When we touched down in Manila (the capitol of The Philippines) it was the beginning of the day. It was 1-2am. We had to switch terminals to fly to Cebu. As we walked towards the shuttle station I saw the ramp that I had walked down those four years before to begin my mission in the Philippines. A bit of emotion touched me as I tried to relive that feeling so many years ago. In that instant I reflected on how much I had experienced during those two years I had served here and how much I had grown since that time. As I imagined myself walking down the ramp, I viewed how different the two of us were. I felt like a shadow in a dream, a time traveler unnoticed. I had a companion from the real world with me this time so I knew that it was reality; yet it felt so surreal, so dream-like. Combine this with the idea of over 5,000 dead, cities flattened, and thousands without food or water and we were the ones being sent to help. I tried to vainly wrap my mind around it all and expressed on the plane in writing:
Surreal is the perfect word to describe it because within these seven letters is an almost universally experienced phenomenon that no one can really describe. When we say it is surreal most get the idea. I guess it’s like the word love. A word rich and full of meaning but without true definition.
I believe both these undefinable words are playing a huge part with how we feel, why we are acting, and certainly why life was able to take a multiple-day timeout.
As I look out the plane’s window I see the ocean of white water vapor blanketing the sky in a dream like haze.
Maybe feeling surrealty can be defined as expecting to wake up.
After passing that ramp, we got onto a small bus that was packed and overflowing with bags and people. A fellow American looked lost and confused as the driver said “20 pesos” which is pretty close to 50 cents in America. This man pulled out a 20 dollar bill and looked ready to hand it to the guy which would have only been a 4,000% markup. I paid for his fare and asked the man if he had any Philippino money. He said he didn’t. We invited him to join our little party once we discovered that we were both flying to Cebu. He introduced himself as Josh, an ex-military gun for hire. He owned a gym with his wife out East but on occasion was hired by an anonymous multi-millionaire to accompany a team of doctors to travel to disasters zones. Josh was not at liberty to say who the man was or what company he represented but did disclose that this guy steps in when the government can’t in order to provide relief to disaster zones. Josh had been hired to protect a team after the massive tsunami hit Indonesia a few years ago. He down played his very dramatic sounding line of work as he explained that he usually just walks around for 12 hours a day holding a gun. He expected to do the same in Tacloban.
That plane ride was very brief in contrast to the hours and hours of flying we had done previously. When we landed in Cebu I remember stepping out into that hot sun and the wave of humidity washing over me. It was a therapeutic cleansing from all the motionless encaging we’d experienced in the multiple fuselages that trapped us like chickens in a pen for the last 20+ hours. A giant smile took my face as another wave of reality struck me. I thought in my mind “Here we are. Let’s get to work.”
Chantel patiently waiting at the computer shop |
Olsen arrived in Cebu Saturday night just after midnight. He got there about 6-8 hours ahead of us. Knowing that he had some time to kill before we arrived, he took a taxi from the airport to the LDS temple located in Cebu City. He spoke to the night guard (because the temple was obviously closed) who directed him to the Cebu Guest House. When Olsen checked in there, he started talking to another night guard. That guard was an investigator being taught by the LDS missionaries and informed Olsen that the owners of that guest house were also members of the church. Through them he was able to get contact information for the local missionaries, the elderly couple aforementioned, and the Cebu Mission President. The next morning Olsen went out bought a cell phone, Facebook messaged me, and returned to the guest house to wait for our call.
He met the owners who had invited the missionaries over to teach the guard. After the lesson they invited Olsen to join them in attending a church service. When they got to the chapel Olsen met about 30 of the Tacloban missionaries that had been evacuated. He asked them which areas were hit the hardest, where we should go, and what was the best mode of transportation to and within the island. They shared some incredible stories with Olsen about the devastating typhoon. They told miraculous experiences of surviving the storm, walking through the eye, and finding shelter. Remarkably not one of the over 200 missionaries serving in that mission were killed.
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team. They traveled to a store before returning to an office where they had stored some of their own supplies. While waiting there he finally received my phone call. Interestingly ZEDRU had had some frustrating delays before meeting with Olsen.
They had been sponsored to fly from Manila to Cebu and then to Tacloban but had been put off over and over again. They finally made it to Cebu at the perfect moment to meet up with Olsen. Their relief goods were also delayed in getting to Cebu which meant that their medical missions would have had to be delayed an additional two to three days. That is why our timing was providential. Mom Beth, as their leader was affectionately titled, had ties with the Philippines Coast Guard which allowed her special privileges and access to the ports where we could find a boat to Leyte. With her transportation ties and our relief goods we were
We combined our teams, retrieved the relief goods, and headed out to the port to leave to the island of Leyte.
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