IN THE BATTLEFIELD I CALL MY WORKPLACE, THERE IS A GAME CALLED PROMOTION. EVERYBODY WANTS TO BE A PLAYER. PLAYERS DIE TO DO THE HOMERUN NO MATTER WHAT IT TAKES. SOMEBODY IS KNOCKED OFF, ELBOWED, KNEED AND BRUISED. BUT NOBODY CALLS A FOUL...
IN PROMOTION, SPORTSMANSHIP IS NOT THE WAY THEY DO IT. THERE'S NO GOOD LOSER, NEITHER A GRACIOUS WINNER. EVERYTHING IS FORGOTTEN ESPECIALLY THE VALUE OF FRIENDSHIP. THERE IS NO DELIKADESA. THERE'S ONLY I, ME AND MINE... I SAW A GAME OF PROMOTION. AND IT WAS A GAME TURNED INTO A TRAGEDY. I AM DAMN GLAD I WASN'T PART OF THAT GAME. BUT WHEN IT'S MY TURN TO PLAY IT, I VOW TO PLAY IT FAIR AND SQUARE. SO HELP ME GOD.
I wrote these lines a year ago. But just recently, I took part in this game of Promotion. I have been promoted as the Supervising Officer... So, who was elbowed, kneed and bruised? ..
It's so hard to be at a crossroads. I thank my hubby and my mom for standing by me.
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