Think of a thing you’ve owned for more than 10 years. It’s probably worn and torn and tested through time, but still you proudly own it, and are using it. You’ve grown so attached to it that you can identify it amidst the clutter of your room. Ten feet away. Upside down. Blindfolded.
Now think of that one thing held by someone else. “Hey! That’s mine!!” yes? There’s that certain connection wherein that thing, you know and feel, is yours.
Today, walking to Cebu IT Park, I encountered an elderly woman who greeted me “Maayong Pasko.” She held a cane, and an elderly man. She let go of her companion and extended her hand, palm faced up.
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