Twenty-eight years is twenty-eight years. What happened in those years have been recorded in the inspiring pages of Sunday Post's weekly edition, a quintessential part of Bohol's unfolding history. How we've come this far, we don't really know. We can only imagine the past, the present, and the future. We could no longer count the thousands of sleepless nights being devoted to producing every single copy of this war-battered Paper. We could no longer remember how much sweats and tears the writers, editors, ads executives, layout artists, and more particularly the never-say-die founder-publisher, Boy Guingguing who has publicly acknowledged that in order to sustain a thankless, bloody feared job in the name of public/humanitarian service, one has to be gifted with the “courage of a burglar,” have been poured into each single inch of the Post's printed words and pictures. Call it labor of love. Yes, Boy, Mike, Frony, Poypoy, Adam, Sendoy, Ardy, Mark, Cathy, Bebe, Jonas – and yes, Ric and Ven, and many other generous souls - it's all about labor of love that we have to bond together in order to provide a fair and truthful reporting of the latest events that shape our province's history. To survive in a battle-studded-in-all-fronts newspaper journalism work, labor of love, however, is not enough.

As we turn 28 years old today, we humbly acknowledge the mercy of God the Father, the grace of Jesus Christ our Lord and Savior, and the wisdom and strength of the Holy Spirit as the foremost reason why we are still here. In the wake of the 7.2 magnitude earthquake last year and the subsequent devastations brought about by superstorm Yolanda when all power lines had been knocked off plunging the province of Bohol into three weeks of darkness, the Bohol Sunday Post, operating on a shoestring budget, had to camp out in the grounds of Bohol Tropics Resort where a limited power supply was sufficient to power up our laptops, printers, scanners and cellphones. Our partner printer, the Universal Press, also shared with us the agony of coming out a weekly paper with zero ads but incurring tens of thousands of pesos of operating costs. What a life. But, alas, and thank God, whatever that could not kill us has strengthened us.

Threats of libel. Welcome. Threats of starvation. Welcome. Threats of paper shortage. Welcome. Threats of natural calamities. Welcome. What else? Having survived this far in our scarred journey, we have joyfully learned how to embrace both the good times and the bad memories which are being consigned in the course of our public service. Meanwhile, as the world is becoming more digitized and the printed paper is facing threats of extinction, we will always believe that nothing is more special than the feeling of holding and reading news stories without worries of drained batteries and faltering LED screens. Newspapers will forever live for as long as we care, and you care about our collective hopes and dreams- and our shared love for Bohol and its information-conscious people, as one race, one nation, and in Bohol, one Sunday Post…