Tsunami Disaster Have you ever looked forward to a holiday and when you're there it turns into a holiday from hell?

  I was woken up by the roaring and rumbling noise of the sea and the tourist screaming.  I looked up and all I could see was an enormous wave coming hurtling towards me.  My brother and the girl he was with ran towards me and grabbed me.  I ran for my life I could feel the fear crippling in my stomach and then into my legs making me trying to run faster. I was running for shelter following the others but it was too late my whole body was lifted up by the rage and force of the wave.  At this time I was having flash backs of my family.  I knew how to swim but couldn’t, I was being carried away by the water.  

  A child of probably an age of 6 was tossed towards me I grippsed him with all my might and held him tight to my chest as a sharp end of a plank of wood had stabbed me right in my left leg it pained. I was trying to swim in a junk yard I couldn’t see no clear bit of water just planks of wood and broken house remains.  I was becoming aware of my plight, I was afraid of dieing. I could hear cries from parent’s children who had been separated.  

  I had seen my chance I was being carried towards a palm tree I reached out for it and grabbed it with every ounce of strength I had left.  Holding the child against the tree I sheltered him.  He was still in tears and frightened.  I pulled us both out of the water and to safety.  I was desperate to see my younger brother as I was worried, and in tears.  The child had grabbed my right leg still in crying so I picked him up.  He started to shout “Mummy, mummy” and pointed towards a tall building where there was a crowd of people I looked carefully and seen my younger brother.  I was relieved to see him and to get to know he wasn’t in any more danger and he was ok.

  The water had subsided leaving devastation and suffering behind.  I and the young child had climbed down to my younger brother and the Childs mother. She had thanked me and said “I could never repay you”   I walked through the village partly disabled I noticed people traumatised, children crying, for the reason being they had lost members of family.   It would never be the same for them again.  I had this emotive moment.  I felt heartbroken and helpless.  I felt as if my heart was bleeding and tears started to drip again.  I took the next plane back to the UK and saw it on TV a week later.  It didn’t look as bad as it actually was, trust me.