From Drugs to Riches (Part 2)
The Road to Recovery After my father’s death, my family agreed to send me to a rehabilitation center. I said yes. I thought I was going to Cebu for this, but I ended up in Antipolo. My family booked round trip tickets for themselves, not for me. I felt they really...
From Drugs to Riches (Part 1)
Young and Craving for Freedom I was a captive to drugs for more than 10 years. I had my first taste of marijuana when I was 11 years old. I gave in because of peer pressure. At first, I did not like it because it made me dizzy, but I eventually liked it because it...
The Shy Storyteller
The Introvert I am an introvert. I don’t like the thought of people looking at me. I feel awkward when I must make eye contact with another person. I get anxious when I’m surrounded by so many people, regardless if they’re familiar or not. I rarely initiate...
Watching Vision Unfold Part 2
Without vision, the people perish. Without vision, I live aimlessly. God leaves us clues. These clues may be key experiences, key dreams, key thoughts. Life clues turn into key words. The key words form a mission statement. The mission statement becomes a life...
Watching Vision Unfold PART 1
My dad gave me a thick spiral notebook for journaling when I was eleven years old. I only started using it when I was in college and in my early 20s. This journal, of all my diaries, contains many of the key decision points of my life as a young person: how to move...
