Once upon a time, one of the towns of Rizal which
is presently known as Kainta, there lived a woman who
was very well known not only to the natives of the place
but even to those of the neighboring towns. Her name was
Jacinta. Besides belonging to a wealthy family, she was
very beautiful maiden. She was much loved and respected
by the people because of her admirable character, she
was so kind hearted and charitable.
Charity was really deeply rooted in the heart of
Jacinta. Even as a girl she was so kind to the beggars and
to the poor. No beggar would pass by Jacinta's home with
out receiving alms from her. She invited the poor children
to her house to let them play with her toys.
When she grew up, every sunday morning after mass,
a long lined of beggars would come and Jacinta always
extented an open hand and an understanding heart to their
various needs - toys, clothes, money. Such acts of hers
made her deeply loved by her townmates.
Unlike many other beautiful women, Jacinta was not
lucky enough in love affairs. For her lover since childhood
got sick and died and as a result, she remained an old
When Jacinta's parents died, she was left all alone.
She devoted her life to helping the needy. Because of the
love and reverence of the people for her, everyone called
her Ka Inta - a name which became a symbol of "salvation
to the needy".
One Christmas Day, like all other Christmas days,
many people flocked to the home Ka Inta. To the aston-
ishment of all, unlike before, nobody was by the opened
window. The people almost all together called on Ka Inta
but no one answered or looked out. Several times
they called on the old woman, but still nobody answered.
They then decided to go up the house to find out why. and
as the door opened, women screamed while the men made
the sign of the cross and the children cried. For Kainta is
lying on the floor - dead.
"Ka Inta, Ka Inta," everybody cried. In the midst of
their grief and tears, the people saw around them the many
prepared gifts which they knew were for them.
The sad news scattered like wild fire. The news both-
ered everyone who knew Ka Inta. Dead was Jacinta, the
woman who devoted her whole life to the service of the
poor and the needy. She died, but her memory could never
be erased from the hearts of the people she served. They
named the place in her honor and since then it has been