It was a glorious Saturday morning. I maneuvered the car onto
a narrow pavement careful not to hit the motorcycles parked along the busy
street. A man on his fifties was taking a bath on the sidewalk, in open air. Kids
were running around devoid of care and undergarments. We were in the heart of
what was tagged as the biggest slum area of Pasig. But boy, was it a glorious
Saturday morning.
We partnered with Jesus Loves The Little Children Foundation, a non-governmental organization whose aim is to help the underprivileged
families send their kids to school. They believe that quality education is the
answer to the country’s battle against poverty. It is an advocacy I believe
with all my heart. And on that glorious Saturday morning, we were privileged to
meet 25 of the foundation’s scholars.
I was lucky enough to have like-minded people as friends who
came out to support. We did an impromptu dance number where we looked like
fools at most. We thought it was a small price to pay, the kids were laughing their hearts out watching awkward limbs fly out here and there. I
thought of it as an early Christmas party for the students, where there were
games, and prizes, and activities, and food, and gifts, and shrieks of
laughter, and pure childish abandon.
It wasn’t much. But I guess all we wanted to give was one
day full of fun and joy and the reminder that someone cares. And truth be told,
they did more for us than we did for them. It was a glorious Saturday morning.
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