Almost nine years ago, I clearly remember what a good friend of mine told me about Glorietta. We were having one of those half day classes because of some event and of course the only logical thing to do when you’re in fifth grade and is a student of CSA is to troop to Glorietta and burn calories on the dance revo machine. The entire barkada was going except for that particular friend. When asked why her parents won’t allow her to go, she said, “My dad told me that they’re going to place bomb in malls, particularly glorietta so he didn’t allow me to go”.
After that statement, we all howled with laughter. I mean seriously who would do that?
Nine years later, I am still asking myself this, “who in their right mind would do that?!”
But this time, I am no longer laughing. I feel a lump in my throat just thinking about it. How could anyone do something so dispelling?
I don’t care who did it. I don’t care about political motives. All I care about are those people who lost loved ones or lost hope because of an injury in relation to the blast.
It’s a scary world. It’s ugly and it’s dirty.
So today as you go through your daily dallies and you find yourself about to complain about something, please remember this:
We don’t know how much time we have left. So tell the people you love that you love them. Act on it. Stop sweating about the small stuff and just be thankful for each moment that you’re with the people you love or doing the things that you love.
*A prayer for those who lost loved ones, hope and are stricken with grief and trauma.*