smile on his face as if we both knew he was about to embark on his final journey.
Another classmate, Dikki Kapauan, had similar fond memories:
I remember him most for calling me and advising me to refrain from getting into deeper trouble with some of our schoolmates after I was involved in a rumble. For a moment, I thought it was the end of my Don Bosco Makati days, but he spoke to me in such a soft and understanding manner that there was no need for me to say anything. He gave me no challenge, just a caring look that said: “No need to worry, I understand and you are forgiven.”
He sowed the seeds of faith in our youthful hearts by teaching us to appreciate plants and greenery and enjoy life’s beauty.
When I failed my Philippine Military Training because of my long hair and the principal was hell-bent on barring me from graduating, he interceded for me and said that I could go to summer camp at Nichols Air Base to make up for my absences. Thanks to him, I graduated from high school. Such is the mark of a deep and caring man, a man who understands how teenagers are, and how to treat each and every individual with perception and genuine caring. We gathered at a memorial Mass in Don Bosco Makati about a week after his burial in Cebu. The church was full of Bosconian alumni, who were part of many successive cohorts
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