By Danilo G. Mendiola
We all have stories from the past that are just waiting to be told. I think of stories of the “boat people” I met at the Vietnamese refugee camp in Palawan, where I worked as a resettlement counselor for the United Nations High Commissioner on Refugees (UNHCR) in 1986. They were tales of family separation, of incredible afflictions during the escape, of lives of misery in communist Vietnam. But they were also tales of friendship, of courage, of hope, and of love.
Posted: June 2nd, 2013 in Columnists,Columns,Inquirer Opinion | Read More »
By Danilo G. Mendiola
The month of May touches a sensitive place in my heart as it holds the more memorable events of my checkered life as a boy and a young adult.
Posted: May 2nd, 2013 in Columnists,Columns,Inquirer Opinion | Read More »
By Danilo G. Mendiola
I HAVE lived most of my life in Metro Manila except for some seven years spent as a missionary in Mindanao. For some reason, however, to this day I consider San Jose in Nueva Ecija my “hometown.” Early this month my siblings and I, together with our respective families, traced once more “the way [...]
Posted: November 29th, 2012 in Columnists,Columns,Inquirer Opinion | Read More »
