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To Ms. S at her House

October 17, 2011

I have very little control over anything in my life these days.  For the first time in my life I don’t mind.  One of the Australians asked me what I would do after Peace Corps while we were at Club Universe Saturday night.  I stared at her blankly then smiled and said, “I have no idea!”  She furrowed her brow and shrugged in confusion.

Matt and Bret came up from Ganta this weekend.  It was nice, but having guests is exhausting so I heaved a big sigh when they left.  Just as I got settled into the chair and pulled out a copybook Krista turned and asked, “Why is that taxi driver walking up to our house?”  Sure enough he came in speaking loud Mano and shoved a letter into my hand.

“To Ms. S at her House”

The careful cursive gave it away as my student Emmanuel from 11A.  He’s a regular visitor and I cannot figure him out.  He’s a smart kid and he’s getting good grades, but he keeps giving me things.  First it was coconuts.  Then he tried to brush the yard.  Then $100LD fell out of his copybook while I was grading it.  And now this letter…. telling me there is a bag of coal.  Krista and I both ran into the yard, but the driver was long gone.  Sure enough, though, a giant sack of coal lay on the side of the road!  Two neighbor kids helped drag it inside and Krista and I just stared at it before erupting into laughter.  I sat back down.

“I give up,” I said.  “This day has a mind of its own!”  Not two minutes later I hear “knock! Knock!” and my 12th grade prefect George is outside.  He wondered if we could do quizzing…. in an hour.  Why  not?  I bathed and walked to school to find the campus deserted.  I kicked myself for not bringing a book and dusted off a chair in the courtyard.  Fifteen minutes later a few boys trickled in and, after they swept the classroom, we started quizzing.  They are such a crack up.  And so smart!  They are going to be my pride and joy.  I can tell already.  I stayed for two hours, but at 4:00 finally told them I had to go.

Krista and I cooked a leisurely dinner (soup again) before I fell asleep on my yoga mat.  Today was just as rambling and up and down… but it is what it is and there is no point trying to strong arm or muscle it.  This is Africa.  This is the turning point I kept waiting for in life, but only hesitantly dreamed was coming.  All things are possible through belief and continued effort.  Walk boldly in the direction of your dreams and settle in to your truth.

My heart is home.

“The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams.” Eleanor Roosevelt

 

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  1. January 3, 2012 3:34 pm

    Hey Rebekah, Thank you for continuing to share your adventures! You are definitely an inspiration. And I continue to enjoy your photos; beautiful. It is a cold day in Columbia; I am still working at the stables. Carol and I send love, LP

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