Hey friends...I just got word today that my friend Daylon Harrington died in an airplane accident on May 26. All I know is that he was flying in a plane from Portland to Arizona. They were at an elevation of 16,000 feet when they sent out a mayday and that's all I know now.
I met Daylon at Kako camp in Alaska during my first summer. He was a volunteer pilot for the camp for the three weeks we were there. He also stepped in and did some counseling and activities when we needed him. He was so great with the kids and exuded Jesus every time I talked to him. I kept in contact with him the past two years. Daylon was 24 years old and wanted to be a missionary pilot. I had tried to call him when I got out of school, but never got a hold of him. He was a sweetheart and a blessing in my life.
Please pray for his family and friends.
Here's the news coverage on the story. It'll give you a better picture of Daylon, and it also talks about the camp we were at together. http://www.katu.com/news/45929207.html?video=YHI&t=a
Saturday, May 30, 2009
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Lost in Moldova
Well it's official...I'm in Moldova. I arrived on the 24th. Yesterday Jessica, another intern, and I toured the town. It was a lot of fun, and she answered more questions than I even knew I had...which was amazing. I got to see a lot of the city, visit the office, see her place, shop for some groceries, etc. After I got home, I settled into my new place....which is extremely nice. The executive director of the microfinance organization just built a new house. I live in the basement...thus, I have a brand new apartment which is nicer than some of the apartments I've seen in the states. I'm very blessed. This morning, I tried to come into work for my first day. I thought I could find the office by myself. I'd already been there at least 4 times. So I started a venture that I will further explain to you...
...I felt confident as I got ready this morning. Nice gray business capris, a cute sleeveless top, heals on my feet, and trendy sunglasses in my purse. I grabbed everything I thought I would need for the office, including my laptop and all it's supplies. I threw my things into a green saddle bad and the rest into my small purse. I started what I expected to be about a mile walk from the house and put on my shades as the sun beamed down. It was a gorgeous day and the walk was beautiful, but I have to admit, I wasn't completely sure where the office was located. I took a left, then a right, then two more rights. I hit an intersection and started to question which way to go next. Here's when I started applying the Scripture read that morning from my Utmost devos "pray without ceasing". I was hoping the Spirit would lead me straight to the office...I was poorly mistaken. After looking down two streets which seemed identical to me, I went straight. I started to wonder how all these Moldovan women do it, walking everywhere with their high stilettos. My heals were only an inch and a half, and before long, I opted to go barefoot instead. Now with many people staring while I held my worst enemy, heals, I continued to walk straight hoping a familiar landmark would pop out. I was optimistic until the street ended with a large scenic outlook. Although it was beautiful, I would have much rather seen the overgrown trees outside the office building. At this point, my computer felt like it weighted 50 pounds and my bare feet were about to kill me. Before I returned to my house, ask for directions, and walk even further, I decided that I needed a break to preserve this moment.
Here I am. I'm on a wooden park bench with Moldovan techno music blaring from the heavily trafficked street. Market Salut, a fancy restaurant dec-ed out in bright yellow stands tall. A stray dog is resting in the shade in front of me, and business-looking people rapidly pace back and fourth on the wide, double-layered side walks broken up by white-painted trees. The books were right about the air. It's clean and fresh, but they forgot to mention one small detail. The smell of tobacco comes and goes rather quickly as so many carry cigarettes in hand.
I must return, but this was anything but a failure. A cultural experience to say the least. Or maybe all cultural experience involve some sort of failure.
P.S. I'm now at the office...all is well and starting my first day at work analyzing statistics. What? Crazy.
...I felt confident as I got ready this morning. Nice gray business capris, a cute sleeveless top, heals on my feet, and trendy sunglasses in my purse. I grabbed everything I thought I would need for the office, including my laptop and all it's supplies. I threw my things into a green saddle bad and the rest into my small purse. I started what I expected to be about a mile walk from the house and put on my shades as the sun beamed down. It was a gorgeous day and the walk was beautiful, but I have to admit, I wasn't completely sure where the office was located. I took a left, then a right, then two more rights. I hit an intersection and started to question which way to go next. Here's when I started applying the Scripture read that morning from my Utmost devos "pray without ceasing". I was hoping the Spirit would lead me straight to the office...I was poorly mistaken. After looking down two streets which seemed identical to me, I went straight. I started to wonder how all these Moldovan women do it, walking everywhere with their high stilettos. My heals were only an inch and a half, and before long, I opted to go barefoot instead. Now with many people staring while I held my worst enemy, heals, I continued to walk straight hoping a familiar landmark would pop out. I was optimistic until the street ended with a large scenic outlook. Although it was beautiful, I would have much rather seen the overgrown trees outside the office building. At this point, my computer felt like it weighted 50 pounds and my bare feet were about to kill me. Before I returned to my house, ask for directions, and walk even further, I decided that I needed a break to preserve this moment.
Here I am. I'm on a wooden park bench with Moldovan techno music blaring from the heavily trafficked street. Market Salut, a fancy restaurant dec-ed out in bright yellow stands tall. A stray dog is resting in the shade in front of me, and business-looking people rapidly pace back and fourth on the wide, double-layered side walks broken up by white-painted trees. The books were right about the air. It's clean and fresh, but they forgot to mention one small detail. The smell of tobacco comes and goes rather quickly as so many carry cigarettes in hand.
I must return, but this was anything but a failure. A cultural experience to say the least. Or maybe all cultural experience involve some sort of failure.
P.S. I'm now at the office...all is well and starting my first day at work analyzing statistics. What? Crazy.
Monday, May 18, 2009
Getting Ready
My flight leaves at 9am on Wednesday. I have approximately 100 things to do until then...one of them being writing to my wonderful friends via blog. I'm starting to get really excited now that I'm done with school. I got to talk to one of the current interns in Moldova this morning and got a few questions answered. It's also been great to see a few people at home for the 2 days I'm here.
I start training with HOPE International on Wednesday and then fly out on Saturday. While in Moldova I will have access to the Internet and will try to keep my blog updated. I will also have Skype. If any of you are interested to talk to me "on the phone" here's the website to download Skype: http://www.skype.com/. The service is free and really easy to use. My user name is: bobbie.lydick
Feel free to leave me comments or send me e-mails. Thanks for all your support and prayers. I'll blog next week to let everyone know how my arrival went!
I start training with HOPE International on Wednesday and then fly out on Saturday. While in Moldova I will have access to the Internet and will try to keep my blog updated. I will also have Skype. If any of you are interested to talk to me "on the phone" here's the website to download Skype: http://www.skype.com/. The service is free and really easy to use. My user name is: bobbie.lydick
Feel free to leave me comments or send me e-mails. Thanks for all your support and prayers. I'll blog next week to let everyone know how my arrival went!
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