The Below Events are True & Actually Happened. None of the Names were Changed

Once upon a time (thats how all great stories start), there lived a group of missionaries that traveled to the country side of Vietnam (A Loui, to be exact). Their purpose was simple... to bring much needed health care to the people and through their actions let the sick know WWJD. It was the morning of the second to last day of clinic when the leader of the missionaries got a call saying that he and his team needed to leave the country side because their was a big typhoon coming and the roads might be blocked the longer they waited. So, the leader, we will just call him Chuck, went to all of his people and told them that the team was request to evacuate the area after lunch. Chuck also told his people that not all sick would be seen but to try their best to see a big handful (185 patients were seen).  After the group ate lunch (or not) and gathered their things they headed up the road to Da Nang. Oh, what an adventure they had. The winds were starting to whirl and the rains beginning to drop all the while 6 buses started on the adventure that was bestowed on them. It started with a fallen tree in the middle of the road (but don't worry all the big, burley, strong men got out to save the day and move it).  Followed by another tree in our path. Next, came a mud covered strip. The team was questionable weather or not they would make it through. They did. They continued on with a few bathroom stops on the way (you know the 60+ crowd have a problem holding it) till they were faced with yet another mud spot. At this point, if they were in South Carolina all the boys would  be yellin, " whoa doggie look at that mud spray." But they weren't so it was more of a "I hope we don't get stuck." After a few more restroom breaks and a little bit more mud, the team arrived at the massiveness that is commonly known as a active mud slide. Now, so far they had been in the bus for 3 hours and the storm had gotten worse so they knew their only option was to try and get through alive. The first bus made it through (I mean of course nothing was going to happen to the Seacoast group), then the next one and the next and so on and so forth till all the buses were through this gravitative barrier of mud and clay. It had been about 30 minuets since the last time the busses had stopped for a bathroom break so the old people, I mean the advanced in age, had to go drain the main vein. After that the 3hr trip turned into a 4 hr trip, which led to a 4 hr 15 min trip, which ended with a total of 5 hrs under its belt. The people then found their hotel rooms and went to sleep.

The next morning upon awaking one of the members, Bailey, heard the typhoon outside her room. When she opened the door to look outside rain came rushing in and the wind was blowing the trees sideways. Her an her roommate went down to breakfast and arrived soaked from head to toe. After breakfast there was literally one thing to do and that was to find some place in the hotel and sit. So thats what everyone did. Oh, and they lived happily ever after (that's how all great stories end).

Ok but for real there was a typhoon its name was Ketsana and it killed some people in Vietnam and the Philippines. It rained alot and the trees blew and thats about the end of the story. Oh, we were stuck inside all day with nothing to do. Now thats the end of the story.

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