As news of Typhoon Haiyan devastates the islands of the Philippines today, I can’t help but remember the most terrifying storm of my life. I was about six years old when my family lived in the Philippines (Clark Air Base) in 1973 when a typhoon roared across the island.
The wall of the home you see on the exterior in the picture above served as the interior wall too. The brick house pig didn’t build homes here.
We all huddle in my parents’ bedroom with no power for what seemed like an eternity, as the typhoon ripped through the neighborhood. I remember going outside after the storm left and seeing portions of homes crushed by trees.
I’ve lived through some nasty thunderstorms and tornadoes in the Midwest and blizzards in Colorado, but they all pale in comparison to the Philippine typhoon the scarred me for life.
Sending prayers out to all those who are affected by Typhoon Haiyan.