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Si Kanoy. 

This happened a long time ago, it started in late 1995 to be exact, and our friendship lasted for three years, in the sense that three years later I left the island where he was living. I blogged before that I worked for an environmental NGO in the Visayas and I was assigned in one of the islands in the central Philippines, and this is where I met him. Kanoy is his real name, and if you have a friend that lives on one of the islands near Cebu – asked them and the likelihood that they know a Kanoy is possible.

This is an excerpt from my kebigan blogger: pinoy manggagawa sa ksa. I ran into this blog posting because ‘tong aking pren eh pinasta pala sa blog nya yong aking mga kapalpakan - which is ok - matuto sana kayo sa aking mga ka-estupiduhan.

Nakaka-touch tong true story nya about Kanoy. I wished I had ran into Kanoys of the World para naman I would feel kung pano maging successful ang tulong. You know what I mean. I would not hide the fact that I do feel shitty about the fact that I must have spent millions of pesoses at walang nangyari sa mga tinulungan ko.

I remember when I was interviewed for a job:

How do you define success? Say nang lola nyo…

As a Filipino, I’ve defined success this way. If I could leave a positive imprint to those people that I care about in such a way that they are able to help themselves, then my job is done and I could consider it a success. After all, it’s not having a CPA, an MBA, a PhD or an ABDC after your name that matters. What matters is that, the people that you have accorded assistance are able to not only help themselves, but others as well.

I go the job.

Years later?

My relationship with relathieves are in shambles.

So read about Kanoy. It’s a beautiful story.

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