Alone in the Dark and a Flood; Another Friday the 13th story
It was dark outside, really dark. Thick, low-hanging clouds blanketed the night sky, obscuring the moon and stars. The typhoon had knocked out the city's power completely, except for the few homes powered by generators. The only real light to be seen was the lights of my van as I drove through the empty city. It was too early for most to be up. It is just before 5 am on Friday, the 13th of November, and I am on my way to pick up my senior Assistant, Elder Dela Cruz in a feeble attempt to at least do one small scale rescue. As I drive I am enveloped by the darkness and quiet. It is eerie and strangely unsettling. The night before, Donna, Elder Dela Cruz and I were up past midnight sending a missionary off to his home by van. In the good old pre-pandemic days we would send all of our missionaries off on the same day at the same time. Now, with the pandemic, we send missionaries home several times a month and we receive missionaries two or three times a month as well. I col