According to my late grandparents, when I was eight years old, my mom decided to work in the city. She entrusted and left me under their care. We were poor without any farmland to till and the only sources of income of my grandmother was vending softdrinks and coco jam sandwich during harvest time plus our black native pig that gives birth to 8-12 piglets twice a year. The piglets at day 30 were ready for sale. I was able to finish elementary school because of our native pigs and a little income we got during harvest period.
I am 56 years old now and doing some charity works within our community under our informal group called Our Bacud Charities, Philippines. We conduct weekly Bible study lessons, feeding for 106 children ages 1-12 years old and doing organic vegetable and herbal gardening. Just recently, I launched our Permaculture Project which involves raising different kinds of plants and animals. Right now, we have three native pigs which I call them Tic,Tac,Toe, and two of them are female so in 4-6 months we expect them to conceive and bear several piglets.
I feed Tic, Tac,Toe, my three native pigs one in the morning and another at late afternoon. In between, I give them vegetables and what they love most is water spinach leaves. While raising them now, I feel some kind of nostalgia as they remind me of my childhood days with my grandparents who have both died twenty years back.
I am a son of a rebel, but I grown up to be a man who love peace. I give so much respect to other people. In believing God I want to change the world and be an asset to others in my own little way which I can share.