Day Three

I do not say this often, but today I am proud to be Filipino. Typhoon Ondoy was a catalyst that allowed us to shine and prove that our hearts are capable of so much love. Due to all the not so important trips abroad and lavish dinners, our government could not even afford to purchase basic emergency supplies and equipment. It was the ordinary Pinoy who could not stay put in his house that rescue stranded victims. It is still the average Pinoy who continue to save lives by funding relief efforts. Makes me wonder what really is the government for.  But I digress.

I realized that at a time like this, no effort is too small. Every cup of rice donated allows one person to sleep on a full stomach. Every shirt we bring to relief centers clothes a man who lost all his belongings. Yesterday we were tasked to measure a kilo of rice per bag. For every bag, I say a blessing to the person who shall later receive it. Today I was asked to cook chicken adobo. I am reminded of the first batch of teens who spent the day making what seemed like a thousand sandwiches.

I go home with zero energy but a million happy bubbles. (How do you measure happiness? I measure them in bubbles haha). My pwet still hurts like anything. I wish that everyone can feel the joy I know while waiting for sleep to come. I wish that it doesn't take another calamity for the Pinoy to once again shine.