One beautiful, quiet morning a couple of weeks ago, I was very contentedly sleeping in when I heard loud banging on the front door and someone yelling, "Hellooooo!" Seeing as my roommate, Lizzie, and I have an open door policy, I found that very strange. Most of the other missionaries know to just let themselves in. "Mehh, It can't be that important," I thought, "I am going back to sleep." A few minutes later, I get woken up again by a text message from Lizzie, who was standing in the kitchen, saying that our apartment was flooded. I jump out of bed in a flash and open my bedroom door to find myself standing in a couple inches of water and water spraying out from under our kitchen sink. That banging on my front door was my neighbor, Hannah, who had jumped out of bed into a lake in her bedroom. Water continued to spray as we waited for maintenance. Not only did our apartment and the apartment next to us flood, but our...