And they’re not to shabby either. Graduates from a small provincial vocational school seventeen (!) years ago, they’re all grown up, turning the wheels of commerce, and contributing to government’s coffers.
Educate kids right and you get productive citizens. Although they do have to choose to do good and pursue their own careers, a good foundation is a must. In whatever way I may have helped them, I am thankful. One looks back and meditates and is grateful for all the lessons learned. More grateful too when we’re given a chance to get together for the first time after seventeen long years.
I didn’t want to miss this reunion. And I’m glad I didn’t.
Liz and I join six of them in San Miguel, Bulacan. We drown ourselves in food good for twenty people.
Since Bless couldn’t join us earlier, we take the reunion to her place.
Thanks Ghe, Grace, Tess, Henry, Janette, Bless, and Jocelyn. It was a blast. Though all good days have to end, it just makes way for the next. I just hope we don’t get to wait for another seventeen years to do this again.