The Forgettable Flood of September '09.

LESS than a week ago, a horrifying storm trashed historic fury on my unsuspecting homeland. It left a trail of wrath unrivaled by any storm before it. And if it weren't for the age of instant communication, I would've been completely clueless and oblivious of the sad plight of friends and relatives from home. Each video and still picture I set my eyes on leaves me helpless. And why not? These are home folks whose sufferings have claims on my heart. Gravely affected unfortunate souls, dead or struggling to stay alive, are everywhere that the mere sight of it all made me feel insensitive saying to friends: "I'm glad you're okay and not among the unlucky ones." How dare me regard the word glad and the harsh reality of it all in one breath? I personally sensed in those words direct association with an awfully callous line from a song which goes "Well, tonight thank God it's them instead of you. [from Do They Know It's Christmas]" Nevertheless, I just hope that Mother Nature can now assure us that she is done showing her worst vindictive side.

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