LOOKING BACK THE EARTHQUAKE
Everything seemed natural that morning. The sun rises peacefully and I got up early because I had the plan to go to Tagbilaran, to my friend’s dorm (co-LGU).
I prepared breakfast for my family. After having it prepared in the table, a sudden sound was heard as if a big truck is coming. But then, it started shaking, tremendously. Right there I know it’s an earthquake. I managed to go out of the house but my family was still inside. I was calling, shouting because I was afraid that time that our house might collapse. It seemed hopeless. I was crying. The quake was terribly strong and rebellious. It stopped for awhile and my family went out of the house quickly and together we located in a safest area possible. My sisters were trembling and hungry so I fearlessly and hastily got the prepared meal inside the house. While there is continuous shaking, we successfully had eaten our breakfast. Well, at least we’ll have energy despite fear.
Cellphone was of great help that time. My friends, relatives and we were updated on each others situation because of it. I don’t know if it’s misfortune but all of our cellphones were 2 bars left. And there’s an absence of electricity that time. So to save, we decided to have one phone on at a time. It’s the only way to continue sending updates to our sister who’s outside the country.
We slept outside with plywood to protect our backs from direct contact to the ground. We freely saw the stars at night as if we’re gazing at them. I thought many things that time. What will happen tomorrow? Are my fellowmen in a good state? I was also worried for my 3-year-old niece. At her early age, she has to endure that kind of situation- that fear and the coldness outside. But I know, everything happens for a reason. Besides, the absence of electricity was balanced with the moon that shone really bright that night and the nights that followed. See? We’re able to appreciate how the moon lighted our ways at night.
The Essay on One Scary Night House Katie Jack
The One Scary Night Once upon a time there was a girl and a boy that lived in a small town of Roughville. They were best friends. They did every thing together - sleep, eat, just everything. There were about 700 people in the Roughville. Most of which were hard workers in the town next to Roughville. This is was where all the businesses were located and most of the people worked there. So most of ...
A day after, news regarding the ruins brought by the quake come out – collapsed houses, destroyed bridges, cracks in big buildings, people died. I’m feeling distressed. The sorrow and grief were inside of me for all of those damages mentioned. I heard that many groups and companies helped for Bohol and they need volunteers for the “Bangon Bohol” rescue operation. I volunteered myself anywhere possible. Even how much my family chide my decision, I pursued volunteering. I went to cultural center, plaza, cathedral and in school. There I helped packed relief goods and even dared to journey to the most affected areas. While on the travel, we passed people raising their cards, “we need food and water here please”. I pitied them. In their eyes lies the request for help. There’s always something meant for them brought by the next group.
It was a great feeling that I managed to help them in my own little way. It made me happy despite the traumatizing aftershocks. Who would help each other but us? Who would lift the downs but those who are blessed enough? That’s why, we are thankful for the people who extend their help for us…
“There is no exercise better for the heart than reaching down and lifting people up”- John Holmes. This is the line that I strongly AGREE.
