On November 5th, 20 of us experienced a great tragedy during travel on our way to the capital of Lesotho. A few hours into our drive, the two vans we were in pulled up to a terrible car accident. It seemed like this taxi driver was coming down a curve of the pass too fast, hit the cliff wall, clipped the guard rail, then slid down the street until it stopped. It was a 15 seat taxi. We all get out of the van to go over and help. The first thing I see is one of my team mates bent down to her knees because there is a dead guy to her left. I look around and notice that there are at least 8 dead bodies. I have to take a step back because it’s too hard for me to handle. So I go try to call my grandma. I then realized there is nothing she can really do because she and everyone else are miles away from me. But I had to talk to someone to know that I wasn’t alone in this time. I then was asked to go get the first aid kits. So I run back over there to try to start helping. I see people’s bodies burst open and some of their insides spread all over. Blood everywhere. I have to take another step back. I wasn’t able to help because I couldn’t put myself together after what I just saw. My teammates are helping and some are going though the same feeling I am. We try to call the ambulances but no one can come because they’re “to far away.” We’re in the mountains with no one to help us and there are bodies just in the middle of the road. The only way we are gonna get though and back on the road is if we move these bodies. We keep trying to call for help and our missionary hosts back where we were staying. We got a hold of the police about 45 min into the accident. At this time, we took the 6 injured ones and away in the bed of a truck to rush to the hospital. That was about 45 min away. Not knowing if they were gonna make it or not. The police came about an hour later. When three police came they took the bodies and put them in a truck and pilled them up. Not only did I just witness the most terrible thing in my whole entire life, but I just witness dead people’s bodies being thrown around into the back of a truck. In this time, it was really hard to see where God was. But I just have to remember their souls were being delivered to a wonderful eternity of the heavens as they were lying there. When they were put into the truck it was only their bodies. What remained of their hearts and souls was already on their way to sweet and everlasting existence with our Lord. My squad is pretty shaken up to say the least. There are many still trying to figure out where God is in all this and why we were there, but it is not by accident that 20 western missionaries showed up to this scene in Lesotho with broken hearts willing to help with what little skill and resources we had. Thank you all so much for your prayers!
