Nearly two months since I last posted something here.
Tomorrow, it would have been a great reunion of our family. If only Haiyan, or as we locally call it “YOLANDA” didn’t hit our city, I would be with my family right now. Yes, I am a Yolanda survivor, I was there when it happened. When it blew away our roof, when the water gushed into our house, when it brought tears to my mom, my kid cousin and my nieces. I hated the storm, if only it was something with a corporal body then maybe we would have stopped it, but then NO, it was mother nature at its worst.
Then again, I’m THANKFUL, because at the very least, we came out of it alive, even my pets survived it.
It took away parts of our home, destroyed everything we worked hard for, took a lot of my fellow Taclobanons lives. Broken people’s faith and spirit, to the point when it seemed hope was no where to be found.
When the storm had finally stopped its turmoil, my dad and I decided to go to our store which was about 7 kilometers away to check the extent of damage it brought forth, and salvage whatever was left. I was at the verge of crying as my dad and I passed through what seemed like mindless people, seeing people at the side of the street…mourning…what crushed my heart the most, was seeing old people, holding on to their partners not even knowing where they were going, seeing innocent children going through what then seemed hell. Even fathers who are supposed to be strong were in their knees crying. I look at my father beside me, THANKFUL that HE IS STILL BESIDE ME. He too was teary eyed as we silently paved our way.
When we reached our store, you know those scenes from zombie movies~ghost towns, it looked exactly like that, a gloomy haunted city. Then I see this homeless guy. I was amazed with him. I was happy he was alive, even though I didn’t know his name, I smiled at him, he didn’t smile back as he was too exhausted. I then thought, this guy will survive, he lived most of his years like this, at least he knows what to do…he knows what it feels like to be homeless… but then, how about those who are just about to live his way of life? What about them?
When night time came, our house seemed to resemble a refugee center. We shared what little food we have to those who came. There were lots of people in our house most of them, I don’t even know. My sister and I, did first aid to this one woman, I hope she’s still alive, her wounds were really bad…
—-BE APPRECIATIVE OF WHAT YOU HAVE, COZ IT ONLY TAKES A SECOND FOR SOMEONE~SOMETHING TO TAKE IT AWAY FROM YOU—-
This Christmas, I’m away from home. It feels really uncomfortable, to not be with my MAMA and PAPA. It’s really hard to put up a front, being all tough, strong and invulnerable.
I’m with my cousins right now, seeing that their families are complete, while I’m the only odd sheep here. I feel jealous. I miss them.
But then again, I think about those who are mourning right now. I think about those who have no idea how to start their lives, the newly orphaned kids, and the parents who lost their children to the storm. One classmate of mine from college lost his two kids, I can’t even imagine the self-loathing he must be going through right now. The fact that he can’t blame the storm, the fact that he can’t pause and rewind his life…I pray that God gives him the strength to forgive himself and give him courage to move on.
Fortunately for me, our boss, helped us. I really thought I lost my job. Their generosity and kindness were really overwhelming. The president of our company, our clients, the owner of the company, their support was so unbelievable that I’m really amazed at that certain quality of human kind. I was really moved.
THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH!!! I HAVE NO IDEA HOW TO REPAY YOUR KINDNESS BUT I WILL.
Maybe one day I’ll be able to write in detail, my experience with Yolanda/Haiyan… for the time being…I’d just like to GREET ALL OF YOU…A MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!
BE KIND, APPRECIATE LIFE, LOVE YOUR FAMILY, LAUGH DESPITE THE HARDSHIP.