Poks

Urbiztondo

La Union

After smooth cutbacks and floaters and airs, he rode the wave all the way to the shore where I sat. “Nice ride.” I said. He nodded and hopped for his walking stick stuck on the sand. It was 2008, the year I met my friend Poks for the first time. With only one leg, he's showing determination and courage every time he paddles out to surf. We’re still shocked at his loss. The point was firing but no one paddled out yesterday because he might be out there waiting for that perfect wave. “All yours bro. They are all yours….”
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