Thursday, October 1, 2009

spelling the name of disaster

This time, it was a Saturday.


A little more than a year ago, it was a Friday. I was on my way to work then, but I could no longer make it through the flooded city streets. I had to go back into the house, frustrated because I could not leave. Aside from that, the news kept me so worried because they say that in our town, the waters have gone high already. I could imagine my anxiety back then. I was staying in the city and I could not contact any of them came the afternoon. Just before the break of a new day, the rain stopped. I got home.


I came face to face, literally, with disaster. People got busy putting their lives together. It took time before everything and everyone got back to their feet.


Last week, there it went again. It prevented me from leaving, too. My flight the next day was canceled and was rescheduled due to the hateful weather condition. The disaster struck us again. Not the same area, though, but with almost and even more damage. Frank, Ondoy and the upcoming Pepeng - may it assume any name -has caused millions of property, livelihood and priceless lives.


With this sight, no matter how we ask for reasons why, the answers seem vague. Instead of asking, there is much more that we can do. We can HELP.


and PRAY.
(Photo courtesy of news.yahoo.com)