"What's the short story?" you may ask. Well, it goes like this. Two nights ago, the river that usually runs around the west and south sides of the place where I grew up decided that the path of least resistance would be a better idea. So the water rose 20 feet and headed straight across Nasuli. Homes and offices have sustained much damage. The rushing water was followed by thick layers of mud. I will write more soon but for now, here is a bit of a photo-montage. One thing we're thankful for - we didn't lose anyone. The same cannot be said for the Filipino community surrounding us.
The mud is really thick!
Rachel is trying to get it out of Mom's office with the best tool available - a dustpan.
Looking down at the basketball court from the road.
Pulling cars out from the field along the back fence.
Aunt Ena's house came off it's foundation but was stopped by a tree.
And so did Notch but...
...it was stopped by a combination of the tree and the road that sits behind it.
1 comment:
oh rebecca... this is awefull! what a total mess. and even houses that were moved off the foundations... and to have guests there & everything. well they see what real life is like- for sure. i'm so sorry & hope soon you can get back to normal really soon
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