More than a Bag of Relief Goods
9:29:00 AMI spotted her the moment I entered the Church. She can be easily recognized even from afar, her skin and hair color stand out in a pool of black-haired, brown skinned church goers.
From afar I have also noticed that she lost a lot of weight and her cough is really bad, she doesn't look at her best shape compared to the last time that I saw her.
Her eyes gleamed when she saw me, and we gave each other a tight and warm hug, a kind that speaks a lot of words. But in between that hug is a heart filled with so much gratefulness as if telling her, "THANK YOU FOR HELPING THE FILIPINOS"
Her name is Diana, a UNICEF Journalist from Spain who travelled halfway around the world to help the victims of typhoon YOLANDA (Haiyan). When I met her a year ago, I was more than amazed with her job but spending hours of listening to her stories on what is really happening at the grounds of Tacloban, I cannot help but be inspired by her courage, compassion and dedication in helping those who are in need.
She shared about the stories of people at Tacloban; this girl who lost her best friend, these people who are temporarily residing at the Church yet kept the altar a sacred place, the victims in general who remained grateful and resilient despite and inspite of what happened and what is still happening. I have listened to the stories of a person who is sleep deprived for days, stripped off from comforts including water for shower and decent food, yet remained enthusiastic to go back to Tacloban.
After we parted ways and promised to see each other again, I was so troubled with this question:
"WHAT HAVE I DONE TO HELP?"
Have I been compassionate enough to do what is impossible in helping the victims of the we-thought-impossible-typhoon?
And then I end up with a heavy heart realizing, that my way of helping is as if I am just like dropping my donations to the box and continued walking in the premise of my comforts. I have helped out of comforts. You see, Dianna who is from Spain is sick and have lost weight in the discomforts of Tacloban while here I am, still eating the same food and pampering oneself with the same comforts that I used to have. Life goes on, nothing has changed; I had helped anyways. While I was battling with the justifications of why I have helped in comforts, I was reminded of this conversation with my mother 3 days after the typhoon.
"I don't mind eating simple meals just so we can give more to those who are victims of the typhoon, let us be grateful that it did not hit us."
We may not be able to so great and very noble things that Diana is doing ( who at the moment is back to Tacloban) but I am certain that we can do more than what is comfortable.
Christmas is here and Yolanda brings more meaning to the coming of Jesus Christ.
I pray that those who are suffering in Samar and Leyte will experience, feel and palpate the joy of Christmas this season that they would still recognize and acknowledge the coming of Christ.
My friends and I are organizing a Christmas Party for the kids in Tacloban and Samar. This may be incomparable to the scale of their needs but we recognize that "If you can't feed a hundred, then just feed one (Mother Teresa).
We would like to invite you to help us make this activity possible.
Let us put a smile on kid's faces this Christmas!

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