Chester Lastica

It Happened On Mendiola Bridge

By Chester Lastica

My first awareness of religion was when my grandmother brought me, together with my cousins, to hear Mass. We were already late and it was a very disappointing experience to watch people be driven away from the pew where the name of our family was deeply engraved so as to accommodate us comfortably in a jam-packed church. It so happened that one of those driven away from that pew was my friend.