One of my good fortunes is the opportunity to travel a lot
in my lifetime, and more so in the last few years. One interesting thing in common in the most
important of those travels sounds a bit odd, but I would have to say is the bunk bed.
A bunk bed actually implies group travel,
and most often with altruistic intentions.
I’ve visited a number of bunk beds in various places this year, and all
of them have been a delight to the soul.
My latest adventure was with a group of students from
Indiana State University on a trip called Alternative Fall Break. We visited the Indiana Dunes National Learning
Center to provide some community service.
Staying at a group camp run by a non-profit and working with the
National Park Service doing some land reclamation projects. Day one was simply cutting down weeds in what
was once the Good Fellow Youth Camp. The
National Park Service, specifically Ranger Ted is working to restore parts of
this camp that was operated by U.S Steel’s Gary Works. …
On the last day of a medical team trip to Mountain Top Ministries in Haiti we had
the privilege of visiting a school they built near the village of Dumay. The school itself stood out with its modern
structure and brightly colored paint.
Yet it sits on the edge of a large industrial gravel pit with a serious dust
problem back in the village. Just a foot out the door of the
van we were greeted by a swarm of preschoolers.
Want to feel like a rock star, come for a visit. If only I was this popular in high school.
The work being done here is nothing short of
amazing. These people have zero creature
comforts, little to eat and numerous other problems, yet hope and joy was
abundant. Mountain Top Ministries is doing a serious good work here.
After a good 30 minutes of hugging kids we finally were
freed up as the kids returned to class.
We then got the tour of the complete facility. Several co-workers from the ISU Library, and members from our church collected some funds in advance …
So we decide to go on vacation to the beach with my wife’s
family including my mother in-law who doesn’t like the beach. One particularly beautiful beach day my
mother in-law decided she wants everyone to go shop for antiques. I don’t like antiques. I’m told me I need to leave the beach right
this minute and go spend it in at the antique shop a two hour drive away.
Walk into the large antique shop just livid that I’m missing
my swim and spending it here. I lean up
against a table, knock over an oil lamp and accidentally set the store on
fire. The place is full of smoke and
everyone runs out. They had a sleeping cat
appropriately named Smokey that comes running out last with his hair half singed
off. Picture of the cat goes viral.
Needless to say a lawsuit ensued and sure enough I go before
a judge name Judy, same name as my mother in-law. The judge, also a cat lover, sees Smokey with
half his hair singed off and was equally livid.
I get one year hard labor, and it takes every…