MY TYPHOON HAIYAN EXPERIENCE

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Nope! More on remembering those people who had died on that tragedy.

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#PrayForTheSoulsNotFightForTheSoulsEvenJustForToday

                On the 7^th day of November year 2014 in the afternoon, I went to our school for my clearance to be cleared then there I met Mano Randy on the lobby and told me: “Anu dai? Nag-aano ka nganhi? May bagyo. Uli nala ha iyo.” And I was like: “Oh! Okay. J” That’s when I realized that the weather was unpleasant. It was so calm, very calm so it was kind of scary but still I didn't mind.

                Someone opened the television when nightfall came, though I don’t exactly remember who opened it, while I was in front of our PC surfing whatsoever with my ears covered by a headphone there I saw a glimpse about the news of the typhoon and there it says that the wave is on level 9 (7 or 8 meters high) I think if I am not mistaken and I also heard the word “possibilities” so all in all I didn't really understand what the weather forecaster was saying but I do know what I saw if that was for real.

                November 8, 2014, about 6 a.m. in the morning I opened my eyes to check if my painting was still in tacked (quite insensitive about the typhoon though), when I saw it was still there I decided to go back to sleep but I couldn't so I got up from my bed and went out to see if the weather is getting more violent. Then my mom came with me outside, along with my younger brother. My dad wasn't home because they’re having a seminar in Davao, so the only guy with us is my brother and bonjing our dog. We were out watching people passing by while they’re battling the wind with a smile on their faces (ironic). After a few minutes we were unable to see anything due to the heavy rain so we went back inside.

                Just when the door closed everything went in fierce. We could hear the painful sound of the wind, the flying roofs, and some broken branches. Then the water was getting higher, when we open the door again almost everything in front of our house was gone. We were stuck inside because of the debris that flew to our side. The electric posts were down and one of it fell on our roof. Everywhere inside our house was raining, my mom told us to pack our clothes so we’ll still have some clothes to wear after the typhoon and things that were important like documents were placed inside a washing machine so it won’t get wet.

                I was already feeling dizzy because of the sound of the wind and because we haven’t eaten breakfast yet. I found a solution for that though. I took the headphone, cut its wire and put it on my ears now my problem was the hunger I’m feeling, so I ate biscuit while hiding on the center part of the house where it was safer while holding our small crucifix that my brother was holding previously and praying for the safety of my relatives and friends. And every time the wind blows hard my mom hugs Iguinaid (Jesus tied in a pillar while wearing a thorny crown) while shouting, “Agi Lord, Ayaw gad pagduroha.”

                When events like these happens, my brain usually unable to absorb it quickly but I don’t get panic. I am able to respond through prayers. Prayers to make sure my relatives would be safe as well as my friends. Although at times like this, I often forgot to pray for our safety. :3 Well, that’s because I know we will be safe (we were lucky, we were blessed). It took 5 hours to be able to say that it ‘s now safe.

                I thought the nightmare was over but it only just begun. We heard shocking news from people passing by. People who were stuck at some place safer. People who were from their offices. People who were trying to look for an information about their relatives who lives far away from them. People who were looking for some water to drink. The things that shocked us was the people who were saying lots of people died in Astrodome where people assume that the place would be safer because it was made of concrete tools. A lot of people died at San Jose, at Candahug and some place in Palo. At first, I wasn't able to believe what they were saying but every single person who came from that side tells us the same story.

                The sky was getting darker and everywhere you look has no sign of light except for the light that comes from the cell phones, flashlights and vehicles of every individual. We went to sleep early as 6 (six) and get up when sun is up.

On Saturday, late that night we heard our gate opened and there my dad came home. All of them were excused and decided to go home, worried about what is happening. That was when my dad told us a heart breaking story that along their way, they saw hundreds of deceased body lined-up on the road, from Southern Samar.

                The road was silent that you’ll be able to feel and hear the loneliness of the people who passed away. The people who shouts and asks for help but unable to do so. People who still doesn't want to die but did. The silence was deafening and agonizing. I wasn't scared. That was not what I've felt. What I've felt was guilt. If only I've paid attention about the news I may be able save some lives. Because I know the wave was very dangerous but I still did not pay attention about it. All I want to say now is I am very SORRY for not sharing my knowledge about it. I am very sorry for acting cool and calm every time events like this happen. I hope you’ll find peace and harmony wherever you are now.

We just finished removing the water.