ruction, cocooned in my own nest, spared by the heavy rain. 

The reality is that the monster floods in Johor has become a national disaster. Death tolls may be very small but many thousands have been affected and rebuilding their lives will take time.
But one story send in by a reader of The Star, who shared the experiences of her flood stricken relatives, caught my attention. The villagers were starving but the abundant food being prepared in a neighbourhood hall was only for visiting VIPs.
However, help came when you least expected it. There, most of the flood victims were Malays. But Chinese neighbours drove around to hand out bread, biscuits, drinking water and blankets. The local temple organised help, no distinction of race was made. When the water started to recede, Chinese doctors made free house calls. These people gave help from the heart with no reporters trailing them, no TV cameras to record their deeds.

Now, this is truly the stuff Bangsa Malaysia is made of…selfless, race and religion blind, good Samaritans abundance of Malaysian spirit!!
p/s last I heard, they dont need food but more blankets, pampers, tikars, tilam.....and such.
