I floated between the food packing
and the hygiene packing. I took many pictures and listened to a lot of
stories of people's families lost in the typhoon. It was heartbreaking.
Most people have heard from family members now. A lot of bodies were
washed into the sea or torn apart by the wind.
The first of our Tacloban
missionaries arrived here last night with harrowing stories of winds, flooding,
and collapsed houses. Some were stuck in their homes for 3 days with only
their emergency supplies. They were finally all contacted by our members
from here who went out to find them and bring them to the Manila airport.
A church member happened to be on duty at the airport and after waiting
at least 12 hours, the first group was flown out on a C-130 (?). We met
them at the airport.
Our next to the last group has just
arrived. There are 20 of them. Elder Nielsen greeted them with much
love and told them how we would care for them while they are with us.
Some wiped tears from their eyes. Most have nothing. Our
missionaries and members have donated clothes and shoes. The church
purchased 150 new suitcases. Sister Nielsen took the sisters shopping.
The church will buy anything new they need. The distribution center
is staying open late (that's a feat). Dad has them all downstairs now.
They are calling their parents. It is 3 am in the states and I
assured them their parents would not mind being awakened.
Its heartbreaking and relieved, and
happy and sad.
Love to all
MOM
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