blessed life, with a beautiful family and home. I have no doubts that He heard my prayers.

At the age of 13, I met and fell in love with Juaquin. Because I fell in love so young, my life revolved around him, and I closed off other avenues of my life. 16 years old, and a sophomore in high school, I became pregnant and gave birth to a daughter. At this point, I became a high school dropout because I had to stay home to raise my daughter. I can recall feelings of jealousy and anger towards others my age because I was still so young and I had a baby. I wanted to be doing things other 16 year olds were doing. In some aspects, although Juaquin and I had become parents, our lives didn't change. We still partied on the weekends, and Juaquin continued to go out with his friends to drink.

At the age of 18, Juaquin and I were able to buy our first house, with help from my dad. Just as one would assume that life would be getting better because we were so young, and we now had a place to call home, things started to get worse. A new house meant a place to bring your friends over for endless parties. Weekend after weekend, we provided the party place.

When we turned 21, Juaquin and I got married and I hoped things would change. However, they did not. I remember feeling so fed up and tired of partying, that I wanted it all to stop, and if it didn't, I wanted to end our marriage. The drinking seemed as though it would always be a part of our lives, and it was ruining our marriage. I had never planned for a life like the one that I was leading. After many arguments and many tears, I just could not give up on our marriage. We tried to make it work just one last time.

Within a few weeks, Juaquin had started a new job and things seemed as though they were starting to change and I became pregnant with my second child. Then, soon enough, Juaquin began to "work late" and come home late on Friday nights.

I had discovered that my husband had not only been spending his nights drinking, but had been doing drugs. I remember crying out for help and no one around to hear my cries, I decided to go to talk to the priest at our local church for help because I needed help and understanding. I remember walking to the church searching for an answer. As I approached the Father of the church, I told him that I needed help with my husband and I begged him to help me. I told him that my husband was on cocaine and that I needed some guidance. He looked at me and told me that I needed to visit the Sisters of the church for counseling. At that point, I felt so helpless, but went to visit the Sisters. On my way there, all I could do was cry out to God. I felt as though I had no options or control about my situation and crisis. I wanted to end my life. The Sisters welcomed me into their home, and when told about my situation, they advised that I seek counsel from the Father of the church.

As they told me to visit the Father of the church, not knowing that he had originally sent me there to speak to them, the feelings of hopelessness began to seep into my heart. There was not one parishioner willing to help or counsel me. I had been raised in the Catholic Church, was a catechism teacher, and was above all, devoted to my church. I could not understand how I could be sent back and forth, from one counsel to another, yet received no counsel! I returned home, and the only thing I had strength to do was get on my knees. I cried out to God to hear me and my prayers.

November had come quickly, and my marital problems were still in chaos. Juaquin was still drinking and our verbal arguments had turned into violence.

It was then in November of 1987 that I received a phone call from Juaquin's older brother. It was a phone call I had first perceived as

circumstance, yet was really God's hand attempting to reach us. Juaquin's older brother Martin had just converted to an Apostolic Church we knew nothing about. He invited us to attend their Sunday service. Martin had his own history with drugs and alcohol and was now beginning his new life as

a Christian. I remember telling Martin that I already attended my own church, wasn't interested in his invitation, and that his brother had not been home for two days. He had not called to let me know if he was okay, or if he would be coming home.

Martin let me know he would be calling his Pastor, and that they would be going out to look for him. It took them only an hour to find him and take him to their church in Spreckles. Meeting them there, I was not sure what to expect. As I drove up to the address, I expected to see a chapel or church building, but found a small house. Feeling scared and confused for my husband, all I could do was wait. I felt that God had heard my plea, and allowed things to get to this bad. How much more pain could we be put through, with our family ready to be torn apart by drugs and alcohol? Many thoughts had been going through my mind as two men, Pastor Andrew Lopez and Brother Aaron Macias came out of the house to speak to me.

They assured me with these words, "Your husband is going to be okay, he gave us the bag of cocaine he had in his pocket and flushed it down the toilet." I was invited into this small, but spirit filled house to see my husband. As I entered the house, I could hear prayers and thanks being sent up to God, as well as another sight I had never seen. In all the years my husband had been together, I had never seen my husband down on his knees in prayer. Yet, Juaquin was down on his knees, with tears in his eyes. "I am sorry for spending the money," were his first words to me. Actually, I could care less about the money. All I cared about was that he was safe.

It was all in the nick of time. Since that November day, our lives have not been the same and my husband has not drank a beer or had any urge to do drugs.

I now realize that all of those years of praying were worth it. God has answered my prayers. I have a family that I love, there are no more arguments, no worrying, and there is no staying up late wondering when my husband will be coming home. There is a real difference in Juaquin, he is an excellent father and husband, who loves spending time with his family.

Shortly after his encounter with God that day in Spreckels, my husband became a born again Christian. It was now time for me to decide what I was going to do with my spiritual life. As I said before, I had been Catholic all my life, was a catechism teacher, and remained devoted to my church no matter the struggles I had faced there.

I had so much gratitude in my heart, I had decided to go to the Catholic Church on Sunday mornings then go to my husband's church in the afternoon. This went on for a couple of months, until Easter Sunday, the Apostolic Church was presenting an Easter play and one of the children was playing the role of Jesus Christ caring the cross. As I sat and watched, something in my heart was transformed. I watched Jesus carry the cross, and I felt tears coming down my cheeks. I had finally realized that I was where I needed to be. God had brought me there. That month I was baptized, and became a born again Christian.

I can still remember everything I had to go through until God intervened in our lives and in retrospect, there are alot of painful memories I can still recall so vividly today. And on the other hand, I have so much gratitude in my heart for all the blessings God has bestowed upon in my life, and all that He has done and continues to do for my husband and family.

God has given me a story to share. Everything my husband and I have gone through was for a purpose. God heard my prayers when I was 11 years old. He heard my prayers as my marriage and family were crumbling, and he continues to hear my prayers now. It is only through my faith and prayers to God, did I survive.

Posted at 1:55PM on Sep 1st 2006 by Jean Salcido

93. Mel Gibson is talented, but i will never see a movie of his again for his antisemetic behavior, multiply my view by millions. Your a angry ignorant man.

Posted at 8:40AM on Sep 22nd 2006 by emerald strong