
I finally have internet at home so I can start blogging all my adventures! I will try to catch up since I have several first impressions to share.
First Everyone here has been so welcoming. They made sure I had everything I would need at my house until my things get here. I am borrowing a very cool Jeep to get around the island. Many teachers are here without family, so they hang out together.
But for my first blog from GTMO I wanted to share with you my experience at church here. There is one main chapel. It is one of the oldest buildings on the base. It also served as GTMO’s first school. The base has several different services throughout the morning on Sunday: Catholic, Pentacost, LDS, Protestant, Gospel, etc…. There is a Catholic Priest on base, but all other services are provided by military chaplains.
I attended the protestant service and the sermon was given by the Joint Task Force Chaplain. He is a Navy Chaplain with many years in the service. His sermon was on overcoming hopelessness. He told a story from his many years with the Navy that makes you proud to be an American. I want to share it with you.
He was on a carrier when Hurricane Floyd (1999 ?) was bearing down on Florida. The Navy was sending the ships out to sea where the ships could better weather the storm. His ship was a day behind the rest of the fleet and had to sail through the edge of Floyd. There were 20 foot waves and very rough seas. They had just made it to calm waters when they recieved a message from the Coast Guard that a tug pulling a barge was sinking. There were 8 crew members on board. The carrier was the closest ship to the tug. It was 100 miles away. The carrier reversed course and sailed back into Hurricane Floyd to execute a rescue mission. The Carrier had two helicopters on board. As they sailed back into the storm the waves were 30-40 feet. At one point waves washed over the deck which sits 70 feet above sea level. There were hurricane force winds and torrential rains.
As they sailed back to the tug it had capsized. Five individuals had made it into a life raft. Three individuals had life preservers. I am sure that all eight individuals thought they were going to die. Ironically the individuals with the life preservers were found fairly quickly. Their vests had some type of signaling device that could be picked up by satellites and transmitted to the ship. A Helicopter was dispatched and they were able to lower men into the water and pull each man out of the water. Remember this was happening in the middle of a Class 4 Hurricane.
The five men in the raft did not have any type of transmitter. There was no way to electronically track these men. Knowing the odds of finding the raft were astronomical, the helicopter pilot flew back into the middle of the storm to search for the five remaining crew members. He estimated how far and in what direction he thought the raft would have drifted from the wreck. It was raining so hard at this point, the helicopter crew could not see out of their windshield. They could only see straight down. When the helicopter pilot arrived at the coordinates that he plotted, he had the crew look down and miraculously they were directly over the raft.
The pilot, crew and certainly the men in the raft thought it was an act of God. In the midst of hopelessness, God was able to use this event, these brave Americans to show his power and his mercy.
This is the type of story that makes me proud to support our military families. It makes me feel like I am doing my small part to help these brave men and women.
Tomorrow, I’ll show you some pictures of my new home.