When we were asked to make this blog post, I did not know what to write. Surely, I ain't too experience enough to be able to share anything to you. Well, what would I tell you is what my mother did before when I was still a 3 year-old toddler.
During that time, we were still living at a rural area located at Quezon City. You know those kind of places where the houses were made of wood, and they were positioned beside each other. Yes, we actually lived there before.
Well during that event, my father was at the store, probably buying things for us. And then the event came.
Fire. It was fire that tried to eat our lives away. I was still a little kid then and all I could do was cry and wail. It was said to have started at our neighbor's house. My aunt tried to carry me away and our things outside of our house. My mother was pregnant then, of my sister.
When we checked our things, we soon knew that our idol (praying) was left inside the burning house. Defying odds, my mother, though being pregnant, rushed into our house to get the idol. Fortunately, she was able to do it and had little or no damage to herself.
Because of this, I believe that life includes taking risks in order to be successful in it.
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