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younglittlemangocrunchypapaya:

It has been around 52 hours since the attack of Bagyong Sendong. I was still partying on the evening of December 16^th and went home very late, not aware that Iligan City was already in danger. I slept home peacefully though I noticed that the skies were already pouring down heavily. On the morning of December 17^th, after having my daily devotional, I still managed to polish my nails since I have nothing to do; but then Mom kept on telling me that the city has already been devastated. I didn’t believe it at first. I suddenly had goose bumps when I received a phone call from my pregnant cousin residing in Hinaplanon. They lost all of what they had— their gadgets, appliances, and even their vehicles. I cried of what happened. When my uncle, auntie and cousin arrived here, they were all covered with mud. The only thing they were able to save was a pail filled with some goods and a plastic bag of 700 1-peso coins which supposedly was to be given to the kids caroling. I couldn’t even find the words to tell them how I feel; I just cried, and all other family members did. The next day, December 18^th, was the Wedding Anniversary of my parents. But not even my mom or dad paid attention to the date because all we had in mind was to return to my Uncle’s house and retrieve whatever we could. Of course, I really wanted to go out since I felt so blinded of what had happened. As dad drove us, I saw lots of kids begging for money along the way. My sister managed to give them some but the only thing I could do was to pat my mom’s back since she couldn’t stop weeping at what she had seen. A lot of kids were even lined up at the nearby church—some dead while others mourning. As we hiked to my Uncle’s house, the mud almost reached my waist. I even removed my clog shoes so I could walk much faster than with them on. I saw many dead animals, many people crying over the friends they lost, and some just sitting and probably not knowing anymore what to do. I couldn’t recognize Iligan anymore. The city which once thought it was on the safest spot it could ever be. The city not used to such happenings. But again, it is not a matter of what we lost, or what happened. All we have to do is to keep our faith burning in God and draw strength from Him. He will not take something away by not replacing it with something better. Only He knows His ways. In the end, we are safe not because of the absence of danger, but because of the presence of God. ONE FOR ILIGAN. 

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