for 5 months now, my mom's been going to police school as required by her promotion. she's been going through training both in the classroom and on the field. and last monday, for their practical exam, they had an operation at some place in the province (the location i cannot divulge). if going to school everyday isn't hard enough for a person who's never been a fan of books and test papers, imagine doing a 60 kilometer trek, carrying a 60 pound pack, running and hiking on a pair of rheumatic legs, crawling and docking from bullets in ambush simulations, and having the sun blaze on top of you for 2 days! And she's 53!
anita daso reporting for duty, sir!
briefing at 4 am the following day.
goofing around with friends. (sir, not listening, o!)
10 kilometers down. 50 loooooong kilometers to go!
operation: pahinga muna. =)
one of the boys. macho mo ma! =)
moving along...
guess where this is. (hint: it's the mountain in the previous picture)
time space warp. after 2 days, 60++ kms. and 100,000 liters of gatorade. nice pj's by the way. =)
boodlefight! sort of...
happy happy! =)
But one thing about my mother, she's a strong woman. But it's not physical strength that makes her a cut above the rest (although i have to admit that for a woman she does have a strong pair of arms. and legs. and back. and everything.) what i really admire is her attitude and faith that keeps her going. she's been through a lot in her life, and to tell it would nothing be less than making a novel out of the cinderella story - minus the fairy god mother, of course.
My mother never gives up. And thank god she hasn't or else, i wouldn't be here writing this post. Again, the detail deserves a separate post in itself. But just to give you an idea, imagine having to put up with me for more than 22 years (and counting). Period. Wouldn't that be a nightmare! And to think I'm just half of the story.
A life of missed opportunities, broken dreams and bitter disappointments. But still she went on, thanked the Lord and smiled at the world. And because of that, she's my superwoman.
On monday (February 20), she's going on stage for her graduation. If only she knew how proud I am of her. Congratulations Mama. I love you po.
anita daso reporting for duty, sir!
briefing at 4 am the following day.
goofing around with friends. (sir, not listening, o!)
10 kilometers down. 50 loooooong kilometers to go!
operation: pahinga muna. =)
one of the boys. macho mo ma! =)
moving along...
guess where this is. (hint: it's the mountain in the previous picture)
time space warp. after 2 days, 60++ kms. and 100,000 liters of gatorade. nice pj's by the way. =)
boodlefight! sort of...
happy happy! =)
But one thing about my mother, she's a strong woman. But it's not physical strength that makes her a cut above the rest (although i have to admit that for a woman she does have a strong pair of arms. and legs. and back. and everything.) what i really admire is her attitude and faith that keeps her going. she's been through a lot in her life, and to tell it would nothing be less than making a novel out of the cinderella story - minus the fairy god mother, of course.
My mother never gives up. And thank god she hasn't or else, i wouldn't be here writing this post. Again, the detail deserves a separate post in itself. But just to give you an idea, imagine having to put up with me for more than 22 years (and counting). Period. Wouldn't that be a nightmare! And to think I'm just half of the story.
A life of missed opportunities, broken dreams and bitter disappointments. But still she went on, thanked the Lord and smiled at the world. And because of that, she's my superwoman.
On monday (February 20), she's going on stage for her graduation. If only she knew how proud I am of her. Congratulations Mama. I love you po.
