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The gift of self

By J. Vincent Sarabia Ong | December 20, 2008 - 12:00am

I never fully valued the power of hope until I traveled in the early morning for three hours to Lucena, Quezon. There I met and heard the stories of Nanay Edith Miranda and Nanay Lelia Macaraan.

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