The weather forecast for the past weekend in Korea is incorrect. We were expecting heavy rains and strong winds but that didn’t come. We had a cloudy Saturday and a very clear Sunday. Parts of the Philippines, though, was hit by a strong typhoon named “Frank.” My husband told me this morning that a ferry sank and some 700 people are missing. The headlines on the Inquirer confirmed the news reported here.
We have typhoons every year and people die from them yearly. There is really nothing new about this news but you still feel for those victimized. They are mostly people who already have nothing to begin with, not even bic pens. And as someone who also doesn’t have a lot, you feel helpless not being able to do anything. I feel so blessed sitting in front of this computer eating the rice cake that my sister-in-law gave us.
17 years ago, we lost our livelihood due to the eruption of Mt. Pinatubo. We were lucky that we all survived the continuous earthquakes and the heavy shower of ash spewed by the volcano. It’s a long story worth a separate post but that experience made me appreciate the small things in life.