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I swore to myself that i would go out on a limb and get an all-time high when i’m 40. White river rafting was a long overdue agenda and i finally embraced the raging rapids with utmost bravery! The rapids were crazy at the Cagayan de Oro River and  i felt  my gut  regurgitating in every  wave. Initially, my apprehensions were greater than my expectations. But when our team (we called ourselves "The Spartans")overcame the first obstacle, nothing and yes, NOTHING stopped us from fighting the angry river.  Our ever composed guide who was Our Saviour coined a lot of terms with our maneuvers. "Merry-go-round" was when the raft went in circles, "Kiss-the-wall" meant that your face would literally kiss the stonewall when you’re trapped in a crevice, "Standing Ovation" when everybody stood on the raft and did our balancing act. And the last man standing was, you guessed it right..Our Saviour! Our newfound skill would embarrass any Houdinni. No more tricks to keep us alive, only bravery and invincibility.

In between the rapids, the calm waters were a temptation for swimming. Nature, in her Most Grand, kept me in a trance. It was serenity and peace, 2 real aspects still inherent in MIndanao. "Make love, not war" is every man’s outcry. I have never felt this peaceful in this so-called war-torn Mindanao. Yes, amidst the raging rapids, no less. When it was all over, i still felt my adrenaline rush. Like a Spartan, I shall return in heroic whispers. I exclaimed, "This is better than $%&!!!!… But Iko quickly protested .  Oh! I see..the greatest rapids lie  in the 4 corners of our  bedroom. Shhhhh…..