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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. 

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