You were diagnosed at a time when you were applying for London. You didn’t know where to go and you came from a province down south Luzon. You didn’t have a treatment clinic in your area and you wanted a better service provider than where you were south of Manila. You transferred to SHIP and there, you continued your treatment.
You were constantly bogged down by your rejection from your London employment, the hospital supervisor didn’t even bother to update you despite having supposedly accepted initially for employment.
You found a local hospital where you worked as a nurse but still would had that flare to go abroad to find that greener pasture that you dreamt of. You would say hi from time to time but I always felt your sadness underneath. You saw me at the clinic before but you were too shy to say hi, instead you messaged me afterwards to say you saw me.
You never gave up. You applied again and disclosed your status. This time at an employment firm known to be sending positive community members abroad for work.
A few days ago.
You messaged me about your schedule to leave this October. You are finally leaving for Europe. You found that path that you thought you lost. That dream that you thought had broken down to a million pieces.
You’re one inspiration people should always remember.
You never gave up.
You deserve your dreams.
I AM PROUD OF YOU.