Major Teoh’s Blog

September 28, 2007

When we dare to dream.

Filed under: Guest Writers,Ma. Concepcion Ureta — Major (Rtd) Teoh @ 5:58 pm

When we dare to dream.

By Ma. Concepcion Ureta <>

Some rambling thoughts while I eat my “bulad” (dried fish) with tomatoes  and a little  sawsawan.( fish sauce)I went on a trip to the barrio last month with a bunch of working students.  We went to visit the wake of an alumni who died of “bangungot.” (an illness causing death while sleeping)

I was in my office attire  and never thought I would have to walk to the “basakan” (farm road)  to get to his place.  At first I thought what the heck for it was okey since we were all having fun.  As we neared the place we were greeted by his parents and saw how poor they were.  His coffin was placed in a shaded  kubo(hut)  since their home was just too small to accomodate everyone who would come to visit.

What struck me most was the unfinished concrete structure.  His sister sadly told us that even before he was accepted as a working student  Elier would set aside an amount to buy hollow blocks from his salary as a  gasoline boy.  He dreamt that one day he would build a house for his family.

Elier was always the hard working student that everyone knew.  It was Bro Crispin who recommended him to the Grant in Aid program of the university.  He took notice of this boy whenever he would get gas for his car.  He would engage him in conversation and learned of his love for his family.   Elier was  offered a chance to weave his dream.  He applied and was accepted to be a  working student to pursue a college education. 

Elier  finished college in 2006 and since then has moved from one job to another in the hope he would get the chance he needed.  He was a skilled electrician and very good at what he does.  Everyone calls him “tatay”(father) because of his ways. He wanted to go abroad but he still needed a huge placement fee to be able to get the opportunity he needed most.  One day I chanced upon him at the university.  He was proudly telling me that he worked as a electrician for  a  building contractor.  I teased him..”o blow out on your first salary)..”  I didn’t realize that was going to be the last time I will ever see him alive. 

The unfinished structure was a reminder of Elier’s dream of a better life. He wanted his parents to live comfortably in a concrete house.  He wanted them to move out of their little hut they call home. He was like everyone else wishing that one day things will look brighter and that their future will change. 

To Elier Gervero wherever you are now look down upon us the living and teach us how to dream and never lose hope. 


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