I once knew an old man. He was about 96 years old when we first met. Having spent all his life in the construction business, he was a strong and healthy man for his age. I admired the man for reaching that age and for having accomplished a lot in his life. But years later he got sick as everybody does. The last time I talked to him, I asked how he was doing. And he answered me in Tagalog, “Heto, buhay pa” meaning, “Here I am, I’m still alive.” I thought that was an amusing answer coming from him but that was the last time I talked to him. He passed away already a few years ago. But I do remember him from time to time because of an abandoned rocking chair. What is left now is just the metal frame of a rocking chair once owned by a man I once knew and learned to admire and respect.