What the Last Election Taught Me

I’ve stayed quiet for a while, but I think it’s time to share what the last election really taught me.

I ran for Councilor despite being on dialysis three times a week. I knew I couldn’t do house-to-house campaigns like before. But my wife and sister encouraged me to stay in the race. They believed we could still win, especially with my brother—a doctor—leading the campaign on the ground. They told me people were surprised and touched that a doctor was campaigning for his brother, and many of his patients promised their vote.

I did my best. I campaigned hard on Facebook. I called friends and supporters. We printed posters, stickers, and tarpaulins. I truly believed we were doing well.

But then I started hearing whispers: “People want to see you.” “They’re wondering where you are.” “Maybe your team didn’t have enough time.” “People are expecting ayuda, money, or something.”

Then came the results.

I placed 18th out of 19. Almost last. Only above the Mangyan candidate. From being Number 1 Councilor years ago to that—honestly, it felt like the end. It crushed me.

But life goes on.

That election humbled me. It broke me a little—but it also opened my eyes. It showed me that politics is not what it used to be. That people’s expectations have changed. That no matter your past record, people still want to see you, feel your presence, and sometimes, yes—receive something from you.

I share this not to blame anyone, but to reflect. To heal. To move on.

Maybe public office isn’t my calling anymore. But service—real, honest service—is something I can still offer in other ways.

This is not the end of my story. It’s just a turn in the road.

Thank you to everyone who believed in me. I’ll always be grateful.