Manny Pacquiao by Howard Schatz
Yesterday as I walking from a photoshoot to class, I saw a beatup car pull up in front of the UCI student center. A dirty old camry, dark blue with the paint surely coming off, revealing disgusting streaks of gray. A woman was driving behind the wheel while a man seemingly in his 30s was in the passenger seat wearing a UCI sweater and holding a lunchsack in his hand. The man says something to the woman (perhaps his wife) and she proceeds to kiss him in the lips.
He comes out with the lunch sack and a backpack and reveals his brown cargo shorts and says his goodbye while that camry makes a left turn out of the dropoff zone and heads out of the school while the man walks by.
I really don’t want to make an assumption here. I don’t know if they’re super poor. I don’t know if that man works at UCI, studies, or both. Regardless I saw a story. I saw a strong loving woman who is supporting her husband and being his backbone as he does what he needs to support the family. I saw a man taking another day in stride regardless of how difficult his situation may be.
But most importantly I saw love. The love that comes when a right man meets the right wife.


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