Sensing a typhoon, I rushed to Hayes Village to persuade them to harvest lychees. Villagers, trusting Carter Hayes, saw my goodwill as ulterior motives. The chief escorted me out. Downpour began, villagers clung to my truck for help. Typhoon heading straight for village. I charged onto the mountain road, my refrigerated truck battling the storm. My father's surgery unsecured, villagers' harvest their livelihood. I defined responsibility with my actions. A test of trust and guardianship.
