Sunday, November 20, 2005

Okay, you know when they say that you don't really know how happiness feels unless you've been sad? I never really bought that. Until Saturday happened.

Man, I've never thought I would feel that exhilirated in my life. I know, nerdox na kung nerdox. But 30 digests in less than 2 hours. That was all that I was able to read for Saturday's agency class. Yet, here I am. I survived. I lived to tell the tale. I sat in that room head held high, bahala na... yet, I survived. And now I know what that feels like. Courage under fire and living to tell the tale.

Before class we were saying that it shows. We stayed even if we knew we were walking into what was likely a death trap. But we toughed it out and we stayed. We were kidding, when the hit shits the fan, we stand tall, covered in shit.

But you know what, scratch that last bit of the equation, because when the shit hit the fan, we stood tall, with barely a scratch on us.