(This one’s for you, pal.) For those who don’t know (Casanova) Ron, here’s a little about him. He and I were paired together for our UNFPA work. Actually I kind of asked for him since we had met by chance the day before. Ron’s a good kid. He’s smart, savvy, analytical, extremely respectful (which to […]
Monthly Archives: November 2013
Gabriel the Swift-footed
So Monday I asked for the day “off.” My personal mission has superceded the task I have been given when first I arrived. I said on Monday: it’s time for good things to happen and today is the day. If all goes according to plan, this for me will be a day of great deeds, […]
Of Sacks And Men
“Rest,” says one of the ladies in the storage warehouse. I look around. I don’t see anyone else taking a breather. “I can rest when I get home,” I respond. Back to get another sack. You can’t come here, or anywhere for that matter, expecting to save someone. Try to save one and you’ll think […]
Let’s Have a Good, Good Time
(Originally to be posted last night but I crashed instead) Not all of life has to be heavy, not even in the wake of complete and total destruction. It can’t always be serious. We wouldn’t survive it. And although I tend to gravitate towards the heavy parts, even I know you have to appreciate the […]
Heroes Among Us
“PULL, Fucker!” I screamed at myself in my head. The car barely moved. “What’s the good of all those pull-ups and curls if you can’t move this thing?!” I heard the count (outside my head) “1…2…3…” PULL! I’ve always gotten by. No matter what has happened in my life I’ve made it through and in […]
Amongst the Unseen Ruin
I search for it among the shattered glass and broken foundations of countless lives. It is here. I can feel it, can almost see it, as fleeting as it is. There! Then in a wisp it is gone. I know it for what it is. Live long enough without it and you come to recognize […]
Into the Heart of Madness
As I decided to book my flight last Thursday night to the Philippines (originally flying into Manila, now Cebu and hopefully on to Tacloban), I was calm. I wasn’t nervous, anxious or fearful. I was calm because the storm that had been raging within me for some time had finally started to simmer. The wheels […]