
Bridges are there for us to get connected. To be understood. To build. And rebuild.
I grew up in Manila and this city should really be very proud of having so many bridges. Most of these bridges are of heritage value because of their existence dating back the Spanish era. Traversing back and forth those bridges before were so trivial for me. Now I realized, they were landmarks of my life.
The Quezon bridge is where I realized I have to stop being an activist. At the foot of the bridge from the Quiapo church, I decided I can serve my country well and love it in some other ways. The bullet that almost hit me during a march going to Liwasang Bonifacio landed somewhere else.
That feeling of elation made me want to see the San Francisco Bridge in California.
I did not see it.

I did not notice the bridge when I came- in Hongkong through the late night train travel I had. But in the light of the day, riding a Mercedes Benz, seated comfortably, who wouldnt miss this grandeur.
I am so blessed! I did not see the San Francisco Bridge, but someone up there gave me the Tsing Ma Bridge instead!
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