In the city I live near,Brisbane,the community called for the New Years Eve fire-works to be cancelled tonight and the money given to help Tsunami victims, but it would cost more to cancel them so instead chairity
collectors will be stationed so people can donate. Down at the Gold Coast (tourist mecca) people at the beach are wrapping black plastic tape and ribbon\cloth around there upper arm to show their grief.Once again,I wish I could have seen this response for the Iraqi people...I'm bewildered at why it's socially acceptable to outwardly show grief for one and not the other..

i know this will be a long post..but here is what my friend's cousin wrote about her experience last week and he asked me to share it with folks...

Written by Varunika.Sonani.Hapuwatte.Ruwanpura

The 26th of December 2004 started off as an idyllic day here in Sri Lanka. My husband Hela & I set off at 6.45 am for Tissamaharama to visit his mother. We always take the scenic coastal road, as we love the island’s beaches. I comment as we drive past Bentota & Hikkaduwa as to how beautiful & calm the ocean is that day. I observe a fine hazy mist on the horizon that makes the separation between the sea & the sky indistinguishable. I have never observed such a mist before & I have driven down this route for the better part of my 27 years of life. Now I realize that this amazing serenity was the proverbial “calm before the storm”.

We stop for breakfast at “Sun & Sea Hotel “, Unawatuna – a beautiful natural bay off Galle. The restaurant overlooks the bay. I was just commenting on the magnificence of the reef when everything began to change. The shoreline that was about 8m away rushed up to the hotel in seconds. The water churned & suddenly washed ashore at tremendous speed. Boats anchored in the bay began washing in & knocking against the sand banks. At first, time stood still & we merely gaped in shock & amazement. Then the tables started toppling as water drove in & ran through the bar & out into the Galle road on the other side.

I screamed for Hela to follow me & ran out of the hotel. Hela shouted for other tourists to run across the road to a hill. We got into the car & reversed it out unto the road. Simultaneously, from the corners of my eyes I see water rushing in from either side of the road. Our car gets caught in the huge waves & is raised up about 3m off the ground. Water rushed into the vehicle at frightening speed. I scream in terror & try to keep my head above the water now in the car. “Let’s get out!” I scream but Hela’s door jams.
I bang with my elbow & open my door & swim out into the water with Hela behind me. Once I am out water engulfs me & the current is too strong for me to swim, Hela holds me & pushes me forward towards a retaining wall on the landside. He tells me to hold on to this wall & try to get on top of it. I desperately try to hold on but all I can reach is grass that tears off. Then, a man comes running down & pulls me up unto the higher ground. Hela cannot get near it as a floating lamppost bars his chest. I scream for the man to help him & he runs back & pulls him up too. He shouts for us to run up the hill towards safety.

The water rushes back to the ocean at twice the speed at which it came ashore.
People walk around in a daze. We hesitantly go back in search of our car. Buildings have collapsed; fish flounder on dry land, my husband’s body is covered with strange small animals. There is no Galle road any more; it is an endless scene of death & destruction. We have no shoes, no cell phones, and no money. We find our car full of seawater lying against a house next to the ocean. I struggle in & find a pair of slippers; there is too much broken glass & live wires to walk barefoot. Hela picks up an old man fallen on the road & miraculously my handbag with all our money is under his cycle! Before we can gather our wits, a great roar comes from the deep sea & the sea rushes in again! This time we don’t look back but just run & run & run over walls, fences, drains & gardens uphill to the very top of the mountain as far away from that water as possible. While we run the weak get swept away all around us. Hela carries a little boy who is standing in shock after losing his family. Those of us who survived reached a little temple on the mountaintop. Many are injured or in shock, families are separated & many are dead.

Tourists, Sinhalese, Tamil, Christian or Buddhist there were no differences that fateful day as we ran to save our lives. We stay on this temple the whole day, helping the injured & traumatized without any medicines. The villagers cooked for us. The monks do not eat but give their share for the people. All day survivors trickle in, each with their own tale of horror to tell. Miraculously the phone works & we call home & give our exact location. Our loved ones are terrified. Only then do we know that this is affecting the whole of South – East Asia. Strangely this gives us some sad comfort knowing that we are not alone in this calamity. We prepare to stay the night in the temple in constant fear of the water coming in again. There is no way out but to go down again. We fall into an uneasy sleep. At about 11.00 pm I hear my father’s voice calling Helaka’s name & mine as if in a dream. I jump up in bittersweet joy thinking now they too are in our situation. My father hugs me & we quickly go down the mountain in pitch darkness to the coast again. I refuse as I am too afraid to see the ocean but they coax me on. We climb over the shattered remains of the coastal road for what seems like miles. At last we reach a security post but our car is driving away. We cry out but it disappears down the road. The security people have sent it to get their food & drinks. They are drunk & dangerous. We sit in fear & finally the car comes back. We get in & drive inland but run out of petrol in an inland village called Udugama in Galle district. A small boutique offers us a safe harbour to park & sit out the night. The night is dangerous with looters everywhere taking advantage of this tragic situation. In the morning we drive home in fits & starts buying petrol from small wayside shops as no shed will issue petrol. We reach home by 12.00pm on the 27th of December 2004.

As I write this I still marvel at our survival through this harrowing experience. I believe that we lived through the grace of god & the prayers of those who love us. I pray that our story will help the people of the world to come to terms with this disaster & encourage them to lend a helping hand to the countries brought low by this tsunami. The people of South – East Asia need the world now, please help them to get back on their feet.

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Thank you for sharing that. I'm printing it out to share with co-workers.

We were talking the other day about how packed it was at the Rose Bowl--94,000 people ... and how so many more people were killed in the tsunami.

Many blundervibes and prayers to all affected and that supplies get to where they are needed in time.

It is disheartening to see this event used in political context by both the US Government and the Muslim Fanatical press outlets and websites! You would think humanity could at least out grow this petty bullshit in a time of such crisis and just take care of cleaning it up and helping the people back to stability in life! As long as this mentality exists, that is all we can hope for is some stability in life.

Do you have any idea how far-reaching the effects of that earthquake were? A friend on another message board posted this link to a news release from the US Geological Survey, "Virginia Well Records Sumatra-Andaman Islands Earthquake"

If it could change the water levels in a well halfway around the globe, it makes sense to me that it could also affect the tectonic plates in the Atlantic. I'm not worrying about it, but it is something to think about!