What Can I do?

To Madam Prime

I don't know if you'll ever read this. But I'll say it anyway.

Thank You for your Trust.

Thank You for your Friendship.

Thank You for your Guidance.

Thank You for Leading us to Victory.

My Heart bleeds for what happened to you. By this time tommorrow my blissful ignorance will be piereced and in all likelihood I suffered the same fate. But what can we do? So intent were we on victory that we did not realize that there was no one to catch us after our leap of faith.

Barring some sort of Deus ex machina bail out I guess this it.

The only difference between us is I'm Res Judicata. I'm going to stick it out. I have a three-year plan and I intend to stick with it.

Let justice be done, though the world may perish.

This is what I can do. THIS IS ALL I CAN DO;

My performance on Nov 24 (God willing I can even still moot) will be dedicated to you. And if If IF God choses to bless my dreams of Bacolod, that will also be for you.

[Edit: As of press time things are a little better. Madam Prime is in better spirits and she looks like she's ready to resume the fight.]

Sincerly,

Francis