November is my mom's birth month. We usually travel and
spend 3 days in the resort of her choice. She must be near the sea, even when
she was already wheelchair bound, we never stop swimming. So i dont know if i
will consider the disaster therapeutic because it numbed the pain and misery of
her passing.
I was sashaying my way to a hanging bridge on November 1,
Rolly was whistling quietly, knowing that November is the month where most
destructive typhoon visit the county, (Yolanda & Ompong are the most recent
prior to Rolly, Quinta and Ulysses) the community prepared itself. But Mother
Nature have its plans. Now more than ever, preparedness onsite must not be
prioritized but rather the paradigm shift of long term effects through
mitigation and planning.
Since 2008 when I started the idea of literacy program, the
plans always include disaster and humanitarian aid involving friends and
acquaintances for collaboration with logistics and distribution. We always
start with our community.
The last week of October was collection of food packs to
give to possible recipients. We never thought our community will also be
affected. This is the first time that the actual community was directly
affected. I know nearby communities such as the low lying ones are prone to
flooding so most of my food pack drives are geared towards them.
Now it is pandemic, most donors are also affected but it
never ceases to amaze me how my former students, their parents, my
acquaintances and friends who knew me would come full circle and send messages
to pick up the food packs. We were able to raise 1500 food packs and
distributed around Luzon and Bicol area.
It is a collaboration of same minded individuals. Shout out
to each and every one who contributed to the restoration of humanity in their
own capacity.
So as this month is about to end and my birth month right at the doostep, I
hope the following days will be happier and safer for the entire humanity.
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