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Many stories are being told about climbing a mountain; this one's about faith. |
| "Now, Medardo," my prof. called up, "which size do you prefer?" Ah, sizes! But which size do I really prefer? My prof intrigued me at that. "I think we can talk of sizes when," I paused, looked at the girls at my left, "when there are no women around." My prof inhaled deeply, and then exhaled, but he smiled when I said, "But let me answer your question, sir." All in the class waited for what I was going to say. "I prefer the Filipino size, sir," I said as I watched the girls' reactions. They were relieved of what I said. My prof was disgusted. "And what is the Filipino size, may I ask?" "Oh," I tried to explain, with only a word coming out of my mouth. But I smiled, as I withdrew my stare, and looked straight at my prof. "If there are apples..." The girls were intimidating this time, wanting me to not say any word. But I was unperturbed. "The Filipino mango and the durian or papaya, I would prefer the mango, instead of papaya." My prof again was disgusted. "That's the Filipino size?" he asked. I agreed. "It's still big," he declared. I shut my mouth. To me it's still a mango. End of argument. |
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