Three months ago I considered myself as one of those
> blessed
> > and happiest people on earth. Why not? I married a guy
> who
> > was an epitome of kindness. A guy who worshipped even
> the
> > footsteps I made. More importantly, our union blessed
> us
> > with a daughter who not only became the main source of
> our
> > happiness….more so; she was the center of our lives.
> >
> >
> >
> > We’re simple folks who led a simple life. We felt
> the
> > happiest even about mundane things and inconsequential
> ones
> > that most people would only take for granted. Our joy
> mostly
> > revolved on simple pleasures like a sudden trip to
> Jollibee
> > or a late night marauding of the fridge for any
> leftovers. A
> > perfect family with simple delights, dreams and
> > aspirations………until that fateful night on
> December 5,
> > 2008.The day my husband and daughter were taken away
> from me
> > in a very violent way.. That Friday night on December
> 5, 2008
> > marked the beginning of all the terror, anguish and
> misery
> > in my life.
> >
> >
> >
> > In keeping with my ritual or “panata” on every
> first
> > Friday of every month, I went to Quiapo Church on the
> above
> > mentioned date to pay homage and respect to the
> Almighty
> > One. My husband and daughter were supposed to pick me
> up in
> > Pasay City after which we planned on giving our
> daughter a
> > treat to Jollibee. While riding the jeep, I tried to
> call my
> > husband to tell him that I was on my way to our
> meeting
> > place. But despite all the calls I made, my husband
> remained
> > silent. A very unusual occurrence inasmuch as he
> seldom
> > missed my calls. Despite my trepidation and wonder, I
> took
> > the next jeep going home and prayed that everything
> was
> > alright. I even promised to myself that I would
> forgive my
> > husband for not answering my calls and for forgetting
> to
> > pick me up.
> >
> >
> >
> > I felt relieved when near our place my phone rung.
> Such
> > relief was somehow only momentary….in fact the phone
> call
> > I got was the bearer of the worst news in my entire
> life..
> > My helper called, only to tell me that my husband and
> > daughter were shot to death by “men in uniform”.
> The
> > same men who were sworned to protect innocent people
> from
> > bad guys brutally slew the two most important persons
> in my
> > life. They were the same men whose sacred duty was to
> > preserve the lives of the public against all harm and
> > danger. Yet…….they were the same men who murdered
> my
> > love ones in the most cruel, savage and inhuman way.
> >
> >
> >
> > My husband’s face was unrecognizable because he was
> shot
> > in the head at close range while he was kneeling with
> his
> > head bowed down.. My daughter’s young body was
> riddled with
> > bullets, one hit her head, blowing her brains out..,
> all
> > from too powerful guns and ammunitions fired by the
> “men
> > in uniform” on two innocent and defenseless persons.
> >
> >
> >
> > The "men in uniform" were allegedly on a
> mission
> > to take some gang of robbers victimizing people at
> large.
> > The police shot the crosswind van my husband and
> daughter
> > were riding Based on some witnesses' narration,
> the
> > police sprayed bullets into the van despite the lack
> of
> > provocation or shots coming from the van. In his last
> > effort to save their lives, my husband grabbed my
> bloodied
> > daughter and shielded her with his body while trying
> to run
> > away from the police and tried to get cover from a
> parked
> > jeepney My husband and daughter were so defenseless.
> How
> > can you mistake a child for a robber? How can you shot
> at
> > someone who was already kneeling with head bowed, an
> > indication of helplessness. .
> >
> >
> >
> > My husband and daughter are gone…….forever. The
> pain I
> > feel for their lost is too much too bear. And the only
> thing
> > that motivates me to go on with life is the mission to
> seek
> > justice for their senseless killing. If the people who
> are
> > responsible for their death will be punished, if I
> could
> > bring them the justice they so richly deserve, my pain
> would
> > be alleviated. The misery I will live by will be
> lessened.
> > My husband and daughter will be vindicated and I will
> learn
> > to live the remaining years of my life in peace.
> >
> >
> >
> > Thus: I’m asking and begging everyone who will come
> > across this letter/e-mail to forward the same to all
> your
> > relatives, friends, and acquaintances. Help me bring
> my
> > cause to the eyes of the people capable of steering
> the
> > wheel of justice to the right direction. Help me make
> the
> > loudest cry worthy of attention by those people
> in-charge in
> > rendering justice to those who deserve it.
> >
> >
> >
> > Strength comes in numbers; it is where the impossible
> > becomes possible. It is also where the unattainable
> becomes
> > achievable..
> >
> >
> >
> > My heartfelt gratitude for everyone who will take a
> moment
> > in their too busy lives and forward this letter/e-mail
> to
> > everyone they know. May God always protect you and
> your love
> > ones from all harm.
> >
> >
> >
> > NOTE: So Sad everytime i catch bad news from Pinas....!!!
