Overseas Filipino Workers: Heroes of Our Generation

Heroes are people who make sacrifices for the good of our world. Police, firemen, soldiers, and teachers are some of the people who are heroic. They prioritize others before themselves, even though it means they have to something dangerous.

OFWs or Overseas Filipino Workers are modern heroes. They are people who choose to be apart from their beloved to earn money to support them. They miss holidays like birthdays, Christmases, weddings, anniversaries and tons of our important events. They do not have anyone to help them adapt to living outside their home country. One might not help but be home sick or sad.  Most importantly, OFW parents don't get to be with their children as they grow up while needing guidance from a loving parent figure because they only get to come home once a year or for others, every few years.

It is also very dangerous to be employed overseas.Sometimes OFWs fall into the hands of an abusive employer, resulting in heinous crimes like robbery, rape, or even murder. They are also a target for racist attacks since foreign people think of them as second class.

Being an OFW is an under appreciated job since what they do benefits not only their respective families, but also our country's economic growth and relationship with other countries.

In my opinion, I salute OFWs and hope that in time people will appreciate them more and give them the respect they deserve. I also hope that our government will take care of them and their rights as a human.
I look forward to the day that OFWs will not need to go out of the country to earn a living and go home to their motherland; and to their family's open arms.

-aacs

Act 5, Scene 3 (Revised)

Romeo: How often are men happy right before they die! They call it the lightness before death. Oh, how can I call this lightness? Oh, my love! My wife! Death has sucked the honey from your breath, but it has not yet ruined your beauty. You haven’t been conquered. There is still red in your lips and in your cheeks. Death has not yet turned them pale. Tybalt, are you lying there in your bloody death shroud? Oh, what better favor can I do for you than to kill the man who killed you with the same hand that made you die young. Forgive me, cousin! Ah, dear Juliet, why are you still so beautiful? Should I believe that death is in love with you, and that the awful monster keeps you here to be his mistress? I don’t like that idea, so I’ll stay with you. And I will never leave this tomb. Here, here I’ll remain with worms that are your chamber-maids. Oh, I’ll rest here forever. I’ll forget about all the bad luck that has troubled me. Eyes, look out for the last time! Arms, make your last embrace! And lips, you are the doors of breath. Seal with a righteous kiss the deal I have made with death forever.(ROMEO kisses JULIET and takes out the poison)Come, bitter poison, come, unsavory guide! You desperate pilot, let’s crash this sea-weary ship into the rocks! Here’s to my love!

ROMEO drinks the poison.

Oh, that pharmacist was honest! His drugs work quickly. So I die with a kiss.

ROMEO dies.
Juliet wakes up.

Juliet:What’s this here? It’s a cup, closed in my true love’s hand? Poison, I see, has been the cause of his death. How rude! He drank it all, and didn't leave any to help me afterward. I will kiss your lips. Perhaps there’s still some poison on them, to make me die with a medicinal kiss. (she kisses ROMEO) Your lips are warm.

Note: This is where I start revising.

Juliet: Oh what should I do! My love, my life! He's dead! Sobbing. I must reunite with my love. If I have to die, and so be it! Juliet holds the dagger close to herself.

Friar Lawrence comes in

Friar Lawrence: Juliet! What in God's name are you doing! Takes the dagger away from Juliet. How unholy! Never think of doing that again! 

Juliet: Friar, you don't understand! Romeo is dead! The light of my life lays still, pale! There is no reason for me to stay on this barren world.

Friar Lawrence: There is still hope my child! You can be a nun or a-
Juliet and Friar Lawrence are interrupted by someone crying for help.

Juliet: Romeo, is that you my love? Are you still alive?

Friar Lawrence: No it is not Romeo. Sees a pain-stricken Paris. Almighty Lord! Paris, you're still alive! Assists Paris to be healed. Let me bring you to the infirmary. Friar John! Bring the Count to the infirmary and heal him the best you can.

Paris: Juliet! Is that you, or is my head tricking me? My sweet bird, thank goodness! I thought my wife was taken away from me. 

Friar John takes Paris away.

Juliet: Oh what should I do Friar! My life is nothing. 

Friar Lawrence: I have an idea my child. It can help you forget of this tragedy. Marry Paris, my dear. He loves you dearly and he will cherish you like the diamond you are. He will make you forget of Romeo.

Juliet: What? I..I d-don't.. No! I will never forget Romeo.

Friar Lawrence: Trust me in this, Juliet. I am sure Romeo would want that.

Juliet: My dear Friar, I know you have my best interests at heart. I shall consider this.

The Chorus: And so this ends the story of Romeo and Juliet. For Juliet heeds Friar Lawrence's advice to marry the Count. The two houses have reconciled due to Friar Lawrence's account of the couples' short-lived romance. In time, Juliet bears a child, a son she and Paris will call Romeo, a name from the first man Juliet ever loved.

The end.

aacs