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The Christmas rush traffic in Makati got worse this morning due to a bomb scare in one of the buildings. It was quickly found and disfused by the Philippine National Police. Once again, real-life heroes come to our rescue.

Hyperlink to the Mayor Giulani's introduction to the Marvel comic book "A Moment of Silence". Giulani once again brings praise to the brave people New York who have come together during the city's time of need.

Hyperlink back to the Decemeber 30 last year, when several bombs went off in different parts of the city, bringing chaos, panic, and death so many during the holidays.

One year later, the bombers and whoever else was responsible have not been caught.

As much as we have heroes, there just seem to be too many people that make worse, bringing a looming shadow to our already not-so-cheery lives.

Only means we need more heroes. More role-models.
Because all it will take is one brave soul, who would dare to put aside his/her personal safety, and speak out the truth.

We should applaud those bank tellers/officers who testified last year and were brave enough to tell the truth about the corruption in our government. It must have taken great effort and a whole lot of soul-searching before they decided to do what they did.


In my room is a photo of a row of apartments in New York. On the fire escape hangs an American flag. And if you look closely at one of the windows, you'll see an child around 7-years old and he's wearing an Superman t-shirt.

He is the child of a Middle-eastern man who migrated to New York.

The photo was taken a couple of days after September 11.

The blurb on the phto says that during that week, many children in New York wore superhero costumes and t-shirts.


We need to have those symbols, those icons that will given us hope, that will make us brave during the times when we are most scared.

We need to find our heroes.






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