Today we spent the day teaching a number of professionals (teachers, nurses, counselors, etc.) with three clear aims:
- Help them with their trauma
- Teach them how to use tapping with those they serve
- Teach them how to use tapping in their own lives in the future
There are lots of things I could share from today, but I am going to hold off and simply share their words. Warning: These include some graphic descriptions of what happened.
For this generation we will never be the same.
Tacloban’s vice-mayor addressed the group, thanking them for taking the time to lean a tool to help others.
A young adult man telling his story of the day of the Typhoon:
We evacuated to a friend’s house because it wasn’t going to be directly hit. When the roof started blowing off we climbed under the table for protection. Once the water was up to our knees we climbed up on the table. Eventually the water level reached 10 ft. At that point we climbed into the rafters of the house. We were worried that we were going to be hit by flying debris because the roof was gone.
Once the water level went down and the wind stopped we went outside to look for food and water at a local store that was still standing. We ran into many friends who were looking for their loved ones. There were dead bodies everywhere. An old man. A 5 year old girl.
If we had stayed in our own house we would have died for sure. The village was gone. No trees. No houses. No buildings. Nothing left. All gone.
I didn’t cry over what was lost. I cried over who was lost.
Even on that day I felt “happiness” because we were safe and unharmed.
Even though we were homeless I could see the blessing that we were still alive
A woman who was out of town during the typhoon described what it was like coming back home:
I had to walk from the airport. There was no communication. I had no idea how my husband or children were. The road was lined with dead bodies. As I passed each body I looked to see if they were one of my daughters. I did not know they were safe until I walked into our house.
A member of my small group when facing the emotional pain of his mother’s physical injuries from the storm which she is still living with six months later.
How can I love and be happy when my mother is still in so much pain? I can’t let this go because she is still stuck. I can’t let her go.
During the morning session I worked with a young man in my small group who was very quiet. We had a hard time getting in touch with his emotions. Once we did, they came pouring out. He was so overwhelmed he couldn’t speak.
When we returned from lunch I asked if anyone had any questions. He asked if he could make a statement in his own language. He sat up straight. Glowed. Spoke with strength. When he finished one of the others in the group told me:
”He said, ‘I am strong. We must be strong. We must have faith. I am strong. I can help others.’”
There were lots of tears today and there was lots of healing today. After they were taught the tools they broke into pairs and did work for each other.
It was simply humbling to witness their courage facing these memories and to watch them do the work to start/continue the healing.