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This document shares personal experiences of crime in the philippines and the efforts of the philippine national police to prevent criminality through various interventions. It includes stories of encounters with criminals and the establishment of anti-criminality campaigns. The text also touches upon the emotional impact of crime and the hope for justice.
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Wheel of Unfortunate It was night time. You were happily traveling along the breezy highway of your city. You enjoyed the road trip. No traffic, no annoying motorists, just the gentle wind, city lights, and you. But suddenly, with just a bat of an eye, your supposedly oasis turned into a battle field. Your life’s in danger! What happened? It’s More Crime in the Philippines? The Philippine National Police delivered devastating news last October 2017. Philippines suffer from robbery, murder, and theft on a daily basis. It happens in the most unexpected times. In broad daylight, in the night time, and even in crowded places. These unfortunate events have left the victims a deep wound that no amount of medicine could ever cure. Exhausting Flashbacks “Run for your lives!” If only they could run, they would, but with a rusty knife aimed at victims like Jomari Pista on their sides, and a series of unhealthy thoughts rushing down their system, all they could ever do was cry, pray, and give the thieves what they want. It was a traumatizing experience that no other person would want to look back. Will justice ever prevail for these people? PNP Says No to Criminality To prevent further damage in the hearts and minds of the Filipino people, the Philippine National Police established all sorts of intervention to promote the Anti – Criminality Campaign. Some places prohibited male as back rides while others stopped the usage of helmet in their areas. Another mediation created was the suggestion of enlarging plate numbers and making the motorists wear reflector vests, all for the glory of justice. Every human being’s life is important. No matter where you are, stay alert, stay guided, and always be safe. PNP may not entirely eradicate the problem regarding criminality, but their counting on high hopes, that someday, the humanity will wake up by themselves and justice will reign, till the end of time.
Pathway to Trouble Thank God it’s Friday! It has been one hell of a week. I’m literally starting to get tired of my life. I promised my friend that I’d hang out with them tonight. My mother said that it may be a little dangerous because there are no street lights, but I answered her that everything will be alright and nothing bad will happen. I was wrong. As I walked past our gate, I felt the unfamiliar pang of uneasiness. The chills went from the bottom of my toes to the cheeks on my face. Ah, must be the weather, it was a little cold that day, colder than usual, maybe because it’s already September. My friends are just nearby, I thought that it would save me some money if I walked, little did I know, I saved 9 pesos and risked my life afterwards for the stupid decision. There were two guys riding a motorcycle, I did not notice them at first. Actually, I didn’t care, all I wanted that night was to arrive at my friend’s house, safe and sound. “’Wag kang gagalaw, holdap ‘to,” the other guy said, with bloodshot eyes, and a faint smell of liquor in his breath, while pointing a gun at my side. My palms were all sweaty, my head hurts, and my heart beats frantic. I did not know what to do, will I run? But they have a gun! Will I shout? But there are no people around! With two long exasperating sighs, I gave up. Everything was a blur, I gave them the phone that my father worked hard to earn for. I gave them the allowance my mother gave me from doing laundry. And in just a quick span of time, they were gone, with the money and the things my family poured their sweat and blood into. I was dumbfounded, with empty pockets and a broken heart, I walked back to our house. “IpasaDiyos mo na lang anak,” my mother said, feeling my exhaustion. My story does not end here, for I know that someday, not just for me, but also for the people who became the victims of these thieves, justice will prevail.