Last month some parts of the Philippines had been hit by a 7.2 magnitude earthquake. It caused damages in homes,centuries-old churches and other infrastructures. And just the other day, these same people more or less had to face another blow. The strongest typhoon in the planet to hit landfall this year occurred. It’s just like adding salt to a fresh wound. It worried me because my family is in there. I have been trying to contact them since Thursday. I couldn’t reach them. Last night I got in contact with my sister very briefly before the communication was cut off again. She told me they’re alright, much to my relief. But I’m still worried about my other sister, she’s living right in the coast. I have tried to ring her but no response. The typhoon has passed now and heading to other parts of South East Asia, but the devastation it left was massive and heartbreaking. It always broke my heart to see the suffering of my fellow Filipinos. The footage of the devastation, the debris everywhere, is just heartbreaking to see. It broke my heart because, I know, for many of those affected, their houses are gone, their only place of refuge, and many of those are not insured either, so in times like this, they had to start from scratch again. For many of these people they lost everything, houses, farms, their crops, and other means of living. Another thing that got me was the image of death. One scene there was this father pulling out the dead body of his son from under the rubble. It was really a heartbreaking scene.