From the Eyes of a Third World Voter

Today was a beautiful autumn day. Look at the street of our beautiful suburban neighborhood.

From Voting Day

From the eyes of a third world resident, I do not even know where to walk where I will not fear for my safety.

Robert and my father-in-law walking to the elementary school to vote. It was a breeze to go through the process.

From Voting Day

From the eyes of a third world resident, a trip to the voting booth means I have to go through a chaotic crowd with whispers of buying my vote, look at typewritten lists from room to room and wait in line for 2 hours to sit in a hot, noisy classroom.

From my own eyes, I witness in awe on how it is wonderful to vote and know that the U.S. electoral system has a great degree of integrity.

From Voting Day

From where I am from, I have to pray for my vote to even really count and not for my rights to be stolen away from me.

From Voting Day

Mahal ko ang Pilipinas but my point is -- I really hope you voted today. It is not simply a privilege to do so. It is a responsibility that you should never take for granted. Because I know what it's like to sincerely fulfill my civil duty and not sure if it even matters.