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Thank You
One of the best childhood memories I have of my dad is of us going to rallies in the 80s, wearing yellow and decorating our car (a beige Lancer then) with yellow ribbons.
My parents were pretty vocal about their political views and I remember sometimes skipping class so I could go with my mom to rallies protesting the dictatorship. It was a heady time. I was only around 9 when the snap elections, and then the first Edsa Revolution happened. I was only 9 but I knew the issues. I absorbed information like a sponge. I spent my free time listening for updates on the radio or reading about stuff in the paper and magazines.
I was so inspired by her. And because of that experience, I wanted to work for government. Do whatever she was doing. Be inspiring. Be honest, sincere, eloquent.
So it was with some sadness that I watched the news today, looked at old clips of the Edsa Revolution and remembered quite vividly how I had felt when I was a kid and wanted to do some good for this nation.
And along with countless other Filipinos, I say, Thank You, Cory. For your unparalleled courage and grace under what could only be the most extraordinary circumstances. For making me proud and for making me believe in the Filipino.