Flies shipping containers

His crew was still working diligently, even though
it was almost three in the morning. He dreaded what
he was about to tell them.

They'd already filled four of the six forty foot
shipping containers in the loading dock with food,
water, blankets, tents and medical supplies. Now they
were busily loading the remaining supplies onto
pallets so that the two men with forklifts could load
them.

[...]

"Unless you are ready to fly these containers to
Myanmar, I don't think there's much you can do,"
Jacob said. "There isn't much point in loading these
others, except to keep them out of the rain."
At least the locked containers would provide extra
security. Local drug addicts had been known to try to
steal what they could.

"Where are they headed for?"

"Not anywhere now," Jacob said. "We were hoping
to get supplies out to the Irrawaddy Delta, to
monastaries."

Some of the men were moving away from the
crazy man; no matter how reasonable he sounded you
could never trust how some of these people were
going to react.

He walked to the end of the container and checked
to see that it was locked.

Then he bent and put one hand to the bottom of
the metal container and another higher up. There was a
sound of groaning metal and a moment later the entire
container began to rise into the air.

The container weighed approximately twenty six
tons fully loaded.

The men in front of him began to scatter and a
moment later Jacob discovered that he was in the front
of the crowd.

Jacobs's mouth was dry and he could hear the
thunder of his pulse in his ears. His heart was beating
rapidly, and the men behind him were dead silent.

As the man reached the end of the loading dock,
he turned to look at them.

"Will you need these back?"
Jacob shook his head faintly. "It costs more to ship
them than it does to buy a new one. We get abandoned
ones donated to us all the time."

"I think these would make good temporary
shelters," the man in the Superman suit said. "I'll be
back for the rest of these as soon as I can."

A moment later he and the entire container were
rising into the air as though being lifted by a crane.
Jacob found himself rushing to the end of the dock
along with the others to stare up in the sky.

The container vanished from sight in a shockingly
short amount of time.

The men around him were shocked and silent.
Several had faces that were white and pale. One man
spoke up. "What are we going to tell the bosses?"
"We found alternate transportation," Bob spoke
finally. "Sometimes God works in mysterious ways."

The group was silent again, staring at the sky.

"If he's really coming back," Jacob said, "Then we
probably need to get back to work."

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