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Jan 15th, 2025 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
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As the helicopter approached the storm-ravaged town, hundreds of people desperately watched and waited for food and supplies. I started to make the first drop and joyful screams filled the air.
The hurricane damaged houses, leaving them engulfed in water, while downed trees blocked the roads and cars had streamed down the streets into one another. Shelters were provided, but they couldn’t accommodate everyone. They needed help.
The pilot turned in my direction. “Okay, that’s the last one. Let’s go.”
I buckled my seatbelt and said a silent prayer, thanking Him that I had a place to go home to.
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