Last night felt like the longest night of my life. I was at home, quietly watching Encantadia on YouTube, when the earthquake struck. I’ve felt tremors before, but this one was different—like waves rippling beneath the ground, endless and unrelenting.
When the shaking finally stopped, my heart was still racing. My first instinct was to check on my mom and our relatives next door. Relief washed over me when I saw they were safe. But I knew that safety wasn’t guaranteed for everyone. Without a second thought, I headed straight to the hospital—because in moments like this, every second counts, and people might be in urgent need of care.
Fear was real. My hands trembled, my chest tightened. But alongside that fear was courage—courage to step up, to help, to be present when others needed it most. That night, I realized something powerful: no matter how terrifying the quake, our instinct to protect and care for one another is stronger.
We’ve made it through Yolanda.
We’ve made it through COVID.
And together, we can surely make it through this earthquake.
Laban, Bogo City! 💙🙏✨