It was a sight straight out of a calamity-struck scene: people crying over loved ones while others walk about trying to find (and perhaps hoping not to) their missing companions among the lifeless bodies that lined up the streets.
But not even a calamity can bring this much death in one place.
May the lessons from the Ultra tragedy be never forgotten. May the tales of those who went there, and survived, be heard and echo forever.
This is one of the many realities of poverty.
What a way to dampen the Pacquiao euphoria, the strengthening peso, the visit of a renowned evangelist, among other good news.
Life, as always, would come up with something to balance things out.
But, there seem so many in just one week...
Last Wednesday a friend of mine lost her father to an illness. Last Saturday my boss’ mother, one of the most inspiring persons I have the pleasure to meet, passed away. And just this morning one of our executive interviewers died due to asthma.
Too many.
Sigh.
I want these back
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