After math of the typhoon

Just a few pics of the flood and the after math. I tried to get them connected to the words, but wasn't successful.
The pictures are from 3 different days-- the day of the storm, just out watching, the next day, Sunday, with members in the yellow vests, the third with missionaries from our zone, name tags only. The pictures are all mixed up from all three.

I wish the pictures could adequately describe the scene in front of our eyes. Other places like Cagayan De Oro were hammered. Hundreds dead and missing. It was hard to take pictures because I felt so badly about having people see me using the camera.

The swollen Amlan River. Usually clear and nice. The river is flowing well behind the tree line.

Everyone out of their house and on the highway, looking across the bridge that's closed





























The rescue efforts begin. Food and water. This was a dangerous walkway. This is one the bank of the first picture above.
The young man we wrote bout that lost everything, scriptures, pig, everything in his room is taking some food, water and fuel. About 500 yards of mud is in front of him. We made the hike in today with the elders and sister in the zone. The picture on the right. It is a good thing we had our recently purchased boots on or we wouldn't have made it through the mud. Sister Cropper carrying dried coconut frawn stems for fire wood. When we got in Uncle Carlito was unable to get up because of his gout and the young man below was burning up with a fever. We gave two blessings.

There was mud everywhere. First things first. Get the clothes washed and hung up to dry. Saturday night I was up to my calfs in water and mud in this spot.

Below are some of the other spots and people we worked with. Everyone is happy to have the Mormon Helping Hands Vest on.The road is just covered with coconut husks and banana trees. We got a text from the member who lives down this road tonight. Can you please help clear the road tomorrow so the power company can get in we are still without electricity. 8 o'clock tomorrow morning we will be there with other members.
The last house we went to today (above is on our way there) had several ravaged neepa huts and the old grandma coughing from pulmonary tuberculosis with one her little of her granddaughters she was watching just crying because they were hungry and scarred. The grandma couldn't do anything about it. We went back later with fuel,food, sleeping mats, and cooking equipment and a priesthood blessing. Her family had returned from a day of searching for food and tools to dig themselves out. the tide had come up so our only access was to squeeze through a hole in a rickety cement block wall that was ready to fall. By the way that is their only way out also. this faithful sister/grandma brings her 4 & 6 year old grandchildren every Sunday down that dangerous path along the river and walks to church. Everyone there had tears and we were grateful for our visit. The grandpa put his hands on our shoulders as we blessed his wife. It was a great spiritual feast. We are sorry for all the trauma that is being experienced by most people here. There are hundreds of thousands of people that are seriously effected. Add our backs and feet in your prayers.