All great conversations seem to happen during happy hour after a long workday, and May 1st was one of those nights for me. My friends had just seen a play called “Piketlan Cantada” that was themed around worker’s rights in the Philippines and the US. They were very moved by it and, after a few beers, were charged with rage and inspiration to take action. My friend, Christian, had the most powerful epiphany I’ve ever watch someone have. He very casually said “the play made me want to just pick up my mom from LA and take her back to the Philippines so I can see where I was born.