Philip and I read some news articles about what happened and discussed ways we could help. "Donate money," he spelled. We proceeded to go to the computer and make a donation towards the relief efforts in that area through Food For the Hungry, an organization we have been intimately involved in for a few years. We also learned about hurricanes (which are called typhoons in the Indian and Pacific Oceans) in a Brain Pop lesson. Philip recalled experiencing hurricanes when we were living in Miami. "We developed a plan to evacuate," he recalled. "We boarded them (the windows) up."
Then Philip decided to write a story about the typhoon.
I am living in the Philippines during the typhoon. No one in my family survived but me. A hole replaces a house. An entrance remains. There is no food or water to drink. At such a time I need people to help us. I am stranded. I am going into madness. I am not stopping, not giving away hope, until it gets better. The End.