Our Beast Friend & Loyal Workhorse

Below Are Some of the Stories About How the F-150 Helped Us Not Only Survive But Succeed
And a few other interesting, heartbreaking & heartwarming relevant stories we can remember now...

Ford Chairman Mulally is our kind of man: He has the courage to take bold steps & associated risks. The man who led the development of the Dreamliner at Boeing. But 2 things: The research & engineering prowess of Ford & Alcoa + US govt's drive to force car makers for ever higher mileage made this a reality sooner. Earth-lovers, something to celebrate. To those who can't adjust their habits and preferences - well this beast adjusted itself for you...

This beast friend of ours, an earlier model of F-150 (flareside) had us in his shoulders in many of our weary days... Stories below.


A Story
My Cousin's Female Friend "Hit & Run" Our F-150, Endangering Our Then-Minor Passenger

We only then recently recovered from a series of robberies by the family of a religious man I trusted, and still suffering from trauma, not really healed from it all, especially my then nephew-dependent Richswaze.

My cousin wanted me to just forgive the woman, an officer in a company where he was chief of the legal department. He hated me, and when I fell into some crisis, he wouldn't help. And not only did he not help, later, when I went on hunger strike, he wanted to exploit it to have my freedom once again under the control of those who committed crimes against me. He projects an image of compassion to many people, and being soft to their sufferings, but is he?

What Happened?

After having a late dinner in Antipolo, a suburban city mostly on a valley near Metro Manila, we leisurely drove back to our place. We took the Cainta Extension route. It was past midnight If I remember it right. An old car suddenly, and recklessly drove fast out of a subdivision to our right, hitting us. The driver turned out to be a woman of perhaps more than 30 years of age.

She alighted from her car. We did. It was her trick, she sprinted back to her car and drove fast and away with her old car. My nephew chased her and caught up with her after a few kilometers. She tried to downplay it all and asked us to instead go to her office at a goverment regulatory body. No, we wanted to call the police. But it was past midnight, and Richswaze had classes the following day. Upon seeing the business card she handed us, we hesitantly gave her the chance. She said we can go to her office and she'll settle with us there.

Our F-150 was under 2 insurances, but we had to shoulder some participation in the repairs for any damage and I think it was in the amount of the first $250 (equivalent). She said there's no problem with that. We said maybe, as we told her of the name of our cousin, a higher ranking officer in the government regulatory body (or by then privatized utility company maybe).

And so we went there. This woman looked disheveled and disorganized when she hit and run us. She came from some subdivision somewhere in lower Antipolo City somewhere there our cousin lives too. She tried to run away from her responsibility. And she did not even say sorry. But there when I didn't want to forgive her, unless she agreed to pay us just half of the participation amount required by the insurance agreement, the full amount of which she promised to pay the night of the incident, my cousin eversince hated me and called me names.

My message: "Kuya, you are a man highly trained to make sound judgments based on reasons and laws - why is it that even years after that, when my life fell into some disorder, you wanted to exploit it to punish me. Punish for forgiving and letting go of your female friend?" She endangered our lives and ran away from her accountability, and we forgave her, yet you still wanted me punished for not easily giving in to your desires then? You're a well-off lawyer, and I didn't have any clout or rights to reason out with you.

Call me anything, but what do you call yourself? As you made us suffer and pay for the crime of your female friend and for her recklessness? I'm not sure she's drunk or was under the influence of drugs then, but she looked like a mess, and she turned out as some officer in the company.

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Next...
We Didn't Know Where to Go, Where to Move for Our Safety, What to Do & How to Continue Our Biz to Survive As We Were All Further Constantly Harassed & Threatened...


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