A sad day, indeed

At 10:30 a.m. last Sunday, crowds were streaming into the lobby of L’Fisher Hotel and its Ripples Resto in Bacolod City and they were Pacman loyalists like Ninfa and Perla Leonardia and myself. At the La Proa Ballroom, where the live viewing of the fight was to be shown, almost all seats were also taken.

We could see that the MGM Grand Garden Arena in Las Vegas, Nevada, USA, was also full of boxing enthusiasts; and the blinking and dancing lights mesmerized me. Every time the camera focused on Pinoy boxing champ Manny “Pacman” Pacquiao at the arena waiting lounge, the audience – Filipinos, Fil-Americans and other nationalities – shouted and clapped their hands.

The first rounds were definitely Pacman’s so nobody could believe, and accept, what happened in Round 6, when our boxing champ was knocked down by Mexican boxer Juan Manuel Marquez.

It was a sad and devastating day. We had a very lonely lunch but did not lose our appetites, so we just decided to go home and rest. It was all so tiring. Poor Pacman.

Remember: The more Christ’s love grows in us, the more His love flows from us. If you believe that Jesus lives, you don’t need to fear death.*