December 26, 2004
I vacationed in the Northern
part of the Philippines. I watched
the news, a newscaster assured the viewers
that the tsunami was not
going to affect the region where I stayed.
As I listened, I daydreamed
about swimming
or using a fallen door
to ride the waves.
Two years later, I watched
a home video from one of the survivors
documented by National Geographic. The person
filmed a man running towards
the hotel. The first wave caught him
by the feet, as if a whip lashed around his ankles,
pulled then shoved
his body forward. His arms
wailed, fighting the force.
It carried him,
slammed his head first against the door.
Copyright © Neilbee Love Tayco | Year Posted 2008
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