Tubing Essay -- Personal Narrative Descriptive Essays

Wiping the sleepies out of my eyes, I quickly glanced at my alarm time 5 am. Good, Ive got plenty of time, I thought to myself. As quiet as possible, which never works when I am trying to, I quickly grabbed a bowl of cereal for breakfast. Checking my list and grabbing my gear I headed out to wait for a taxi in the cool weaken morning. I could taste the excitement, or was that the humidity?That day began like any the other missionary kid tubing trips down the Davao River in the Philippines, in force(p) of anxious anticipation and guess. I was so excited you can however sleep the night before. My mom made sure I had everything I needed, worrying like only mothers know how. My friends and I were off from give instruction for Christmas break. The weather was perfect, having rained for almost three days straight. Two days before, dapple coming back from a dive trip, my friends and I decided we had demote take advantage of the heavenly gift of rain. Friday, January 4th , 2002 was the day we began our adventure an adventure of a life time.The nine of us gathered at the Bangkerohan Jeepney destruction and loaded up. The whole way to Dominga, our shove-off point, we couldnt stop talking most the river. Everyone gave their report of the rivers they had crossed when coming to the terminal. Each and every time the jeepney passed all over a bridge, crazy white-neck foreigners stuck their heads out like ostriches, straining to get a glimpse of the mad rushing river. The Davao River was of course dark brown, but thats the way it always was and we loved it.None of us could have asked for a better opportunity to tub the river. We knew it was high and close to of us had supply a flood before, but this flood was different, there was some... ...es, we were able to swop a ride back to Davao.We all reached our families somehow or another, which was a gift from God. What I contributed to luck earlier was not luck at all but the grace and mercy of God . How else could all nine of us, some experienced tubers and some rookies, survive the worst flood in xxxi years. What took us several instants to tub down on a average tubing trip took less than an hour. The Davao River usually runs at ten kilometers per hour (about six miles per hour) but this time it was racing at a tempo of twenty-two kilometers per hour (about fourteen mile per hour). The nightmarish song of the bowlder sized rocks ringing beneath us as we tubed willing forever be in my memory. God humbled and saved me from many another(prenominal) things that day. Most importantly, he brought me closer to Him and to my friends. It is forever etched into my memory.