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we have found our heroes

A Hero’s Thoughts
by Kevin Smith

No toll,
No price,
No loss greater than This:
One of Our Own.

No smoke,
No flames,
No challenge greater than this:
To maintain hope.

No oath,
No pledge,
No Vow greater than this:
To never give up.


Here is the story of Muelmar Magallanes, 18 years old, who rescued 30 people from the floods caused by Typhoon Ondoy and died trying to save more.
CLICK THE LINK: http://www.theage.com.au/world/philippine-man-loses-own-life-after-saving-dozens-from-floods-20090928-g8o4.html

Here's how you can help the Typhoon Ondoy Victims in the Philippines
http://www.google.com/landing/typhoon-ondoy.htm

You can also donate via the UN World Food Programme
https://www.wfp.org/donate/ondoy

The quick way to help the people affected by ONDOY is to donate to the Red Cross via text.

Text RED (the amount you'd like to donate) and send it to 2899 (Globe) or 4483 (Smart)

You can donate P5, P10,P50, P100, P300.
So, if you want to donate P100,
just text: RED 100
and send it to 2899 or 4483

And here are other ways to donate to the Red Cross
http://www.redcross.org.ph/Site/PNRC/wtd.aspx


“A hero is no braver than an ordinary man,
but he is braver five minutes longer.”
Ralph Waldo Emerson

Comments

Reno said…
The ultimate act of heroism.
10:07 AM
John Paolo said…
Hi. I would like to contact the blog owner for a potential link exchange. Do e-mail me at philippine_sites@live.com. My site is at http://philippinesites.blogspot.com. Sorry for the off-topic comment; I couldn't find the e-mail address.

PS...that storm was a tragedy
1:01 AM
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