Do you ever feel that just when you get a ‘plan’, the carpet gets yanked out from under you? The past several weeks have felt like a series of carpet yanking mini-disasters. But, in the midst of frustration, disappointment, and loss, I’ve been feeling grateful. And I’m grateful for that.
In September, I committed to staying at the Thai/Burma border until December. I had high hopes. I would teach, I would document, and I would come down from the mountain having given solid medical English training, armed with compelling footage and photos that will move people towards engaging in what’s happening here.
In mid October, I flew to Malaysia to get a new visa so that I could extend my stay. I thought I’d be out for a week—-taking some time to stop in Mae Sot to work on some things with our friends at Compasio. I’d spend a couple of days resting in Chiang Mai and catching up with the outside world (who I sometimes feel has forgotten me since I can go weeks at a time without having the ability to contact my friends!).
Then the border closed.
WHAT? But I had a PLAN! I’d been raising money to stay and teach, and a border closure was not part of the deal! And quickly I was reminded that though the border closure was inconvenient for me, that’s all it was. Inconvenient. For thousands of others, it has been much more intense than that.
(Insert attitude adjustment here).
Recently a team of four flew in from Murrieta, CA. They too were supposed to be heading up the mountain to train these students that are just hungry for knowledge. Their plans were spoiled too. But then, like a rabbit being pulled from one of those sketchy black hats, someone had the idea that we could FILM our training. Maybe we would not be able to get inside, but the information could.
So this week, I’ve gone from pity party/lonely/bored to renewed/surrounded by awesomeness/needing an intern. We’re filming a series of about 16 trauma videos (they’re short, people. This is no Hollywood). I’m so excited that it worked out for me to be here during this—-because resources like this can/will benefit not only the students, but others who so desperately want medical training.
And in a land where medical training is VERY hard to come by, this is like gold.
So, for those of you who have given of your finances, prayer time, and/or moral support, I thank you. It means more than my words can express, and I’m humbled that you care to engage in this wild journey.
I am hopeful that the border could reopen, and that in a week’s time we could be making the crazy drive back up that beautiful and tragic mountain.
until then, I’m just grateful to be a part of it all.