I recently covered a week-long wheelchair distribution in Lipa, Batangas last March and most of the photos here are kuya Ivan’s (volunteer photographer) shots.
I was, as usual, with very nice people in a team where I couldn’t ask for more. These photos are some of the photos taken before every mission/ distribution.

On our last day, where we visited a patient that was not in the list (Yes, compassion, people), we had the chance to drop by the Basilica of Saint Martin of Tours and took amazing shots of it.

Again, what not to love about my source of living?
Category: Travels
Art of losing myself
HOW IT FEELS TO BE WORKING IN A FOUNDATION

“Your salary may just be half of mine,” a friend once told me.
“But it’s okay because at least you feel that you’re alive, you got to visit many places naman eh,” she added.
I always get this kind of reaction whenever someone asks me what I do for a living. “I am a writer,” I always say and “Wow” comes next but adding, “I work for an international humanitarian organization,” sometimes raises eyebrows.
Don’t get me wrong but how are you loving your high-paying jobs without feeling alive?—much more without feeling relevant everytime you sit in your office chair, open your laptop, and just do your workloads for the day?
Ah, practicality, yes of course.
I don’t have anything against that “feeling” but you must at least feel something whenever you enter your office’s premise because dude, you get paid for that!
So, answering the question of why am I still staying in this line of work, here are five things I learned in my almost one year of “official” service. (I spent my entire childhood and especially college life giving service to the humanity but I feel that it officially started when I volunteered in my work).

- I feel alive
Alive in a sense that I wake up everyday still thinking of the stories I will be writing that [may] inspire other people. I feel alive that I get to finally be able to write about the stories of my fellowmen who are mostly striving in their daily lives. Alive because I am always looking forward to my next “mission” because it means I will be meeting other people again and I will have the chance to encourage them in believing that God exists and He knows what to do with their lives. That, my friend, is my point of living.

- People need encouragement
It’s a cliché, but “every person you meet is fighting his own battle” so one should not be afraid of reaching out to the least-reached people. Naturally, people sometimes need that someone who will ask “Hi, how are you?” because it may crash a long-built hiding-my-problem-to-the-world-and-I-need-someone-to-talk-to-thank-you-for-asking wall.

- I am able to share people’s struggle to the world
“I write compelling stories of hope, resilience, and bravery for a living” are posted in my ABOUT ME section of my social media accounts and I have never been so proud. I interview the not-so-privileged Filipinos, asking if they are still eating three times a day. I did it maybe a hundred times already and mostly I get the answer of, “Yes, but struggling to.” That is something that I need to write for the whole world to know.

- Other people’s testimonies inspire many
Yes, testimonies of God’s faithfulness. Need I say more? That “I am thinking of ending my life but thank God you came” testimonies? Yes.

- I instantly become an “Ate” to many children
I don’t know but I always make it a point to play with other kids whenever I go out for a mission. Their giggles and youth glow make me forget (for a moment) that they are struggling in life.. and I thank God that it’s usually the other way around.

There is more to the world than buying material things, love.
First Up
This was originally posted on my original travel blog here.
Almost one year ago, I went to my technically first medical/dental/surgical mission for my first-ever job.
Almost one year ago, I trekked the slippery trails of far-flung barangays/municipalities of Iloilo; rode on a 6×6 military truck; walked for almost two hours in an unidentified road of stones and flowing water; and almost a year ago, [we] got ambushed. Read story here.

This is late, yes, because I am a bum. But can I just post some photos of our week-long mission just to fulfill my year-long-promise-to-self?
I was with amazing, brave, and wonderful people who did not give up on reaching out to the underprivileged Filipinos. 
As one of our team members put it, “This is the experience that I will never get tired of telling other people.”

If you ever ask me why I didn’t retreat in giving service, how can I if it means depriving other people of their right to be treated and healed?
Volunteer now. The world is filled with eye-opening experiences. 