October 8, 2009 is a very unforgettable day in my life. It was the day that my world was thrown out of its axis and sent me spinning into an unknown and uncertain world outside my family.
A totally unexpected turn of events which completely disintegrated whatever little belief I had left in the justice system of this country turned my life 360 degrees around.
Sometimes, it is best to get up and run away, especially when the law, however unjustly you feel it was tendered, is after you. You have to hide in order to have a fighting chance.
I left home totally alone, homeless, frightened and unsure of myself, but the thing that kept my spirit alive was the thought that I have to fight for myself, for my dignity and for what is right and just.
My mind was in a turmoil and I did not know where to go with a handful of clothes in a small bag and some borrowed money. Luckily I have just withdrawn some online earnings which are on the way to my bank account. While riding a jeepney on the way to the city, a colleague called me up (thankfully, I did not forget to bring my cell phone with me), and told me to go to a certain place, where we shall meet. What a relief, that I will no longer be alone.
As I boarded a bus, whom should I see on the bus, but the same colleague who called me up. During the nearly 2 hour ride, we talked about what happened, what we are going to do, but we did not know where we are going to stay. Another colleague have made arrangements for us.
We were both floating in a limbo of unreality, angry, disappointed, depressed but determined to make the flight and give ourselves a fighting chance to get justice.
