Well, Here I am, safe and sound in Grand Rapids Michigan.
The trip back was fine, no real problems to speak of.
The last few days in Bamako were great. we spent a lot of time with the street kids, and we fell in love with them. It's amazing how close you can get to people that don't even speak your language. They had such an impact on my life. This is what seems to happen everytime: I do something to try and make an impact on someone's life, and then they are the ones that impact my life.
I'm not gunna lie, I really wanted to take them back with me.
maybe someday I will
or maybe I'll go there
Where do I go from here though? what do I do now?
I've witnessed the discards of society, and I've fallen in love with them.
Every time I see another luxury that I have I get more sick.
How many movies do I see in a year? How long would that feed these boys? How long would it educate these boys?
These are the type of questions I have to deal with now.
Did you know that instead of going to the theater to entertain myself for 2 hours, I could feed one of my new friends for several days?
I got an email from Jan saying that Jessica called her the morning after we left hoping that we had missed our plane. She said she really misses us.
right now, I'm sitting on my couch, cold, bored, and wondering why I left Africa.
For now my mission field is Grand Rapids, but that doesn't mean I won't go back.
That concludes the storyline for now. Jet-lag is in full swing, so later, I will post some thoughts on the trip, so prepare yourself for some things that may be hard to hear, and harder to take to heart.
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i'm glad you are back. You are grappling with some things that are hard to know what to say. Feel free to say the hard to hear things, i enjoy stretching and challenging myself and my culture.
I think it's very mature of you to be thinking things like these and not just going back to being an american.
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