2 weeks left.

August 24th, 2006


It’s hard to imagine that in about 2 weeks, our time will end down here. It will be bittersweet. I miss home, but I’ve also made some great friendships and had amazing stories down here. One thing is for sure, I’m not the same person that left 2.5 months ago.

Last night was once again our community cookout. I was worried it was going to rain, but as luck would have it, it was just great. Great with a dash of muggy and a smatter of sweat, but great nonetheless. It’s definitely getting easier to do. People stayed this week and I played with the kids. It was just a wonderful time. It never ceases to teach and amaze me how important it is for young boys to have positive older men be there for them. Playing with kids whose father isn’t around shows you that all too well. I don’t really know if that ever goes away in any man, now that I think about it.

Wednesday night is never, apparently, without a story. About 15 mins left before cleanup time, a truck lost control on the main street by the cookout, hit several things (lightpost and other things by the sound of it) and crashed into a tree on the opposing side of traffic. We rushed over there immediately. By the time we got there, amazingly enough, the driver was out of the car holding his ankle. Airbags clearly saved this guys life well beyond a shadow of a doubt. The entire front of this thing was absolutely destroyed. We got the guy some water, cleaned up some of the debris and stayed to help the cops figure out what happened. The guy seemed okay except for a bruised or broken ankle (the ambulance took him away for treatment). It’s totally amazing this guy survived and that he didn’t hit anyone in the oncoming traffic.

In other news- at long last Mercy Response is getting close to picking a logo. Which hopefully means I can get started on other things as well. So that’s good. I doubt I’ll be able to design, approve, implement and program a new website before we leave. Which is okay, because even though that’s what I thought I was coming down here for (at least in part), I realize that better things were in store.

It makes me think: Even though we’re leaving, we’ll take what we’ve learned back with us. In that way, we’ll be bringing part of New Orleans home.

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  • 1. Donna  |  August 25th, 2006 at 1:00 am

    wow, it sounds like you’ve had an amazing experinence in NOLA! I do hope you bring a part of this experince home with you, as you described, and apply it to your daily routine in Columbus.


  • 2. stacy  |  August 25th, 2006 at 2:36 am

    God’s grace was all over that man and his truck. Well, the man at least.

    I’m confident that you both have been changed by the hands of the guy who brought you down here. Seeing the face of Jesus changes everything. You will be bringing a piece of New Orleans back with you: you’ve been pursued like crazy here in the Big Easy; don’t think it’s gonna stop now. :)

    love to you both…

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