Hoping for a Really Long Bridge



 I've often said that teachers learn quickly to dislike exciting days.  While there was little excitement in the classroom, today was an exciting day in the village in a very bad way.  We heard the plane take off after school this afternoon and thought nothing of it.  After hearing them come in and take off hourly, I really hardly notice them.  When the kids who had stayed after school to work made a comment about thinking it crashed, I dismissed it as kids being rotten (everyone knows I'm a big fat chicken).  A few minutes later when someone said the plane was in the water, I decided that was a little too specific to be kids being rotten.  Having heard of a pilot who drowned in a plane just off the shore in Nanwalek a few years ago, I had a pretty lengthy conversation with Jesus after seeing the plane bobbing in the waves.  Someone in the village had already helped the pilot - who cannot swim - to the beach by the time Mike got there to help people to shore.  One of the teachers and her sister - who is also one of our students - were on the plane as well as another person who works in our school several days a week.  All got out of the plane quickly but will be very sore and probably shaken up for a while.  We are very thankful that all are well, but I'm now thinking I may never leave the village as that will require getting in a plane.  

Eric getting his stuff out of the plane.
He didn't need to come to Nanwalek,
but was on his way home from elsewhere.



They tied a rope to tie it down
so it won't float away before they
can get it.