Everyday, I go home from work and encounter angels with dirty faces; running around dingy streets carrying plastic bags of whatever. Grubby cheeks pressed on car windows asking for alms, selling rags, sampaguitas and basically anything to make a buck or two.
They’re everywhere. Innocent little ones brought into a world of poverty and deprivation. At an early age, they’re subjected to reality, something that privileged kids are not familiar with until they at least reach their puberty. My heart goes out to these angels who have no choice but to adapt to a life wherein everything is scarce; food; money; medicine, education. I feel helpless. I can’t really do anything about it. I, myself, have been subjected to a government that says it’s doing everything in its power to uplift poverty in the country. Too many words, too little action
If only I have millions or billions of pesos in my name. I would build an empire. An empire of Filipino workers where everyone is given equal opportunities to learn, own a land, have enough to send their children to school, and be a better Filipino.. proud of what they do, proud of who they are, and proud enough to help their kind. It would be an empire that will strengthen one’s patriotism to the flag and the country it represents. Imagine a Filipino; educated, acculturated, a patriot. In my empire, I hope to lessen the nation’s crab mentality and love for everything foreign. Mind you, lessen not eradicate. I will be a hypocrite if I say that I don’t love foreign products. The reason why I aspire to improve Filipino’s love for their own is the knowledge that we have values and virtues that are uniquely ours. Those qualities can be used to standout in the world, create things that are uniquely Filipino, share it with the world, and be respected and recognized. For far too long, we have been called domestic helpers and prostitutes. It’s a very sad thing right. If I have an empire, I will get people who have the same dreams as I for the Filipino people. Dreams that when accomplished will surely diminish the presence of angels with dirty faces.
It is relatively easy to seek change so as to have a better life, isn’t it? I, too have dreamt (still do) of leaving The Philippines and make a life elsewhere. Behind these dreams is a promise. A promise that no matter where life and destiny take me I will eventually come home. And in my homecoming, I hope to be able to help poor kids have a great day to remember. I’m a big idealist, but I can also be a realist. When I say help kids have a great day, I mean something like organizing a day of party for street children, visit orphanages and give out toys, have a scholar or two…but the biggest help I can do for them, is to let them know that someone is thinking about them and dreaming that one day, she can make a change for them.
This is me… feeling for Angels with Dirty Faces.
They’re everywhere. Innocent little ones brought into a world of poverty and deprivation. At an early age, they’re subjected to reality, something that privileged kids are not familiar with until they at least reach their puberty. My heart goes out to these angels who have no choice but to adapt to a life wherein everything is scarce; food; money; medicine, education. I feel helpless. I can’t really do anything about it. I, myself, have been subjected to a government that says it’s doing everything in its power to uplift poverty in the country. Too many words, too little action
If only I have millions or billions of pesos in my name. I would build an empire. An empire of Filipino workers where everyone is given equal opportunities to learn, own a land, have enough to send their children to school, and be a better Filipino.. proud of what they do, proud of who they are, and proud enough to help their kind. It would be an empire that will strengthen one’s patriotism to the flag and the country it represents. Imagine a Filipino; educated, acculturated, a patriot. In my empire, I hope to lessen the nation’s crab mentality and love for everything foreign. Mind you, lessen not eradicate. I will be a hypocrite if I say that I don’t love foreign products. The reason why I aspire to improve Filipino’s love for their own is the knowledge that we have values and virtues that are uniquely ours. Those qualities can be used to standout in the world, create things that are uniquely Filipino, share it with the world, and be respected and recognized. For far too long, we have been called domestic helpers and prostitutes. It’s a very sad thing right. If I have an empire, I will get people who have the same dreams as I for the Filipino people. Dreams that when accomplished will surely diminish the presence of angels with dirty faces.
It is relatively easy to seek change so as to have a better life, isn’t it? I, too have dreamt (still do) of leaving The Philippines and make a life elsewhere. Behind these dreams is a promise. A promise that no matter where life and destiny take me I will eventually come home. And in my homecoming, I hope to be able to help poor kids have a great day to remember. I’m a big idealist, but I can also be a realist. When I say help kids have a great day, I mean something like organizing a day of party for street children, visit orphanages and give out toys, have a scholar or two…but the biggest help I can do for them, is to let them know that someone is thinking about them and dreaming that one day, she can make a change for them.
This is me… feeling for Angels with Dirty Faces.
