These two holy men who I know pray for me, who accept the ME without prejudice rather with care and genuineness. I used to run to them for matters, trivial or not, that bother my peace and happiness. I can make them laugh, have conversations with great ease coz I do not need to wear a mask. There was never a need to impress them, they let me express myself in hyper- manic and sassiest way, and they listen attentively to my thoughts that I blurt out.
Now they both have grey hair, it's been almost eight years that I am not physically near them yet they remain to inspire and motivate me to be a "good girl." I miss them as they serve as my spiritual blankets and shield. They continue to be.
JCH. Chingkido. Spiritual Shield.
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