right now am listening to the music of gary granada and it has brought me a lot of memories....long before my son came, these memories were the most treasured ones because this was of the time i was happiest the most, where i was able to be myself, where my life meant some thing, happily working with the farmers, religiously taking part in the task of giving them the education the government has not given them, empowering them and helping them realize their small dreams thru the projects we created. during those days, because i was away from my family, it was music which was able to sooth my aches and my hurts...because no matter how happy i was being with them it was also an arduous task. it was physically and emotionally difficult..physically, because the mountain is not kind to those who are blind as a bat, like i am, the treks were long and oh so tiring that made waking up the next day so hard. emotionally it was draining because you will feel for the people, the children who were ...
Minds are like parachutes - they only function when they are open. -Paulo Coelho