“We will rise again.”
Oh how we’re devastated with that one punch that seem to end all that you ever achieved. We were angry indeed and devastated.
That dreadful time when Bryan Viloria barely survived the last rounds and Donaire outclassed and out-boxed. It felt as though we were stripped-off as a nation.
And yet the pounding of the storm is not yet over: pork barrel issue, Zamboanga stand-off, the earthquake in Bohol, Habagat, Super Typhoon Yolanda…
Like the bamboo all we can do is to bend pliantly with the wind; while others are being broken completely offering no hope, no tomorrow.
What for? When will all of these be over?
The best can bring out the worst, and the worst can bring out the best in people.
And yet after all the painful grinding and refining, we came out polished. After the strongest of winds, though we were the broken bamboo, a shoot, one tiny shoot is all it took to tell us that there’s hope and there’s life, a good one, ahead of us.
There are a lot of us looking into you. As we were, you also fell in the battle field and you went down swinging. Excruciating as it is we have to admit defeat. We admitted it – but it’s never the end of it.
That one seeming omega of everything you have had was enough to shake off what’s unimportant: what you must let go in order for you to see that what you have left is yourself, your family and God.
And that’s just what it takes to start over.
You managed to apply the lesson learned from your harrowing experience. Careful enough not to slip twice on where you fell. And to us, you gave one faint glimmer of hope.
A faint one which is enough to ignite the lost flames of hope in us.
Thank you Manny. Just like you we will continue swinging. We also recognize that what’s left in us is enough to rebuild ourselves. And one day, just like you, we will also triumph and say to one another “you did it, we did it.”
Indeed, we will rise again.