Thankful we survived. I was a Pinatubo baby. Our family was one of the immediate victims of the tragic Mt. Pinatubo eruption here in Zambales. Like everybody else, my parents never expected that the Pinatubo, after a 600-year slumber, would erupt. They thought then that it was the end of the world. Days turned into nights as ash covered the sky. Our family heeded the government’s instruction to evacuate as many of our kababayans were rushing to escape the rage of the eruption. Nothing was left of our property, except the roof of our house. Still, my parents said, our family was fortunate to have survived nature’s wrath.