Now, I am freaking out with thoughts like: what if he can't get food or water, what if the looting and violence becomes so bad that he is hurt or even killed, what if he seriously hurts his back while trying to help someone and he can't get the medical care he needs (he had back surgery a few months before leaving for the MTC), what if the next after shock is bigger than the last and he is not as lucky this time, what if all of the tragic things he is seeing will change him so profoundly that we won't even know him when he comes home, etc.
Nobody wins when we play the 'what if' game!
I just read this online (I really would be better off if I would turn off the t.v. and internet):
"Of the 708 reported dead as of Sunday afternoon, 541 had died in Chile's Maule region, and 64 in the Bio Bio region, both in south-central Chile."
Curico is in the Maule region. Chance is in Curico.
Mondays are the days he usually e-mails us. Tomorrow will be a very sad Monday because I am sure we won't be hearing from him. How many more sad Mondays will we have? How long will we have to wait before we hear again that he is okay? I hate the feeling of helplessness that I feel. He is down there, so far away from us, and there is NOTHING we can do to protect him. I want to fly down there and pick him up and bring him home where I know he will be safe. Big sisters are supposed to look out for their little brothers and all I can do right now is cry and hope and pray that God will look out for my little brother who is not just a brother-he is truly one of my best friends.


