I’ve been so busy this month that I don’t even know what’ happening outside Korea. It was my mother-in-law who told me on Sunday morning that Manila had been submerged by a strong typhoon. She told me how high the flood and how pitiful the victims are. As I was on my way to the train station, I didn’t pay so much attention to what she told me.
The four Filipinos I was touring that day confirmed how strong the typhoon was. They are Makati workers and they learned from their colleagues through an overseas phone call that the first floor offices of their high-rise building got flooded too.
I sympathize with the victims of Typhoon Ondoy. We were in a similar situation 18 years ago when Mt. Pinatubo erupted. We had to leave our house in Angeles City and spent some days as “evacuees” at my aunt’s house in Las Pinas. That time, there was a feeling of uncertainty and we even tried to hire the services of one of the long distance moving companies since we were thinking of moving to another place. We lost our restaurant business but we didn’t lose hope.
Typhoons are nothing new to us. It happens every year and there are thousands of victims every time. They say that disasters bring out the best in us as we’re more charitable and more sympathetic. And the victims (or shall I say survivors) a lot stronger.