These are my friends’ interpretations of what might have happened to me/us in the midst of super typhoon Pepeng.
They suspected ours was the last bus that was able to get out of Baguio that unfortunate night. At 5 pm, I was texting someone that I was in Carmen and was told we’re safe already. By 7pm, that very same place of Carmen was underwater.
As I recalled the details of my Ondoy and Pepeng experiences to my friends last night, I couldn’t help but be awed myself. Everything was serendipitous–from getting the right kind of bus (the old-fashioned buses have engine near the passengers’ seating area in front while the modern kind has its engine at rear near the mufflers; got on the former one thus we were ale to brave the flood, proving that new is not always better), to a good Samaritan appearing from nowhere to give us directions, to making the last possible turn at a corner (otherwise we would have been stuck for days in flood), to making it to (possibly the last) bus on time, etc.
Man can sure decide to make things happen…but there are also things that happen purely by God’s design. God must have reasons why I survived these tragedies. And that purpose I must serve. With a grateful heart.
P.S. My friend said it was good that I was into yoga…otherwise, I might have gone hysterical being stuck in a bus for 16 hours.
P.P.S. We, vegetarians are likewise badly hit… prices of veggies in the market now are thrice (300%) the pre-typhoon level. Even sweet potato tops and water cabbage that grow in backyards are not spared by inflation. DUH?!