To dilate, I may too shot my comments to commentators. First of all, my sincere thanks to those who faithfully sent their condole, during the passing of the late Congressman Victor Dominguez. No matter how good or how bad a person was, in time of death, there is grief. “Good Bless” Thank you for your comforting messages.

To the others, your comments was also read and understood. It would be better, you commented while the person concern was still alive. I may have overreacted, when I answered some comments. But! If thy can throw stones, I can do as well. If thy have horn, I also have. But I am using my horn to defend, but not to provoke.

Going all over the comments, it is to know that some people are warm hearted, some are cold hearted, while others are childish. Politicians have only friends and enemies. However, it is still very dignifying, because the late congressman have more friends.

To the people of Mt. Province, friends or enemies, don`t deny that you are enjoying the comfortabilities, which was gained through the PIETY of the late Congressman Victor Dominguez. My great compliment to those who have heartfelt of gratitude.

With open eyes, I am writing here how was life before. For the sake of those people concern.

During my young age in 1960s, life in the prov. was very poor. I thought we the people of Mt. Prov. were the poorest among the poor. But later realize that, children of Mt. Prov. are maybe lucky of not “kal-kal di basura,” as compared to those children in Tondo Manila. Life in the prov. was hard but thankful, because each of us have acre land as source of sustenance. Of course, labor is needed. Life was primitive, but thankful, because in my village, a rough ragged road is passingby. Also there is complete elementary school.

So was that life, that cannot just fade-out from the vision. The poverty opened the eyes. The challenges lead the way. I walked barefooted. How often I “sikdod” my toes on the ragged road with no electric light. Painful, but I limped on. How often I “kadlos,” on slippery pathways. I stood up and went on. How often I crossed the overflowing river with my own risk. Because there no bridge. Most villages was reached by “saka-mobil,” because no road. I have seen school children who walked rain or shine from: Banao, Lagawa, Tapapan, Letang, Leseb. They came to Guinzadan, to finish their elementary grade. They attended classes half wet, because of early morning dew or rain. Life was very pitiful but we dared to share laughters. Poverty was before the eyes, but we learn to behave.

Young generations today, you are lucky. Schools are before your nose. Even High School and College. You can study your lessons with electric light, instead of “saleng.” You are better secured now. You can reach other villages by automobil. You can watch TV. You can operate your Handys and Internets to easily transmit your messages, even your UNPRINCIPLED ideas.

The luxuries you are enjoying now, did not just came down from the MOON, by loud singing HALLELUJAH. The late CONGRESSMAN VICTOR DOMINGUEZ, hardly work for those. Those are the fruits of his very hard mental work, because of his PIETY to you people of Mountain Province.

Commenting Lolita Perschbacher.