THE MOMENT I stepped into the newsroom this hot Wednesday afternoon, my heart skipped a beat over the breaking news. Armed Forces spokesman Lt. Col. Bartolome Bacarro was announcing in a live media briefing that the missing U.S. Peace Corps volunteer has been found.
The downer was that her body was found in a shallow grave with an appendage sticking out.
I never knew Peace Corps volunteer Julia Campbell, but I know foreigners like her who go out on a limb to help improve the lot of this God forsaken country, and appreciate its innate beauty. For Julia, the cost wasn't just a limb but her life.
She reminded me of a good friend, a Princeton-in-Asia fellow and a writer, who wanted to do exactly what Julia did: hike at the Banaue rice terraces. But my friend did not have the time to do that before leaving for an English teaching stint in rural China. Like Ms. Campbell, my friend is brave and full of vitality. She's a moving spirit who scoffs at risks.
Same thing with an Australian hiker, Daniel, who I met after he scoured Palawan on his own. He was working for the International Labor Organization to improve worker standards in the Philippines. He fearlessly hiked the devastation left by Mt. Pinatubo in Pampanga.
Ms. Campbell possessed the same drive. Her decision "to step out of the rat race of New York, join the Peace Corps and board a plane for Manila" commands respect. (Quote from Ms. Campbell's blog)
After the initial breaking news, ANC ran this sort of tribute to Campbell.
JULIA CAMPBELL KEPT an online journal of her experiences as a United States Peace Corps volunteer, a blog with the simple title, “Julia in the
It was a humorous record of her adjustment to Philippine life and the hardships that came with working in poor provincial communities.
In her very first blog entry dated April 12, 2005, Julia wrote
"Today is the fourth day of living with my host family, the Alcasids. After the initial shock, we are getting along fine. They are happy to have me and to cook for me -- even though i'm a vegetarian! (Filipinos don't like to eat vegetables!!) I've learned all over again how to take a bath and go to the bathroom, Filipino-style. Bathing consists of cold water, a big dipper and a bar of soap and squatting. And let's just say the toilet doesn't flush by itself. It needs a little help from a bucket of water! :) oh, and did i mention, no toilet paper?”
Julia narrated how Jason's hopes of being the first in his family to attend college were ruined when the company managing his college savings fund went bankrupt.
"This somehow seems so unfair. A right of passage many Americans take for granted is so elusive to kids like Jason. Yet, it was within his grasp and a government plagued by corruption and debt snatched it away. And yet i'm sure i will encounter many more stories like Jason's along my way here, each one as heartbreaking as the other. Perhaps someday it will make some sense."
In what may have been her last blog entry, on January 2007, Julia wrote from Legazpi, Albay about the aftermath of typhoon Reming. It was Julia's first brush with death. After surviving it, all Julia could say at the beginning of her blog entry was: