One afternoon, more than 20 years ago, Manila's ground shook for almost two minutes. That was the time I understood what helpless meant. The shaking , it seemed, wouldn't stop.
Later on, we found out that the epicenter of the earthquake was in summer capital of the Philippines, Baguio. And the instruments read 7.2 intensity. Classes were suspended for a week but that brought no relief because the news warned that there will be aftershocks in the days to come.
Fast forward to today. An 8.9 intensity. I can only pray for them. The horror that the children felt. What makes it worst is to hear that rushing sound of water as if a dam broke and you see the water level rising inside your house. Moving furniture and submerging pictures.
My heart goes out to them. But above all, I respect them even more when I saw that amidst this destruction and suffering, the Japanese people still falls in line to wait to get relief. No looting. Community comes first.
What an admirable people!
"... why think like mere men."
No comments:
Post a Comment