"GOOD morning, Manong!"This was how I usually started my day in school--with a greeting to Manong Tero, a guard at Stella Maris College since the 1970s.He was truly amazing. He knew all the students by name. He memorized the different sounds of car horns and signalled to us when our "sundo" had arrived. He knew our parents and our yayas. He was like a father to us.When I was younger, I was very sickly. That was when I started to appreciate Manong Tero.He would carry my bags for me all the time, especially when I was having an attack of asthma. One time when I had my period unexpectedly, it was he who crossed the street to buy some sanitary pads for me. And when I had some problems concerning the school, friends or family, he would listen patiently to my endless whining and ranting and then...