I finally found the time to just reflect on the past weekend...

I learned how fortunate I really was. I love my God, my family, my friends, my group, and most importantly, myself. I haven't been able to say that in a long time. I realized that I can make a difference. I asked the students to spread their spirit; witness the spirit to everyone around you. The one flame that lit us all. We all have a reason to be here. There's a niche in this life for all of us. I'll admit I have no direction when it comes to my own life, but I love where I'm at. I really have nothing to worry about. God is with me and I have no reason to fear anything. 'The Lord is my light and my salvation, so whom should I be afraid of?"

The thing that you do may not mean anything to the world, but it means the world to the person that you help.

Just seeing my students proudly walk down the aisle overwhelmed me with emotion. They assured me that I guided them. They assured me that I was there for them when they needed it. They made it clear that we were a family. They reminded me why I love to serve other people.

I was humbled this past weekend. I always made it a point to serve others. I really don't expect anything in return. I never really thought that everyone remembered what I did. One of my good friends still remembered the first day he came into choir. He told everyone that he wouldn't be there if i didn't make him feel welcome. Another called me his kuya. It wasn't even cliche this time. I was humbled to know that I made a difference.

The one thing I learned is to always say it before it's too late.