We arrive to the Philippines in the afternoon from our long journey from China. My team’s contact picks us up in a KIA as we headed toward the ferry. In the back of the KIA there were fourteen squadmates all squished with all of our packs and daypacks. I tightly gripped my daypack on my lap as we headed to meet up with my contact’s wife at a Burger King’s. There, our contacts were going to transfer some of our packs to another car so that we would have more room because the ferry was only about 30 more minutes away (give or take). I decide to leave my daypack in the KIA because my money was already with me as me and my 13 other squadmates went inside to order a meal. When I went back to the KIA I noticed my daypack was not there, so I figured it must be in the other car.
We were soon on the ferry and headed to where we stay for the night. We all unloaded our items. I soon asked people, “Where is my daypack?” I could not find it anywhere. No one had it and no one had taken it to my room.
The next morning, we prayed for it to turn up or to be transported to us or to someone that we knew.
After a week we had not heard anything about my daypack. Then I messaged one my squadmates about me not finding my daypack. She replied, “Lindsey, you left it at the airport and we have it.”
At the end of the month I was able to retrieve my daypack. God is so awesome! Yes even one my teammates remember me having my daypack with me in the KIA.
