Filed Under (Life, Stuff) by Justin on 2006-10-06

I have a just a few minutes and I’ve been awake for more than 30 hours now, so I’ll have to make this brief. The flight was uneventful and extremely smooth. We had about 80 or 90 empty seats on the 767, so we were able to spread out and I got myself an exit row all to myself!

Our friend Joy is sick and currently back at our hotel all alone. Everyone please be in prayer for her that she would feel much better tomorrow. The trip is off to a great start thanks to everyone’s prayers. Please keep it up!

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Matt on 6 October, 2006 at 1:03 pm #

Glad you got there. Flight Tracker had you at a dead stop just off the coast of Newfoundland 😉

Were you delayed out of KATL?

netnomad on 6 October, 2006 at 11:23 pm #

I don’t think I’ve ever told you this story. Maybe it will bring some cheer to your sick friend.

More than ten years ago, I was on a missions trip to Trinidad in the Carribean. Our mutual friend “Matty G” was on the team with me and we shared a queen bed in the house we were renting.

On the way home one night – for some unknown reason – the “maxi” (bus) driver stopped us at a roadside grilling stand for dinner. It smelled tremendous but to even the casual observer it was clear that it was not the most sanitary cooking area in the world, but we ate there anyway, without incident… for a while.

We went back to the house (the home of the wife of the ex-mayor of Port of Spain) and were reminded to “take care of whatever we needed to take care of” before we went to bed, because the alarm would be set, and nobody could move until morning. I think it was just a scare tactic to keep us from trying to sneak out and explore the town.

I went to bed around the same time as everybody else, and felt fine at the time. A huge World War Two era oscillating fan sat in the corner of the room trying to keep the air moving over the three of us (there was another fellow on another bed by himself in the same room).

I closed my eyes and went to sleep and the next thing I knew I woke up dizzy (laying down!), disoriented, sweating… and aware of an odd smell that seemed to hit my nostrils in waves. Eventually I realized that these waves coincided with the oscillations of the fan, and I remember looking towards the fan under only the light of the moon and realizing that I had completely lost bowel control in my sleep (without even realizing it) and Matt and I were laying in a lake.

I remember rolling over (VERRRRRRY slowly) and whispering to Matt in the most authoritative voice I could muster under the cirumstances. “Matt!”, I whispered sharply. “Are you awake?”, I hissed as I held him by the shoulder to keep him from making sudden movements. He was startled when he realized how firmly I was holding him and knew something was wrong, but didn’t know what. “I need you to trust me”, I whispered. He nodded his compliance. “I’m going to count to three, and when I hit three, I want you to burn through that door as fast as your legs can carry you, and find Mrs. Williams before the alarm goes off and bring her here. Got it?”, I asked. He nodded again and in moments, he was out in the living room – with no alarm to be heard. Another twenty minutes later and everything was fine and the train was back on the track… and she gave me some bizarre Trinidadian remedy that was supposed to “stop that”. It tasted like sea water. It never recurred.

Except in the two billion times he’s told that story ever since.

lorraine moore on 9 October, 2006 at 8:51 pm #

Justin, i know you are busy. but please if ya get a chance let us know how Joy is doing. our prayers are with you all. love always, mom

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