On Sunday, 26 December 2004, the Asian Tsunami struck.
I was in the Maldives. I survived. A calamity that I do not want to remember well.
I was overseeing two resorts. One was rebuilt a year later and the other closed permanently.
I stayed for two months after the tsunami, assisting in search & recovery and re-building the lives of my staff and their families.
I arrived home, clutching a black garbage bag filled with my possessions.
10 years have passed. Any article on natural disasters would trigger a distant memory of the day it happened or it’s anniversary. It saddens me.
I thought about the people that was with me, who survived, and what they are doing now.
By chance, I met an ex-member of my key staff last week, who was with me on that fateful day. 10 years ago.
We were instantly ‘transported’ back to the year 2004.
It was a joy and a tearful reunion.
Domi – thank you for giving us hope, faith and the reason to survive. You were indeed a pillar of strength when we were all weak with fear. Your humour during the times of need was the food to our souls and well-being. It kept us alive on that fateful Boxing Day.