First-Hand Tsunami Report

[From a friend...  And then a second report through another friend on the same event.  See also my article, "God and Tsunamis".  Also  "Blaming God First -- Why Children Have to Die" -  Michael Novak  E. Fox]

http://www.oregonlive.com/news/oregonian/index.ssf?/base/front_page/110441172215500.xml

The Oregonian
Saved by faith and quick thinking
Thursday, December 30, 2004
JOHN LANCASTER

NAVALADY, Sri Lanka Two hundred yards away from the beach, in the orphanage he had built, Dayalan Sanders lounged in his bed early Sunday morning. He was thinking, he said, about the sermon he was due to deliver in the chapel in half an hour. A few yards away, most of the 28 children under his care were in their rooms, getting ready for services.

Then he heard the pounding of feet in the corridor outside his room, and his wife burst through the door, a frantic look on her face. "The sea is coming!" she said. "Come! Come! Look at the sea!"

Thanks to quick thinking, blind luck and an outboard motor that somehow started on the first pull, the orphans and their caretakers joined the ranks of survivors of the epic earthquake and coastal disaster that so far has claimed the lives of more than 77,000 people in Sri Lanka and 11 other countries. This is their story.

It is also the story of their chief rescuer, Sanders, a Sri Lankan-born missionary and U.S. citizen whose mother and siblings live in Gaithersburg, Md., where he once owned a town house. A member
of the country's Tamil ethnic minority, Sanders, 50, studied to be an accountant before founding a missionary group and moving to Switzerland in the 1980s. There he worked with Tamil refugees displaced by fighting between Tamil rebels and Sri Lankan government forces, which have been observing a cease-fire since 2002.

In 1994, Sanders founded the Samaritan Children's Home in Navalady, a fishing village that occupies a narrow peninsula on Sri Lanka's economically depressed east coast, about 150 miles northeast of Colombo, the capital. He built the orphanage with donations and money from the sale of his Maryland town house, he said.

With the ocean on one side and a lagoon on the other, the four-acre orphanage was a strikingly beautiful place, set in a grove of stately palms. The children -- some of whom had lost their parents in the civil war -- lived four to a room in whitewashed cottages with red tile roofs, attending school in the village nearby. Bougainvillea spilled from concrete planters.

It was a busy, happy time at the orphanage. On Friday, the children sang, danced and performed the Nativity scene at their annual Christmas pageant, followed the next day by Christmas services and dinner for 250 guests, many of them Hindus from the nearby village.

Sanders was so exhausted by his duties as host, he said, that he went to bed early Saturday night. He also forgot to check, as he usually does, on whether the outboard motor had been removed from the orphanage launch, as it was supposed to be each night as a precaution against theft. It proved to be the luckiest mistake he ever made.

On Sunday morning, Sanders said, he rose at his customary hour of 4 a.m. to wander the grounds and pray, then went back to bed. He woke up again about 7:30. He recalled the stillness. Not a breath of air stirred the surface of the sea. Small waves rolled listlessly onto the beach, then retreated with a gentle hiss.

"It was so calm and so still," he said. "The surface of the ocean was like a sheet of glass. Not a leaf moved." Two young men on his staff wandered down to the ocean for a swim. It isn't clear who saw the wave first. His wife, Kohila, said she was alerted by one of the orphans, a girl who burst into the kitchen as Kohila was mixing powdered milk for her 3-year-daughter. Kohila ran into the brilliant sunshine and saw the building sea. Even the color of the water was wrong: It looked, she said, "like ash."

Kohila ran to tell her husband, who told her not to panic, he recalled. "I said, 'Be calm. God is with us. Nothing will ever harm us without his permission.' "

Wrapped in a sarong, he ran outside and looked toward the ocean. There on the horizon, he said, was a "30-foot wall of water," racing toward the wispy casuarina pines that marked the landward side of the beach.

With barely any time to think, let alone act, he ran toward the lagoon side of the compound, where the launch with its outboard motor chafed at a pier. By then, many of the children had heard the commotion and had run outside, some of them half dressed. Sanders shouted at the top of his lungs, urging them all toward the boat.

Desperate, he asked if anyone had seen his daughter, and a moment later one of the older girls thrust the toddler into his arms. Sanders heaved her into the boat, along with the other small children, as the older ones, joined by his wife and the orphanage staff, clambered aboard on their own.

One of his employees yanked on the starter cord, and the engine sputtered instantly to life -- something that Sanders swears had never happened before. "Usually you have to pull it four or five times," he said.

Crammed with more than 30 people, the dangerously overloaded launch roared into the lagoon, Sanders said, at almost the same moment that the wall of water overwhelmed the orphanage, swamping its single-story buildings to the rafters.

"It was a thunderous roar and black sea," he said.

As the compound receded behind the boat, Sanders said, he watched in amazement as the surging current smashed a garage and ejected a brand-new Toyota pickup.

"The roof came flying off -- it just splintered in every direction," he said. "I saw the Toyota just pop out of the garage."

The vehicle bobbed briefly on the surface, collided with a palm tree -- the mark of its impact was clearly visible Wednesday -- then slid over the edge of the compound in the torrent before slipping beneath the rapidly rising surface of the lagoon. Another vehicle, a maroon van, was smashed against a palm tree. A three-wheeled motorized rickshaw parked on the property whirled around as if it were circling a drain, Kohila Sanders recalled.

The orphans' ordeal did not end when their boat pulled away from the shore.

Not only was water cascading over the lagoon side of the peninsula, but it also was pouring in directly from the mouth of the estuary about two miles away. Sanders feared the converging currents would swamp the small craft.

At that point, Sanders said, he recalled a line from biblical book of Isaiah: "When the enemy comes in like a flood, the spirit of the Lord shall raise up a standard against it."

He raised his hand in the direction of the flood and shouted, "I command you in the name of Jesus -- stop!" The water then seemed to "stall, momentarily," he said. "I thought at the time I was imagining things."

With the water pouring into the mouth of the lagoon, he began to worry that waves would overtake them from behind, swamping the small boat. Reasoning that it was better to hit the waves head on, he said, he ordered the driver to reverse direction and head back toward the open ocean.

That maneuver carried its own risks. As it made for the mouth of the lagoon, the boat was broadsided and nearly capsized by the torrent pouring over the peninsula.

"The children were very frightened," Kohila Sanders, 30, recalled. "We were praying, 'God help us, God help us.' "

As the waters began to roll back out to sea, the turbulence subsided. It was then, Sanders and his wife recalled, that they became aware of the people crying for help as they bobbed in the water nearby. They were villagers who had been swept off the peninsula.

The passengers rescued one young man, who was "howling for his missing wife and daughters," Kohila said. But they had to leave the rest behind. There wasn't any room.

"People were crying, 'Help us, help us,' " Kohila said. "Children were crying."

Eventually the boat made it to the opposite shore, about a mile and a half distant in the city of Batticaloa. The Sanderses, their daughter and perhaps a dozen of the orphaned and now displaced children have found temporary refuge in a tiny church; the rest have been sent elsewhere.

The city is short of food and water, and on Wednesday afternoon, corpses were being burned where they had been found at the edge of the lagoon. With more than 2,000 people dead in Batticaloa district, local officials say they lack the means to dispose of the bodies properly, so residents are burning them as a precaution against disease.

The scene at the orphanage was one of utter devastation. The grounds were covered by as much as three feet of sand. Several buildings, including the staff quarters, were wiped away, and the others were damaged beyond repair. A body burned near the ruined chapel.

Surveying the wreckage, Sanders broke down and cried.

"Twenty years of my life put in here, and I saw it all disappear in 20 seconds," he said between sobs. The orphanage had no insurance.

At other moments, Sanders was philosophical about his loss.

"If there was anyone who should have got swept away by this tidal wave, it should have been us," he said. "We were eyeball to eyeball with the wave."

 

SECOND TRANSCRIPT OF SAME STORY --

This is a transcript of a  testimony that was shown on CNN's Anderson
Cooper 360 Degrees early this morning. (1/1/2005 at 2.00 am)
The storm stood still. The link is
http://transcripts.cnn.com/TRANSCRIPTS/0412/31/acd.01.html
 
Happy and Blesses New Year to you !!!
 
 BELOW IS  TRANSCRIPT OF HOW GOD BLESSED AND SAVED 28 ORPHANS DURING THE TSUNAMI LAST WEEK.
 
You know, we talked to a lot of people, and when they first saw the waves,
they instantly thought to run to higher ground, but not you. What made you
think your best chances were at sea in a boat?
 
DAYLAN SANDERS, FOUNDER AND DIRECTOR, SAMARITAN CHILDREN'S HOME: Because there are no words in human speech to describe what we saw. It was a
30-foot wall of sea, just bearing down on us like an angry monster. And it
was coming at us at such speed, I knew that there was no place on ground
where we could be safe. So I knew -- there was something in me that told me
that instantly, that we've got to get on top of this wave if -- to stay safe.
 
COOPER: So how quickly -- how quickly...
 
SANDERS: So I came out, I called out for the children. They all came. We
rushed. We had just 10 seconds to get into the boat, and that day the
outboard motor stayed hooked to the boat. Usually, we take it off every
night. And we got into the boat -- you know, it had rushed in. It has -- it
just demolished everything that stood in its path. It came with such force.
It just hit both of the garages. The garages just splintered in every
direction. It lifted up my Toyota pickup vehicle, my Mitsubishi L-300. We
had a three-wheeler, a motor bike. Everything -- it just pulverized.
 
And then when we got into the boat, it was just a few -- I would say about
15 feet away, and we were eyeball to eyeball with the wave. And
immediately, a scripture popped into my mind. It said, "When the enemy
comes in like a flood, the spirit of the Lord shall raise up a standard
against it."
 
And I know from there, I got the courage. I just stood up in the small
boat, and I lifted both my hands and I said, I command you in the name of
Jesus Christ, on the strength of the scriptures, that when the enemy comes
in like a flood, the spirit of the Lord shall raise up a standard against
him. I command you in the name of Jesus Christ to stand still. And I
thought I was imagining at the time that the massive wall of water, it
stood. It -- I'm not one given to exaggeration. I saw, as if something
holding back, some invisible force or hand. It just stood.
 
And -- this was confirmed, because later on, when I met some of the
villagers who had climbed on top of palmara (ph) trees and coconut trees
and had survived this onslaught. They told me -- they called me father.
They said, Father, we didn't stand a chance because the sea, when it got
down to the beach and it crushed into the village, it came with the same
speed and the same furry, and it just wiped us all out.
 
But when -- ours is a four-acre complex. We have a boys section, the girls'
home, the staff section and everything. But when it got on your land, at
one point, it stood still. It just slowed down. And that gave you the
chance. What made it? Was it the density of the trees or the buildings? I
said, there was no power on Earth that could have held it back but the
power of God. I said, I called upon God, and I commanded it in the name of
Jesus, who 2,000 years ago he commanded the waves, and they obeyed. He
commanded the sea, and they obeyed. And this is the very same God did the
same to us and gave us those precious few seconds that we needed to stop at
the first yank, at the start, the engine just sputtered into life.
 
COOPER: And Daylan, I know your gamble paid off. You were able to take your
boat really directly through the wave and rescue all the children in your
orphanage.
 
SANDERS: By the way, they came up to us, and I told them that, you know,
it's going to catch up with us and if it caught up...
 
COOPER: It's a remarkable, remarkable story, Daylan. Able to save 28 of the
children in the orphanage. The orphanage itself, the buildings, the
structures destroyed. But it's a remarkable tale. Daylan Sanders, thanks
for joining us.
 
360 next, power and fury. Imagine being at the mercy of such force, a force
which has transformed some tourists into humanitarians.
 
(COMMERCIAL BREAK)
 

[COMMENT: See Earle Fox's article, "God and Tsunamis".]

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