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It was around late 1990's. I was still in the Philippines. Oprah, at that time was promoting a segment of the show where they will make your dreams come true. During that same time, My penpal, of now 27 years, were hoping, no, dreaming - for ages, to finally meet in person. The problem was, she's in the US. I was in the Philippines! We were young. We have no clue how to make our dream happen. I thought that, Oprah was the answer to our prayers! Halleluiah!
This once-naive self of mine went on to write Oprah and excitedly told her my "dream". I knew in my heart that she will make it come true! I believed in her that much. I mailed the letter. I waited weeks. Anxiously. Then that much-awaited day came. I got one, no, two, letters from Oprah. I was ecstatic! Why wouldn't I be? I just got a letter from Oprah! And two even! I can still remember how my hands shook from excitement and eagerness. I could hardly open the letters. But finally, I did. And as fast as the excitement appeared so was quickly replaced by sadness and despair. The letters were from a third person, not Oprah, and to sum it up, the letters pretty much said, we can't help you. Period. I was crushed.
I cried that night. Lots of tears.
I felt like I was never given a fair chance. Did Oprah ever got the chance to read my letter? I can only guess she did not. Up to this day, I wondered if it would have been a different story for me, if she did. But I probably will never know. The curtain has closed. Oprah is no more. And that chapter in my life will now remain, as it always has been, a memory of "what could have been"...
I kept the letters. For posterity. Piled inside a box with all the letters from family and friends I collected and kept through the years. I left it in the Philippines. Where it belongs. Memories of long time ago... meant to stay in the past but not forgotten. Up to this day, seeing all the people she has helped, and the lives she has changed and the millions of dollars she had given away, I still couldn't help thinking why she was unable to help me at that time. I may never know...
And I probably will never meet Oprah in person either. Nor would she even read this blog! Who am I kidding, right? I'm sure I will never ever know the answer to my "what could have been", but she, along with her own struggles and demons, have managed to help a lot of people more than I can account for with my own fingers and toes. It was just unfortunate that I wasn't one of them.
So yes, goodbye Oprah... Goodbye to "what could have been"...
** Just so you know this is not a hate post as what others may be speculating about now. On the contrary, this post is simply a poignant recollection of that particular day filled with both hope and despair and a day how Oprah, in an uncanny way, became a part of my past but not so much in a happy way.
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