GUEST POST: WE ARE STRONGER THAN YOLANDA by Ms. AGNELLI ESTUDILLO
The road of life is never without trials and tribulations but no sufferings are equally the same. Never in my existence would I be ever ready for something that will change my life such as death, heart break, catastrophe, outbreak, but you have got to be prepared.
I was in Manila when the wrath of Super typhoon came across Tacloban City. International press, storm and adventure seekers, and a group of people with a particular purpose all went to Tacloban to serve as a welcoming committee for the arrival of a typhoon that was coveted as the world's strongest tropical cyclone to ever hit the land. I eavesdropped at a friend's house to share a couple of beer and a trip down memory lane of old flame who was about to celebrate his birthday along with Yolanda's arrival. Amidst the phenomenon which is about to change our lives, we had a few good laughs.
Dawn of November 8, 2013 - It has
arrived, indeed. We, native Taclobanons
have all the same distress and anguish. The communication lines were all down.
But that point when you keep on calling and obsessing even if you know that all
communication is down and there is no way to contact your folks. It makes it
even unbearable seeing all the news coverage shown in television before the
communications signals went down.The longest and most grueling 24 hours of my
life. It is safe to say that I had the most intimate conversation with the Lord
during those moments. I was fortunate enough to join a group spearheaded by a
good friend who among the first if not the first to have a glimpse of our
beloved Tacloban 2 days after the typhoon.
Forlorn surrounds the city. An
unexplained occurrence that baffled every one of us. Cliché as it may sound but
it was beyond imagination. Lifeless bodies, Black bags, Bloated Animals, broken
lamp posts, dead trees where amongst who greeted us on our way to our
respective houses. With no signs yet that my family was safe. My knees were
trembling. My stomach starts to shiver.Hours have passed and no comfortable or
pleasing meal for the entire trip, my heart was about to explode as I nearly
walked towards our house. I finally saw a multiple shadows of people inside our
house. I was agitated…. My lips were shaking, then the face of someone I look up
to open the door; Lo and behold it was my Mom! It was then all ambiguity in me subsides!
I am lucky that my family were all safe. No heavy damaged in our humble abode.
But my compassion and prayers for those who were taken away and the lives that
were left behind is vast and zillion.
Months after the deadliest
typhoon, the evident and incontestable support from both local and international
aid is very humbling as of writing. Various humanitarian agencies and their irrefutable
assistance never cease to resuscitate the damaged and the wounded. Many of the
global association who positioned their satellite offices in the Philippines
have opened their employment share to some residents of Tacloban. The
commercial industry is starting up again even if the supplies are crawling
up a bit. The electricity has been restored after 5 months of darkness. All life
demands struggle thus need human progress.
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