𝐁𝐀𝐆𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐎: 𝑨 𝑻𝒓𝒂𝒖𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑬𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈.

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐅 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐘, 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑, 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄, 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐄, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐓𝐘,𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐈𝐍 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐀 𝐅𝐄𝐖 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒?  I am kindly asking for your 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒑 and 𝒔𝒖𝒑𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒕 for the people who were affected by Bagyong Tino. Many families in Cebu City lost their homes and belongings, and they are in great need of 𝒇𝒐𝒐𝒅, 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓, and 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒔. The money that will be collected will be turned over to our 𝒔𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒍 and will be given directly to those 𝒂𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒕𝒚. Any amount, big or small, will truly make a difference and bring hope to those who are still recovering from this tragedy. (𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒑 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂 𝒃𝒊𝒈 𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒚 𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒐 𝒂𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒅)  𝗚𝗖𝗔𝗦𝗛 #: 𝟬𝟵𝟵𝟭𝟴𝟳𝟴𝟲𝟭𝟱𝟵 𝒜 𝓌𝒶𝓀ℯ-𝓊𝓅 𝒸𝒶𝓁𝓁 On November 3, it was a Monday, and the sky looked heavy and gray. From the moment I opened my eyes that morning, I could already sense that something was different. The air was colder than usual, the clouds seemed darker, and the wind whistled a strange tone as if warning everyone about what was coming. We already knew that a calamity was about to hit the Philippines, especially here in Cebu City where we live, but we thought it would just be another ordinary storm. We had experienced storms before, and they often came and went, leaving only puddles and fallen leaves behind. None of us realized that this one would be different, that this storm named Bagyong Tino would leave a mark on our lives forever. As the day went on, the wind started to grow stronger. At first, we were calm and even tried to make light of it, thinking it was just part of another rainy day. But then, the sound of the wind became louder, almost like roaring waves crashing against invisible walls. The rain began to pour endlessly, and within hours, everything outside was drenched. The trees started swaying violently, and some of them were even uprooted. Our house trembled from the force of the wind. We began to feel fear slowly creeping into our hearts. It was the kind of fear that made your chest tighten and your hands shake, the kind that makes you realize that nature’s power is beyond human control.  Then came the moment when the situation turned worse. Our house was in pain, as if it were crying with us. The walls creaked, the roof rattled, and the wind kept howling mercilessly. I could hear people outside shouting for help, their voices blending with the noise of the storm. Some were running, trying to find safety and protect their lives. I looked out the window and saw the people who lived near the creek. They were the most terrified. The water was rising fast, flooding their homes and washing away their belongings. Some were desperately trying to save whatever they could, while others were screaming for someone to rescue them. As I watched what was happening, I could not hold back my tears. I wanted to help, but I knew I could not. I was also scared and helpless, trapped inside my own fear. I did not have enough courage to go outside because the wind was too strong, and anything could fly at any moment. I felt useless as I watched others suffer, and that feeling broke me. Bagyong Tino was not just a storm; it was a nightmare that we all had to live through. It took away homes, dreams, and even lives.  Some houses were wrecked and filled with dirty floodwaters. Many people went missing, and some were never found again. Families were separated, and the cries of grief filled the air after the storm passed. The most painful part was seeing those who lost their loved ones. They could not even see them, touch them, or say their final goodbyes. Some stood on the streets, crying, holding on to hope that maybe their family members were still alive. Others were silent, too shocked to move, staring at the ruins of what used to be their home. As I sat in our house, still hearing the sound of the rain and the cold wind outside, I whispered a prayer. I said, “Thank you, Lord,” because despite everything, we were still safe. Even in this crucial situation, God did not allow us to experience the worst. Our house might have been damaged, but we were alive, and that alone was something to be thankful for. But at the same time, my heart ached for those who lost everything. Seeing broken houses and families crying for help literally broke us. It made me realize how fragile life can be, how in just a few hours, everything can change.  Until now, things have not fully returned to normal. We still do not have enough water, there is no electricity, and the rain continues to fall. The nights are cold and dark, and the sound of the rain triggers the fear that we felt that day. People are still trying to recover, but it is not easy. The memories of Bagyong Tino are still fresh, and the wounds it left will take time to heal. 𝑱𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆... What makes the situation even worse is knowing that some of this suffering could have been avoided. Here in 𝑩𝒂𝒄𝒂𝒚𝒂𝒏, 𝑪𝒆𝒃𝒖 𝑪𝒊𝒕𝒚 people are 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐑𝐘. The flood control project that was supposed to protect the community failed, and many believe it is because the money meant for it was not used properly. The funds that were meant to help the people, to build stronger barriers and better drainage systems, were instead enjoyed by some politicians who used it for their own pleasure. While they lived in comfort, the people who paid taxes faithfully were the ones who suffered the consequences. It is painful to see how the hardworking citizens, who trusted the government to use their money wisely, are now the ones crying and grieving in the aftermath of this disaster. The anger in Bacayan is real and justified. People here feel betrayed. They see the destruction around them, and they cannot help but think about how things could have been different if only the officials cared more. If the money was used properly, maybe the floodwaters would not have reached the houses, maybe fewer people would have lost their homes, and maybe some lives could have been saved. It hurts to realize that greed and corruption can be as destructive as any storm.  As I reflect on everything that happened, I cannot help but think that this experience should serve as a lesson for everyone. Bagyong Tino did not only destroy properties; it revealed the truth about how fragile our system is. It showed how important it is for leaders to have a genuine heart for service. Leadership is not about power or luxury. It is about compassion, responsibility, and the willingness to put others before oneself. I hope that this tragedy will open the eyes of those in power, that they will finally realize that the money of the people should return to the people. It should be used to protect, support, and uplift, not to satisfy personal desires or fund unnecessary luxuries. To the people who suffered during Bagyong Tino, I salute their strength and resilience. Despite losing so much, they continue to fight and rebuild their lives. I saw how neighbors helped each other, sharing what little they had left. Some offered food and clothing to those who lost everything. Others opened their homes to give shelter to families who had nowhere to go. In the midst of tragedy, the spirit of bayanihan shone brightly. It reminded me that no matter how powerful a storm can be, the Filipino spirit is stronger. We may be shaken, but we will always rise again.  This experience also deepened my faith. I realized that even in the darkest moments, God’s presence never fades. He was with us throughout the storm, keeping us safe when everything around us seemed to fall apart. He gave us hope when we thought there was none. The fact that we are still here, alive and breathing, is proof that He never abandons His people. Sometimes, He allows things to happen not to punish us, but to remind us of our dependence on Him. We are not in control, but He is. 𝑩𝒂𝒈𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝑻𝒊𝒏𝒐 will forever be a painful memory, but it will also serve as a reminder of survival, faith, and awareness. It taught us to appreciate what we have, to be more compassionate toward others, and to never take safety for granted. It also taught us to speak up against injustice, to demand accountability from those who hold power, and to never stay silent when something is wrong.  Now, whenever it rains, I still get a little anxious. The sound of the wind still brings back memories of that terrifying night. But I also remind myself that we made it through. We survived one of the hardest experiences of our lives, and that means we can survive anything that comes our way. Life may test us in many ways, but as long as we hold on to faith and hope, we will always find our way back to peace. To the leaders who are reading this, may this serve as a wake-up call. May you learn to 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒛𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒔. The position you hold is not for luxury, but for service. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔; 𝒊𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒅𝒂𝒚,hoping for a better and safer community. Do not wait for another Bagyong Tino before you take action. Protect the people now, while you still can. May this experience be a lesson to everyone. May it open our eyes and hearts to what truly matters. Disasters will come and go, but 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒇𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒉, and 𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒚 must remain. May we all learn to care not only for ourselves but also for others. And may the government finally listen to the cries of the people who have suffered for too long. 𝑩𝒂𝒈𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝑻𝒊𝒏𝒐 was a storm that destroyed many things, but it also awakened something in us. It reminded us of our strength, our faith, and our responsibility to stand up for what is right. It was one of the most traumatic experiences we have ever had, but it also became a turning point that changed how we see 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆, 𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆, and 𝒉𝒖𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒚. 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒑. #𝑩𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑶𝑵𝑪𝑬𝑩𝑼