Thanksgiving Flood

   I've had some wonderful and very memorable Thanksgivings with my family and then oversees with my missionary family.  One of the most memorable was a Thanksgiving we spent in a dump in Nicaragua; really put things in perspective.  This year we had no turkey or pumpkin pie but it was a memorable one to say the least.

   Wednesday was the last day of class but some of the teachers, who are enrolled in ACSI, had to stay late to watch some videos for our class.  It rained pretty much all day and continued to rain while we were in class.  Here, in Ceiba, a hard rain means flooded streets.  Since we were inside we didn't realize how severely the streets were flooded until we left the building.  Quite a few people were stranded at the school because no taxis were available. So, we took a few people with us in our car and attempted to go to our house.  Both entrances to Ceiba have bridges and both had been shut down so traffic was at a standstill.  It took us thirty minutes to get to the mall which is, literally, across the street from our home.  We stayed there, along with hundreds of people, just waiting for the rain to stop and hopefully the traffic to ease up enough to get to our house.  When the mall closed at nine and nothing changed so people started walking home. By now, the flood water is about waist deep in many of the streets.  We drove around and around until ten that night trying to find a way to get home but it was impossible as the majority of roads were flooded and not passable.  We finally went back to the church and dropped off the car and our Pastor, who has a big truck, came to get us and take us home.  As we approached our house I knew there was water inside since the water outside the house was probably about 4-5 feet deep.  Water was even coming inside the Pastors big truck. When we opened our garage door there was 3 inches of water inside. Once we got in the house there was water on the floor but thankfully not enough to ruin anything. We quickly unplugged everything and started putting things up high and watched the water rise.  The worse part was when the huge Coast Guard trucks, that were rescuing people would pass by-driving ever so slowly-would still send wakes into our house.  Around midnight the pastor and some others came by to bring us sand bags so we were able to seal off all the entries of our house. We packed our bags and prayed that God would protect us and to stop the rain.  Shortly thereafter the rain calmed.  I fell asleep but Ruben stayed up a while longer in case we needed to leave.  He eventually fell asleep and when we woke up in the morning no more water had come in, the rain had stopped, which allowed the water to go down quite a bit.  That Thanksgiving morning we thanked God for his protection and prayed for so many people who lost everything.  We later learned it was the worst flood in 38 years.

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