Skipped Heartbeat

                  The first time I saw Pope Francis’ plane landing on the Villamor Air Base, my heart skipped a beat. I don’t know how and I don’t know why. There’s just a sudden burst of emotion that made me want to cry. For me it’s like I won the Lotto or I graduated college. It feels like all the heaviness and stress were lifted out of my body. I feel holy (though I’m not).

                I don’t know how to explain my situation. It’s my first time to see the Pope on the Philippines in our television. It’s my first time to feel that all the burdens were all gone. It’s one of the time that I feel that I should do good things to others. I wanted to cry so badly the day that he had mass on Leyte. Seeing all the Filipinos smiling, joyful and inspired after all the bad experiences. I have a sudden thought that almost all of the people there lost their loved ones due to Typhoon Yolanda. Some even wanted to die due to depression. Some lost their hope that they can move on. But at that moment, they’re all happy, contented with their life. Sometimes it seems that the typhoon was just a nightmare. I feel inspired, I wanted to do something good to the people. I wanted to be a good person doing nothing to others but all good, holy things. Also because of Pope Francis, my hope and love to God became higher. He made me realize that God is always here for us, especially in times of trouble and pain. And I love Pope Francis’ impact on me. I think he made me realize that I should be someone who’ll do well to every people despite their races, religion or gender.
                  If Pope Francis will read this. I would like to say that I'm very happy that you are the new Pope. You really have a good influence on us, especially for the teenagers. Thank you for making me realize that God is always with me, with us, even in the deepest part of our life. Thank you Pope Francis, thank you.