I was there in the front row. Together with my kin, my eyes were glued to the 24-inch screen in our tiny living room miles away from cheering crowd and the glamorous stage where you fought with a beautiful smile, remarkable grace, and queen-like stature.
The crowd was not always cheering you on, I know. Some were ruthless in the light of their own utopian perfection, let them be. People will throw could-haves with bitter side comments, let them be. They may rant on and on with how they were disappointed, let them be.
Perhaps you know this better than I do, the world can be so tough it will try to rip you off your kindness and rob your smile, don’t let it. Continue reading “An Open Letter to Ms. Philippines Maxine Medina”