Be properly scared
An explosive device was hurled on the roof of the convent in Smokey Mountain while I was sleeping sometime in 1993. It was a Belgian fragmentation grenade. The hands of the policeman holding the grenade were trembling as he explained that a part of the firing pin broke so it failed to explode. I ran to Cardinal Jaime Sin and asked for advice. He told me to sleep in the SVD convent in Catholic Trade at night and do pastoral work in the garbage dump only in the daytime. I do not remember the counsel that he gave but I was so strengthened by the way he acted like spiritual father to me that I went back to face death, heart in my throat, knees quavering, waiting for the gunshot or the knife thrust that would end my life.
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