Yesterday, I read two articles on Raul Roco, one by Conrado de Quiros, and the other by Manuel Quezon III. And I couldn't help but cry.
He was and still is my idol.
Last year, a day before the elections, he bought airtime on ABS-CBN and Studio 23 and repeatedly played his innovative campaign ads. I cried while watching it. I cried not because he appealed to my emotions, but because I knew that although most people know he will make a good president, he will never win, unless if God himself came down from the heavens and forced people into voting for him. I cried because, although I did not share and approve the view of those who chose to support Arroyo, I understood why they did so. I cried because here was a man who so clearly deserves to be president but did not compromise his ideals and principles just to be president. I cried because Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo betrayed the country and ran again for president. I cried because, Raul Roco represented the little hope left in the country and people easily dismissed him because it was not practical to support him.
This year I cry again. I cry because he died. I cry because he would no longer be able to personally share his convictions. I cry because, a good man died. But most of all I cried becauseone of the few true public servants this country has ever seen has died and with him, died too a part of the little hope lingering within me that this country can still rise from the ashes at which we are in right now.
It is indeed sad and tragic but only for us, not for the man who lived a life with his ideals and values intact. It is indeed sad and tragic but only for those who refused to see Raul Roco for what he trully was. Because it was and will never be sad and tragic for Raul Roco who died with his dignity intact. Who, even in his death, continues to inspire.
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