Seven of them in two years time, to be precise. When I was on Guam, they were called typhoons, and I went through what was considered to be the worst typhonn to hit the idland up to that time, Typhoon Karen(
http://www.pacificworlds.com/guam/land/winds.cfm )There were big red headlines in San Francisco that read "GUAM IS GONE!" the day after she hit, and we were without power and running water for a few weeks afterwards. MY mom invented Spam Stew, cooked over a barbeque, and never heard he end of it.
Before God, I slept through the night Karen passed over Guam. I do not know how;my dad made a tape recording of the storm and it sounded like a freight train was passing by at high speed right outside. We lived in reinforced concrete structures about a foot thick, with aluminum louvres instead of glass for windows and concrete slabs for roofs, and they stood up to the wind and rain like it was nothing. My brother, me, and my sister all three slept right through the whole thing.
We DID get a lot of water on the floors, and that ruined my mom's bamboo carpet, but that was about all we lost. Even dad's car, parked out in the carport, didn't get hit by any of the flying corrugated tin from the large section of quonset huts that were literally wiped off their concrete slabs and hurled through the air like big knives. One small (about a foot square) piece of metal hit the side of the carport and made a small divot in the concrete. We found what we figured was the piece in the backyard, crumpled up like foil.
It got to where we didn't worry about big storms because we had been through so many of them. I still don't get wound up tornados and such as much as I should, probably. Been there, done that, where's the Spam Stew?
Vande