ay back in Taggat, my group of Feliciano Posadas, a certain Biazon - logging surveyor, Regino Padilla - a friend, and I went swimming after lunch at Taggat shore. After the first swim, I found myself too far away while my friends were already heading back to shore. Perhaps they realized I was carried by the current. I tried hard to get back, but couldn't. My friends scampered around to look for help as I tried hard to swim back. I really couldn't. I tried hard to keep afloat. I felt exhausted, too. The sun was bright and I could see my self float off and on. Perhaps after half-hour, I heard a motorized banca came by me. Of a sudden I was able to lift myself out of the water into the boat, but I was vomiting. "Aba, buhay!" There was a lot of people. At shore, my friends took me, but i could hardly walk.
Mang Delfin Molina and a certain Igarta were the boat people.
I was so groggy to report for work.
Thank you St Poly for not letting me down.
26 January 1965
Excerpts from his journal dated January 26, 2015.