A Long Ride...

I know it is typical for someone to complain about plane rides, but I am going to try and not focus on the fact that I got up at 6:00am on the 16th of May, barely slept on the planes, on got here at 12:00am on the 18th of May local time. I am going to overlook the fact that I had 34 hours of travel and maybe slept a total of 6 hours in little 10min and 1hr intervals. No! I am going to stand above complaining and speak positively about how I was stuck in a little seat size prison where I was given little rations to keep me alive and prolong my suffering. I refuse to talk about the screaming children, the constant 'bong bong BONG' of people 'in need of assistance', and the immense stiffness in my legs.

Really, it wasn't that bad actually. It was long, but I met some interesting people along the way.

I started the journey in the car with my super mom who got up early with me to take me to meat four of the medical team members who I rode the rest of the way to the airport with. Then they took off on another flight to Atlanta while I took a different route to Uganda…alone…. Well, along with the three-hundred or so people that I rode with on the different flights to get here.

The first flight—a dinky little flight from Charlotte to D.C.—was actually quite refreshing. The girl I sat next to was on her way to a concert. She was a double major in nursing and dancing which I thought was interesting. She said she was doing dancing because she loved it, and was interested in nursing because she wanted to help the very young and very old. I will keep her in my prayers as she continues on her way. Jessica Mumford--the one who is going to instruct me on how to teach the boys--is also a dancer and is actually leaving for a school in N.Y.C. next Friday (25 May). 

The next flight, across the Atlantic, I sat in-between Godlove and Coffee. I thought this was kind of funny. God's love on my right and coffee on my left; sounds like something that would happen to a writer or something. Anyways, Godlove was also training to become a nurse, and given that the first part of my time in Father’s House will be helping with the medical team I found that it was a good promise from God to have a nurse-in-training named Godlove sit right beside me. I pray that God—who is love—will be with the team and working through them to touch the people of Namuwongo Slums in Kampala. 

The last flight I sat by myself and was able to get a little bit of sleep. I chatted with a few people, but for the most part I read and slept, which was really nice.

When the plane landed in Entebbe I actually arrived before the four medical team members who left Charlotte before me. Getting straight to work and collected everyone’s check-in luggage while they got their Visas. Once everything was collected, we packed up the bus and started our African massage (thanks to the roads) back to Father’s House.

Now we are all tired and trying to rest before things get going tomorrow (19 May). I will be learning a bit about how the schooling works while the kids do their work today (18 May).

Please pray for:

-Rest-

So that everyone can be ready to work hard at whatever they are doing this weekend.