
yesterday, my friends and I were deployed to Ayalaville in Marikina City, one of the places hit hardest by the typhoon.
The experience was surreal: we rode the back of a garbage dump truck for approx. 5 hours total and did some clean up there :]
Considering that it's a trending topic up in Twitter, some of you may have heard about the typhoon Ondoy that devastated the Philippines recently. It was--and still is--difficult on everyone here, even those people who were lucky enough not to lose their lives and their homes; It's hard not to cry while your friends tell you that they've lost everything, that they haven't been able to reach their family for hours, and that their brother and dad are stuck on the roof of their house with no rescue boat in sight. It really broke my heart to watch others suffer.
But everything happens for a reason. This event, as catastrophic as it was, brought back something a lot of people here thought we had lost: our bayanihan spirit. It's hard for me to translate exactly what bayanihan is in English, but it's generosity, belief in ourselves, faith, and love for neighbor all rolled into one. I don't have anyone in my phonebook that hasn't, in some way, helped out. Even people who have lost something are all chipping in to help others like themselves. To say that seeing thousands of people donating, sorting, loading goods, volunteering for deployment to various affected areas is a humbling experience is an understatement.
People leave the relief center tired, covered in mud, dusty, and half-asleep, but always with a smile and a promise to return tomorrow. I have never been prouder to be an Atenean and a Filipino.














