I may not write much for a while. The super typhoon that hit the Philippines may have cost me my most precious loved one. It’s hard for me to write when I’m depressed. I wrote for two hours last night about what had happened. But… I could not bring myself to publish such a negative post. I emailed it to my sisters, they were mortified. Sorry. I had grandiose plans and I’ve been humbled by reality. Please remember, my readers. Mother nature always bats last.
I will still leave for the Philippines as scheduled. But this is no longer a vacation. It is an attempt to rescue my wife from the gates of hell. I’ve repacked my luggage with provisions and things I might need if I have to live off of the land. However…an American is at terrible risk under a state of anarchy in any foreign country. Anyone or anything that represents prosperity or even food can be killed or attacked for that chance at survival. I may have to hire someone to go do the dirty work. I’m also considering chartering a plane to Guiuan. If the military will allow it.
This would require someone like Rambo or Jason Stratham. The situation in the Philippines is that desperate.
72 hours later, I still don’t know if Praxy is alive. The thought keeps me to sleeping only a few hours a night.
I sure wish I could take some iron with me. I have a .45 ACP at my bedside that would earn a lot of respect.
Take care, readers, I’m signing off. I will post something when I get to the Philippines.