My Dad is home...

Well, my dad arrived home last night. I've talked with him briefly a few times but I'm looking forward to the conference call we are doing tonight with all the siblings. He says he has many experiences to share with us. He took 3 disposable cameras full of photos that are being developed today too. It was a life changing experience for him but more importantly it was life changing for those he helped. The limited medical supplies he was able to bring from his own stock pile saved many lives. He did many procedures that he had never done or seem before. The first question I had for him was "how many amputations did you do?" -since I heard that about 70 were being performed a day. He said, luckily he only did one toe.
He was working mostly out of the LDS churches. Each day he'd travel to a church and set up shop for the day until he had taken care of everyone in the line. He said about 10-15% were members of the church. The church was by far the most organized unit the first couple days. The members knew where to go for food, water and medical help. The engineer for the construction of the chapels and the mission president's home lives on the outskirts of the city on a large farm. The church was one of the first to bring in supplies in large shipping containers and drop them off at this nonmember's property. What a blessing it is to be a member of the church and know that we would be taken care of if this happens to us. The members down there are getting what they need and the relief efforts are being extended to non-members also.