my manny pacquiao entry

This one is special.

I really withheld writing about that "less than 45 minutes" of boxing excellence. I do not want my Pinoy Pride cluttering how historical it was. I had this same feeling when the Dictator left the building in 1986. And the feeling is a beautiful arc of hope... of "... it is possible!"

I was with Beb. We were one of those people outside National Sports Grill at Greenbelt 3. We were standing. Our eyes transfixed at the projector. Together with a mass of humanity at the mouth of the escalator, we were cheering our very own. I was shouting at the top of my voice. I lost my voice after wards actually. How irresponsible of me for I have class that Tuesday morning = )

I am happy for those who are entering their teens today. For they have been given gift like the one I had when was their age - a Filipino worth emulating.

For me, it was the principled and seemingly fearless Corazon Aquino. Her effect on me is simply this - do not be afraid! Right always wins. Just wait for it. Have faith in God who never sleeps and is always with you. 

For them, and now - a true blue and an honest to goodness rags to riches story of Manny Pacquiao. A story of perseverance. Of putting the work. Of doing away with the padrino. Of standing on your own two feet. Mabuhay ang Pilipinas!

If there's one thing I can say about those people who are in their mid-30s, (like me, hehehe) is that we have this hope inside our hearts that things will be better. That the Philippines can be better. President Corazon Aquino gave us this hope. I think God used her to give us this kind of hope. Her life showed us the beauty and the nobility of self-sacrifice. She made self-sacrifice new again. Fresh again.

With this, it also puts into light why my previous bosses, 10 to 15 years my senior were like that = ) I mean, they were technically brilliant people but there's something dark and foreboding about them. I guess, that's the effect of growing up in martial law does to the spirit of a young man. One imbibes and spreads the teaching that spreading havoc and fear is the way to go in the world. I even have this hypothesis that the Dads of these, then, young men might also be an absentee Dad because their Dads must have belonged to our nation's first batch of our modern day hero, OFWs. Back then, OCWs. Maybe because of Dad's absence, there was no man to teach them what it means to be men that they emulated the man they see most in TV. And who will be this man be? Lakay = )

I am saddened that the Dictator still wields his influence though he has been dead for over 20 years now. But equally, I am hopeful for the generation that's yet to come will not talk about the evil and darkness of the Martial Law but of the courage and faith of Corazon Aquino and the perseverance, dedication and glory of Manny Pacquiao.

Lord, our Father, I have heard of Your miracles. I have heard of Your wonders. I have experienced Your all-mightiness. Renew them in our times.

"... why think like mere men?"