Here is the dreamer. One who created and played with the pen and the keys of a world soon unmade. She remembers the wind, water, earth and flame. She loved even shadows but knew naught of hate. With a heart too soft and a strength unseen, she loved the world and she lived a dream.

Thursday, May 19, 2011

The Red Cross Youth

95. One of the great perks of having a barkada who's a do-it-all is being dragged into joining an organization that actually makes a difference in the world. I knew we both really liked it because we got to help the less fortunate as well as learn a thing or two about first aid and life support.  Twice we actually cooked a gigantic potful of delicious arroz caldo or rice porridge together which thankfully came out as well as it did to give out. Several times we went to the plaza and gave out food to street urchins, and help out a few times with Gawad kalinga projects. Those moments were the most heart-rendering because for a moment we put smiles on those strangers faces, and for a moment we alleviated their hunger and problems though only for a short while. We had tree-planting and seed-bagging activities and seminars. We also had a great time during U-week in helping out at the booth. It was great because it actually led to many interesting, productive and fun moments for us all. The only regret I had with it was because we had to stop at our 4th year because it was hard to juggle with all our other activities.

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