A volunteer from the nursing college was visiting an evacuation shelter a couple of months after the tsunami. There, she met an elderly couple. Both of them had mobility issues due to their legs.
When the earthquake struck, they were at home with their daughter. As the tsunami warnings started sounding, the daughter grew worried about her son, their grandson, and decided to go pick him up.
She helped both her parents get up on the low table in the dining room, in case the waters came in and the floor got wet. Then she set out in her car to find her son.
The tsunami came rushing into their house, and the old couple found themselves being lifted up, along with the table, all the way to the ceiling. Like a raft.
The water was about to engulf them, too, and they were sure they were going to drown. But then it suddenly receded, setting the table gently back down on the floor again.
Although the inside of the house was in shambles, the two of them were wet but unharmed.
But their daughter and grandson never came home.
The grandmother couldn't stop crying as she related this story in the shelter. "It should've been us who died," she kept repeating.
The grandfather just kept rubbing his useless legs, saying nothing.
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