Warren kept himself by supply preaching occasionally and airport Chaplaincy and Presbytery. In 1993 when St. Louis was flooded he volunteered to head up the task force in Presbytery and worked very hard. He had been diagnosed with cancer at this time but he felt that God really was calling him to accept this responsibility.

He organized 39 groups that came into the area to help. He found housing, showers, food and job sites for them, and distributed coupons to families requesting refrigerators, stoves, washers and dryers, etc. He attended meetings galore with agencies all working together. He went to Florida at one point to learn how they handled this type of situation and he hounded car dealers to donate a truck that was needed, and finally one came through.

One time we drove down into a place south of St. Louis that had been hit so hard, it looked like a ghost town. Everything was dusty and muddy looking. We both cried. All of its residents had to clear out and later a community was rebuilt on the top of a nearby hill. At some point Presbytery realized what a huge job it entailed so they hired a young man to help Warren and offered to pay Warren too, but he wouldn’t accept money. After the job was completed Presbytery acknowledged what he had done at a Presbytery meeting and gave him $500.

Warren lived two more years fighting Walenstrom cancer. He continued to work at the airport and we continued our trips to Florida and visiting the children but he was in and out of the hospital getting infusions. Warren went into the hospital one last time on December 17, 1995.