I commute a lot, there’s no hiding that fact. I’ve come to love traveling through the arteries of the metro on public transportation. It’s fun, educational, adventurous and sometimes scary but exhilarating nonetheless. More often than not, I see or hear things that no owner of a private vehicle encounters, stuff that only a commuter experiences such as a crazy bus driver from hell, a shout-out inside the metro train, a jeepney driver with arm, or maybe a nun picking her nose. Those are the kinds of things that are fun and entertaining. I say fun too many times. Anyway, my post today is not about superheroes or idol musicians. No, today my post is about unsung heroes you find on the road. No, not roadkill.

INSTEAD.

The heroes I’m talking about are the courteous people you find in the train. People who don’t push other people so they can get in. People who actually MAKE ROOM so that other people can get off the train. Ah, it’s such a nice feeling to run into these people for it makes commuting a lot more bearable. The other day, usual mrt day, of course, every mrt passenger cringes everytime the train is about to stop at Cubao Station because in this station, all humanity is thrown out the window. The concept of man, woman and child are alien to people here. Here, it’s every man for himself. Push or die. Ride or wait. Okay sure, everyone is in a hurry to get to where ever they need to be but that does not give you the right to push and squeeze beyond imagination. It’s retarded really.

SO ANYWAY.

Train left quezon ave and we were already packed like a Snoop Dogg concert but it was still bearable. Of course, come Cubao avenue, everyone braces for the worst. To my surprise, the ones near the door, whom i like to call “the frontline” - the only thing standing in between the cubao people and the people inside the train, didn’t budge! They were like “pare, puno na. next train na kayo.” They were actually HOLDING OFF the people just attempting to get in. Of course, it was really already tight inside. All i could do to thank the frontliners was laugh a little inside, thinking how much guts it took to tell those people that “chong wala na talaga” and still hold their place. Amazing.

God Bless You, Sirs.

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