Boy Scouts of the Philippines-4th National Jamboree WAS IT TRUST?

Francis Militante and his younger brother were among us stranded. The father was a board member of the lone district of Misamis Occidental at the time, from Calamba. Francis was probably two or three years younger than I am. I was fourteen. Though we belong to the same Contingent, it was only at Mapa High School that we were acquainted. We became buddies instantly. Into our third day, while we were having lunch, both brothers asked me if I could keep keep their money for them until we get home. I didn't think it was a good idea, fearing that I might lose it. But the worry on their faces outweighed mine. We went to where no one was watching us, they took their money from their pocket, we counted it, folded them and placed it in my short's secret pocket. That shorts never left my body until were told that we were going home. This never fades in my memory. I have always wanted to hookup with them, at least thank them for the Trust. Recently, I learned from a common friend that Francis has passed away sometime ago. May your soul rest in peace and I'm extending my left hand for a boy scout handshake.