The Final Entry (at least from India)

Well our Indian travels are over at last. We have trained, planed, and automobiled (not to mention autorickshawed) over only a small portion of this enormous country, but we are ready to return home. The last week especially was basically constant travel broken by brief visits to more project sites. On Saturday, we spent the day with Pastor Sugamar, an acquaintance of my dad's who lives and ministers in Chennai. He took us around to see a day care that he runs for poor children, to a tsunami affected beach and to his church in a rural village. The daycare was SO cute. We stopped on the way and bought some Indian sweets to give to the kids. Sugamar said that the government gives them 2 rupees to buy food for each child each day. That's 5 cents. He said that doesn't buy nutritious food, surprise surprise. They try to make sure the kids get some vegetables and at least one egg a week since they probably don't get much of anything at home. One thing that has struck me over and over here is the almost total ignorance of parents on how to care for their children. We are so often overwhelmed by scientific advice on childcare that we tend to try to block it out and filter it, but most of the information for parents over here is superstitious rather than scientific. In some areas, up to 40% of children die of diarrhea simply because their parents don't know what to do about it. (Sugamar was also telling us that the parents don't follow basic sanitary practices and are often the cause of their children's sickness. His own daughter almost died as a baby because they couldn't get her nanny to wash her hands after using the restroom. (remember, no toilet paper here))

Being at a beach that had been affected by the big tsunami a couple years back was a little surreal. We got to meet some fishermen whose homes and livelihoods were destroyed by a huge wave. You could tell that the government and different groups like World Vision and Sugamar's church had helped out, but it was still extreme poverty. The nets they were given a couple years ago are wearing out and they don't have the money to buy more. I guess they cost $150 each (they're really big) and are shared by the village.

We also visited their church that night and had many more children perform songs and dances for us (this was a constant on our trip and quite a highlight) and handed out more sweets. It was neat to see how many children from the village came to the church that Sugamar built. Their parents are mostly Hindu, but they let them come to church and the opportunity to learn about Jesus. The church also does a lot in the community such as building a clinic and providing nutritious food to the kids.

Sugamar is one of a kind. He is shameless when it comes to asking for money, but that's probably necessary when the needs are so great compared to the response. He himself is by training an attorney and his wife was a nurse in Saudi Arabia, both high paying jobs, but they left those careers to minister to poor villagers near their hometown. I really enjoyed meeting them and their family. (I must point out that Sugamar is quite taken with Ronnie. He called him a “simple man” over and over, which as near as I can tell, is the highest compliment he pays. He was talking about the fact that Ronnie didn't need fancy clothes or a fancy office to be a minister. He told the church about it while we were there and said it was a lesson for all of them.)

We took a train over to Visakhapatnam and then a car over to Vizianagaram to the World Vision project supported by FOCUS. Now I must say that World Vision was, by far, the best organized, highest impact organization we've seen. And it should be. In size it completely dwarfs these other groups. They have ongoing projects in 150 districts in India alone, not to mention other special projects. In Vizianagaram, their work has been nothing short of transformational (or transformative, whichever is actually a word). They've been there for 10 years and around 2000 children have sponsors. They said they only have sponsors visit about once each year, so they really rolled out the red carpet for us. Since we could only come on a Sunday, the entire staff came in on their day off and they organized a big gathering of people, bringing around 200 children to see us. They had big painted welcome signs and everything. We were “Brad Davis and Team.” Joe and I were just Brad's team, so we made him do all the public speaking. Then we pulled aside the 17 kids we came to visit (FOCUS actually sponsors 22, but we couldn't get 5 slackers to get us their kids' names in time) and got to meet them one by one. And by one at a time I mean we were surrounded at all times by a throng of loud people, both adults and children. So we tried to video interview the kids, but they were so quiet and shy compared to all the people whom we had no interest in videoing, that I'm not sure we can hear a single one of them.

Solomon, the man that heads up the project, was awesome to talk to. He has a passion for Christ's mission and has given his life to the poor in India. He was telling us about his first job for World Vision, making $15 a month, sleeping on a hillside with poor people and helping them build roads or some such. He didn't really say, but I gathered that he makes closer to $70 a month now that he has a wife a two children, one in college. It's great to know him because we can work directly with him to support specific projects in that community. He's very pro-education and wants to put 10 computers in each of the region's 10 high schools.

Overall, I must say that the need in India is staggering. Everywhere we looked for the whole month there were new and bigger needs. You could send $100 million and it would be just a drop in the bucket, affecting only a tiny fraction of the massive population. But it's exciting to see how many people are making a difference in their own spheres, in their own small way. And it's exciting to know that we can make a difference from across the world, with just a few dollars. The needs are gigantic and can't be met in a day or a week or a year, but they are slowly being addressed and individual communities are being transformed. Huge organizations like World Vision are doing huge things, but men like Sugamar and Mark Templer and others we've met are filling in the cracks—going to out of the way places and out of the way people. They aren't yet as efficient and effective as a huge worldwide charity like World Vision with decades of experience, but they are learning lessons as they go, staying faithful to their calling.

I think that many of us don't want to do anything unless we can do the biggest thing. We pass over helping one person because we can't impact them all. But the needs in this world are too great and too specific for the big names to meet them all. So much of that is our pride. We want to be the big name, the one everyone recognizes as having made a difference. But God doesn't have that in store for most of us. Most of us can't handle that kind of fame :-). I think He wants us to be faithful in little, and then He might give us more. India will probably never hear of Ronnie Worsham, but we heard some Indians bless his name this week for his generosity. It reminds me that Jesus said, “Use wordly wealth to gain friends for yourselves, so that when it is gone, you will be welcomed into eternal dwellings” (Luke 16). I guess I would encourage us to be content with the roles God has given us and faithful with the opportunities He puts before us. Seek His glory instead of your own and He will ensure that your life leaves a permanent positive footprint in this world.

One interesting note: Two nights ago, I randomly dreamed of Hill-Denton, for those of you who know who that is. We were climbing vines over muddy water in some sort of swamp/jungle place, but she was still immaculately dressed with purple low-heel dress shoes on. Ah, she never changes. So I've decided I must find her and get in touch once again. It's been too many years.

Thanks to everyone for reading my blog and responding and making this a richer experience for me. It's been incredible and enlightening, but now I'm totally ready to come home. Joe and I have been singing patriotic songs for days.

The Great Indian Railway Adventure

So we have successfully traveled by train from Delhi to Chennai and it was quite an experience. Before we left, we went back to the Village of Hope one last time to say goodbye. They had planned a little farewell that consisted of each of the staff telling us what they appreciated about us and our service for the past two weeks. It was also a chance for us to build them up and encourage them in this work that they have devoted themselves to. I, of course, started crying and couldn't finish what I was trying to say. I don't think I used to do that before meeting JVR, but I'm not sure.

When we got to the train station, it was raining and we had no idea where to go or what to do. And we had way too many bags and such because of the stuff we are bringing back from the Village to sell in the US. Brad kept showing people our tickets and asking where to go. He received many different answers and we just went with the one he got the most. I guess it was right because we did indeed end up back at Vikram's house.

Now we were in the a/c 2nd class which means that it was an air conditioned car with beds stacked 2 high. The bottom beds could convert to seats during the day. Now on one side of the train, there was the traditional little rooms you see in the movies where 2 bench seats are facing each other. We were not in that part. On the other side of the little hallway there were beds (berths) turned sideways and running the length of the train. That's where we were. Much less space. Joe and I were sitting facing one another in an area about 6 ft by 2.5 ft. Brad somehow managed to have his little berth to himself, so we were able to take turns having slightly more space.

Now the difference between a/c 1st class and a/c 2nd class, so they tell me, is that in 1st each area is enclosed while in 2nd they are separated only by curtain. And curtains don't keep out noise. Joe and I were across from a baby who may have been the loudest baby ever. That baby was loud when happy and loud when upset. It had the most piercing little voice that it used all night long. Now this child's parents did not seem to care or have any control over the child's volume. (By the way, I'm guessing this kid was like 1 ½ years old.) The one thing they had that seemed to quiet the child was an extremely loud toy. Even Joe, cool, even-tempered Joe, was getting quite agitated after a while. (And, yes Ronnie, I was reminded of April.)

But we all slept and got to see some of the Indian countryside. The food was pretty good and there was plenty of time to read and listen to music and such. I, being the sickly one, have contracted some sort of sinus infection and that made the train ride that much more enjoyable :-).

We are counting down the days now (we leave in 4, back in 5) and are very excited about getting back to Texas and seeing everyone. We just have a couple of visits left to make and our volunteering days seem to be finished.

Speaking of finished, I finished Lonesome Dove and it was SOOOO depressing. I liked the first half and then read the second half out of pure stubbornness, but I cannot recommend it. Maybe it's just realistic for that time period, but if so, I'm that much more thankful to live in THIS time period. Anyway, I feel like I could have got the point in less than 945 pages. Oh well.

More thoughts

First, a few important notes:

1. My mosquito kill count is up to 42. Now there may have been others. I usually only count them if I can find their bodies after I slay them. I have only been bitten once. I know the count has slowed down massively, but Delhi just doesn't have the same Mosquito population as Chennai. That, plus our hotel room has lizards that I bet eat mosquitos--not to mention a mouse that may or may not eat lizards. I have also been considering calling them "skeeters", which I picked up reading Lonesome Dove.

2. I was able to watch the service at Northeast online the other day. It was so encouraging to hear all that was shared and to know that it was "live". I felt like I really got to participate from afar. I appreciate the people that put so much work into that, and I know that those of you who have been away and gotten to experience that taste of family value it as well. Overall, it was really cool.

3. I didn't really get to finish all my thoughts on the Village of Hope last night because the internet cafe was closing. I was just reading Brad's blog and was thinking about his comments on how easy it is to idealize these poor people. One of the things you see pretty constantly here is people begging. It's easy to walk into a poor area and think that it would be really good to give money to those people. Now we have definitely given plenty away, but we've gotten some pretty consistent advice from the Hope staff and from our travel guides, etc. It's good to give to those who are obviously disabled in some way, but they say that just like in America, many people are begging to support a drug habit or to keep from doing any legitimate work. The travel guide said not to give money to kids in certain areas like downtown Delhi, but to instead give to one of the charities that feed and clothe kids in that area. Basically that's the only guarantee that the money won't be spent on drugs. Other people won't ever stop begging and start working unless they can't make enough money begging. That reminds me of the question that Jesus asked the lame beggar in John 5, "Do you want to get well?" Getting well can be costly, and work was a part of God's plan for us even before sin entered the world. God gave Adam and Eve both a job to do, taking care of creation, and I don't think we can be truly fulfilled or happy without working.

Consequently, and this is completely a tangent and I'm not really sure how it's related, I was listening to a US Military sociologist on NPR a week or two before I left and he was talking about the draft. Now the traditional argument against the army draft in the US is that soldiers who are drafted would be more quick to go AWOL and less willing to fight for their country than people who sign up willingly. Interestingly, he pointed out that historically, looking at each war since the Civil War, that the statistics show just the opposite. He was explaining that the term "volunteer army" which is used in comparison to a drafted army, is a misnomer. He said that "mercenary army" would be a better term. Our soldiers are neither required to serve nor do they volunteer their services--they soldier for pay--mercenaries. He talked about how these type of troops mostly come from the poorer demographics. In times of war, historically, they are much more likely to desert, etc. The draft draws from a much broader spectrum of society. Those soldiers coming from the richer demographics, the more priviledged sections of society, are the most loyal and consistent soldiers, again statistically. He talked about how the culture of those upper classes teaches people that they have been given much by society and have a huge responsibility back to it. The poor on the other hand, tend to have a mentality that society owes them something. It made me question how much my picture of those more privileged people has been shaped by Hollywood rather than by truth.

So now I'm off that tangent. Over here, it seems to me that it's easy to forget how many horribly sinful things go on around all the time. The government is horribly corrupt. Joe got to see a policeman taking a bribe right on the side of the road the other day. I was reading about how the government of Agra, where Taj Mahal is, raised the rate for foreigners to see Taj from 20 rupees to 960 rupees. Right now the price is 25 for Indians and 750 for foreigners. So they raised the price by nearly 50 times, supposedly to raise money to renovate Taj. Yet in the almost seven years since, none of that money has been spent on Taj. Today we visited a community to the north called Sonya Vihar, or something like that. It has about 200,000 people and is next door to the water treatment plant for the whole city of Delhi. But guess whether or not those 200,000 people have clean water in their neighborhood. Nope. They said that before each election politicians come and promise to build those short pipes if elected, but then do nothing after the elections. The news here is right now covering a woman official who has made millions of dollars off of a very poor district. It's really sad and makes the stuff our media screams about seem tame.

The practice of killing baby girls is still common here, especially among the poor. Kids are being sexually and physically abused and not much happens. The orphanages and such run by Hope are full of abandoned kids, most turned over by the police via hospitals, where they are recovering from whatever. The high value that we in the West place on human life, whether we are Christian or not, definitely came historically from Jesus and his followers. It certainly didn't come down from Rome, with its slaves and gladiators. It didn't come from Babylon or Persia. Islam and Hinduism traditionally don't value all human life like we do. This sense that all humans have value came down from Jesus' teachings and continues to shape the West today. We certainly haven't always been consistent with it. And many, many Christians have themselves, both purposefully and unwittingly, not been obedient to Jesus' teachings, but His coming began a process that has been reshaping our world ever since. The way he treated women was radically different from his contemporaries, giving them status and a place alongside the men. The way he treated children was specially noted by his followers. He wasn't impressed by people with money nor was he turned off by people with the worst diseases--Jesus touching the lepers comes to mind. No matter how much violence has been done in His name by despicable people, it is clear that He taught us to turn the other cheek, to give to those who ask, to love even our enemies. And he demonstrated His teaching by his practice. He didn't raise an army. He didn't try to force the government to right the wrongs. He taught people not to judge. And over the centuries men and women have stood up and followed suit. Men like Gandhi and Martin Luther King, Jr. have turned powerful nations by learning from His ways. Countless men and women have gone to countless places to serve and give and love. Mark Templer here was telling us the other day about working with Mother Teresa, and what an amazing woman she was. I am proud when I realize that, for the most part, it is the Christians who have gone out into the world to care for the orphans and widows, the sick and the lame.

Yesterday I was noting that for some reason, God has made it so that my bad choices can hurt you. But I was thinking and realized the opposite is true as well. I can do things that bless and help and heal you as well. It would be hard to have the one without the other, though it's that ability to hurt each other that so many point to as evidence against the existence of God. So we can hurt and we can help. God is a God of relationships and He has made us all interconnected. I think that's why I struggle so much with the concept in some other religions that God is ultimately totally disconnected, that to reach Him we must disconnect from everything. This whole creation is designed down to the smallest point, nothing left out or forgotten. It works as one seamless system making life possible. Our bodies themselves declare the majesty of His plans of relatedness--every system working in harmony, all at once without conscious thought. And when one system breaks down, the others try to find new ways of relating to work around the problem. Even a single cell is a marvelous machine of many related parts. Take away any one of them, and the whole can't function. Which is why I can't buy the argument that the first cell just popped into being, independent of any design. Creating an amino acid in a lab is a far cry from having a living cell with every system functioning properly, simultaneously, and in the right relationships with one another.

So He has called us to relatedness, ideally to bless one another. Just as He made us in His image, Genesis 2, He has called us to be like Him in action, not just in nature, Matthew 5 and Ephesians 5. I think that starts with our family and friends but doesn't end there. He didn't wait for us to come to Him or only relate to His favorite people. He came to us. He went to the sinners and prostitutes, the lepers and blind and lame. He came to the women and children in a world that treated them like property instead of like people. And we have the opportunity to do the same each and every day, with the people we come into contact with, and it does start with those closest to us, with the way we treat them. It doesn't always work out. Many of the people we try to help will hurt us in return. That's not surpirsing considering we consistently hurt those we love the most. But we can tip the balance in our lives. If you try to love people, not everyone will love you back or love someone else in turn. But as my wise father has said to me many times, "If you love enough people, enough people will love you back." And I have found that to be very, very true.

Thoughts on Leprosy

So I know how scary some of those wounds seem in the bandaging pictures. And it is sad and disturbing to see people whose feet and hands have huge sores and who are missing fingers and toes, etc. The first time I was bandaging, I was sitting there helping out with a man whose feet were in particularly bad shape and I was just praying, "God, please help him." And in one of those special instances where I hear that still small voice, I heard, "I am."

And it hit me that He has been helping these people. He helps them each day and Christian men and women (and some Hindu and Muslim men and women as well) come to work for very low pay and spend their days serving in the Village of Hope. It doesn't take long to see that the people in the village, even the ones who come to have their terrible wounds bandaged each day because they will never fully heal, aren't filled with bitterness but with hope. People have told us what the area was like before Hope came 10 years ago. They say it was a wasteland, that people only survived by begging. There was no medical care and an awful stigma about the people there.

Now these patients have been cured of their leprosy (Hansen's Disease can be treated with antibiotics) so that the progression of the disease is stopped. They can have their wounds cleaned, treated, and bandaged for free each day. Many people come and are bandaged by the guy on duty, but many other come and just get the materials and do it themselves. The ones whose legs and feet are too bad to walk on have special bikes that have three wheels and are turned by hand so they can get around. The people in the village don't look down on them--they are an important part of the community, its elders.

Now there are brick houses, hundreds of them, housing nearly 4000 people. They have better sanitation, restroom facilities, trash pickup, and safer water. The Hope staff weigh the kids from age 2-5 each week to make sure they have a healthy weight and if they fall under, they provide extra nutrition for the kids. They say that very few people beg now. Most have their own little businesses. They get small loans or stipends from Hope to start them. Some of the handicapped women make crafts to sell. (We'll be bringing some back to sell at Northeast.) It has become a much more self-sufficient place and a place of hope. Things are getting better, not worse, and the life that these people live, while poor by our standards, is so much better by theirs. And there are plenty of other programs at the village besides those.

I don't know why God has chosen for some to be poor and some to be sick and some to live more charmed lives. My gut feeling is that He didn't choose that at all. I don't think it was part of His plan. My thinking is that He chose to give us a choice. And this is how people have chosen. I also don't know why He would let one person's sin cause another to suffer. It doesn't seem fair to me. But I do know that He doesn't just watch all this impassively. He chose to suffer with us, to be one of us, so that He could truly understand us. And He has sent us out asking us to make right some of the mess we have made of this earth. The Village of Hope seems to be one place where people are trying to do just that.

A couple of funny notes:
1. Now that Joe is getting darker in the sun, everyone thinks he's an Indian. It's been useful for getting better prices on certain goods. :-)

2. We were helping teach an English class the other day and the kids wanted us to sing them a song in English. When we asked what song, they made it clear that they wanted us to, one at time, sing, a capella, the song from Titanic. "Near, Far, Wherever you are . . ." We declined with much laughter, but I knew Leah would especially get a kick out of that. It's her favorite song.
:-P

Taj Mahal

So we went to the Taj Mahal yesterday and it was pretty amazing. It's actually in Agra, about a 4 to 5 hours drive from where we are staying in Delhi. So we got up early and left at 6 and got back around 7:30 at night. On the way, we stopped at a restaurant and had french toast and scrambled eggs. (By the way, does anyone besides Brad and his family put honey on scrambled eggs? I think that's weird.)

The bathroom at said restaurant had a very helpful attendant. He literally ran across the courtyard to open the door for me and then followed me in. I was afraid to use the urinal since it seemed that he was coming with me, so I headed for the stalls. He then sprinted to the stall to get in front of me and asked, “toilet, sir?” I said yes and so he ran inside and wiped the seat with a pink napkin and then came back and held out his hand for a toilet wiping tip. I gave him 10 rupees and he just stood there looking at me, so I gave him 10 more. He made it clear he was not pleased with my tip, but did finally leave. Then I needed his help washing my hands. I apparently can't turn on the water or push the button on the soap dispenser on my own. These are very difficult tasks and best left to trained servants. As we were washing my hands, he asked if I was from America. It was something like, “America, sir?” When I responded yes, he pulled out a handful of American change and put it in my hand. He said, “Change?” I agreed that it was change. As he kept repeating his question, I began teaching him the names of the different coins, but he did not seem interested in this knowledge. I finally gleaned that someone had given him this change as a tip and he wanted me to trade him for rupees, which I did at a very generous exchange rate. Now I ask, who would tip an Indian bathroom attendant in the middle of nowhere $2.07 in US change. Oh well, I'll have money for the tollway on the way back from the airport.

Then, at another stop, our car was attacked by a monkey. Now we do our best to ignore those outside our car because they all want money. So we were ignoring the men with monkeys until one of them did this:

Now Taj Mahal is really beautiful. The pictures don't really prepare you for how big it is. They say it took 20,000 workers 22 years working 24 hours a day to complete it. For now I'll just put a couple pics of the three of us in front of it so you will all believe we've been. Our very expensive guide kept trying to rush us through Taj with very little information. We figured out later it was because he wanted to take us to many expensive stores that I'm sure he had some sort of arrangement with. So that wasn't cool, but overall I'm really glad we went.

We are almost finished working at the Leprosy Village. Tomorrow I think we are planting trees and we are just saying goodbye on Wednesday. Tuesday we are supposed to visit one or two other Hope projects around Delhi. Last week we did quite a bit of painting. It was pretty cool to do something that will clearly last past our visit here, and I think the trees will be the same way. So I have ruined 2 of the three pairs of shorts I brought with me and one or 2 t-shirts as well (and both hats I brought have paint on them too, epsecially the one Joe borrowed :-). Or, if not ruined, decorated with blue paint. Now the third day of painting, I was the only one painting. I didn't make nearly the mess that day and hardly got any on me. So, either I got better at it, working by myself it's easier to keep things clean, or Joe is just really messy with paint. I'm guessing it was the third option :-P

I also had a chance to work in bandaging. Seeing all those wounds was pretty intense, though I didn't get queasy like Joe and Brad. In all fairness though, the electricity didn't go out while I was working in there which meant the fan was on the whole time, keeping the smell and flies away. Most of the wounds were really clean. We wound cut off the old bandage, clean the area and the wound, and then put on a new bandage. I was able to do all those tasks. The guy in charge would choose what medicine to put on the new bandage each time and sometimes he would cut away some of the diseased area around the wound. He offered to let me try that, but I politely declined. I will include a couple of pictures of gaping foot holes so you can get the picture. :-)

My entertainment time has consisted mainly of watching Heroes on Brad's laptop (only four episodes to go!) and reading Lonesome Dove. Debra Bottoms lent me the most raggedy copy of Lonesome Dove there has ever been a few years ago and told me it was good. I finally have gotten around to reading this nearly 1000 page monster Western. I'm about a fourth of the way in and I must admit its good. Brad has asked what I keep laughing out loud at, but the humor loses something when I try to explain it. (Either that, or Brad just doesn't have a good enough sense of humor :-).

I'm so thankful that I have been able to spend this time with Brad and Joe. They are awesome to be on this trip with. Brad has really led the way most of the time. He is great with all these people who don't speak much English and has really been an initiator at the Leprosy Village. The kids ADORE him. He pretty much always has a crowd or children around him and ususally has them all laughing. He has made one really good friend in a kid named Yash. Yash is 18 and thinks Brad hung the moon. Brad set him up an email account, introduced him to pizza and McDonalds, and lets him use his camera constantly. Brad is also very thoughtful and is constantly wrestling with how we can best respond to the things we are learning and seeing on this trip.

Joe has been such a trooper. He is always the one with the great attitude--patient, kind, and gentle. He gets up every morning and is the first to spend time in God's Word. Joe never complains and is so dependable. He has a desire to help others and is always ready to laugh good-naturedly at himself or whatever funny situation we find ourselves in. And anytime Joe tries to communicate with an Indian person, there is always some good-natured laughter :-).

I am ready to be home and have home-food and do home-things and see home-people. I know this trip has been good for me, but the duration has been a stretch. (Of course, I chose the duration so that it WOULD stretch me.) God has been letting me practice patience and humility. But overall, I still have a great attitude about this trip and I'm excited about the things we have left to do. The last big thing we'll do is visit the village that FOCUS helps sponsor through World Vision. Our ministry sponsors 22 kids in that area and we should get to meet most, if not all, of them. It will be awesome to get to see them face to face and find out what the needs of their community are. Please be praying that all of our various travels will go work out and that we can get evrything into the next 10 days that we need to.

America

So being away teaches you a lot of things about America. Last night we had the opportunity to talk with the leader of a church here and compare our challenges in trying to make disciples in very different environments. I spent some time further explaining our government and the various ways that it protects or inhibits our rights to faith, to free speech, etc. In comparison, what we have looks so good! We may complain about social security, but when you come to a country that has NO safety net for its people, no social welfare system, you realize how blessed we really are. So as much as I realize how unappreciative we are and how entitled we believe we are back in the West, coming over here has made me so much more Patriotic. I told Casey that I've started singing the nation anthem before I go to bed at night and saying the pledge of allegiance before meals. And I awaken each morning by seranading Brad and Joe with a moving rendition of "America, The Beautiful." We really are blessed beyond what most people can imagine. Just answering these people's questions about the US is almost embarrassing. My grandma and I have decided that the penalty for complaining about America should be one year of forced exile to another country. THAT might teach thankfulness :-).

In an unrelated note, Joe's crotch was groped today by an Indian transvestite. I so wish I had a picture for all of you to see.

Brad Dancing and other various and sundry things

I'm once again having a very frustrating time with video and pictures. I'll put this all together in a way that makes sense soon.

So we've been pretty busy the last few days and I haven't had time to blog, mainly because Brad has been hogging the laptop :-) (not really)

So Friday night we got to meet Mark Templer, the head of Hope here in India and also an old acquaintance of my parents. He has a beautiful family and he is quite a character. We went and ate mexican fast food, which was pretty sweet (but definitely not tex-mex). Then we went to their campus ministry meeting. Their campus group is where ours was quite a few years ago—a group of some students, some graduates, and some young singles. There were probably about 20 of them. Worshipping with them was awesome. Not only did we get to sing some great songs that I remember from when I was young (Soon and Very Soon is one of my favorites), but they were full of excitement and seemed to really care for one another. Brad and I both had the chance to share about what God has taught us about ministry. As usual, the hospitality was awesome!

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Saturday we went sight seeing around Delhi. It was pretty cool. One thing we have discovered is that there is absolutely no rhyme or reason to the prices we pay for taxis, autorickshaws, etc. On Friday night, when we went to South Delhi (we stay in East Delhi), a driver from Hope took us. However, we had to pay for a taxi on the way back. It was 500 Rupees for about an hour drive. The next day, we reserved a taxi for the entire day (up to 8 hours and 80 km) so we could go sightseeing around the city and it cost 800 rupees. On Sunday morning, an autorickshaw took us from church to a mall right next to our house. It drove us halfway across the city for 50 rupees. Then to get back to our hotel from the mall (maybe 2 km), cost us 70. And that's after we turned down the first two who wanted to charge us 100. Basically, our white skin means they won't take us anywhere for less than double what it should be. If an Indian makes the arrangements for us, we might get a slightly better price, but they are pretty stubborn about charging us higher prices. They will completely turn down our business if we won't pay their outrageous prices. To me this seems like bad business practice, but then again, who knows if rickshaw drivers get courses in good business practices. (Maybe they have some sort of pact that most of them follow to keep prices high for foreigners.)

So back to sightseeing; we went first to the Raj Ghat, which has something to do with the cremation of some very important people, namely Mahatma Gandhi, Indira Gandhi, and her son Rajiv. All three of these were important leaders of India (though I'm pretty sure the second two aren't related to the first). They had monuments set up in a big park area. Next we went to Red Fort, which was some sort of big castle that had lots of palaces inside. When we got in, we paid a guide to lead us around and explain everything to us. That was really worth it; he painted some cool visual pictures of what these things looked like when they were first built. Much of it was built by the same guy that built Taj Mahal. We also got to see some old weapons from the area in a museum.

We hung out down around Connaught Place, which seems to be a big commercial district in central Delhi. The day before, a driver from hope had taken us to Connaught so we could buy tickets for a tour bus on Saturday. We were in this non-a/c car (the worst way to travel in India) and he just kept driving in circles, stopping at least 6 times to ask for directions (these moments were the worst since at least when the car was moving, the breeze would come in through the windows, but when he stopped and got out of the car, there was no escaping the heat). The part that made this extremely frustrating was that we quickly figured out the pattern of this area and how to get where we were going, but since he spoke no English, he never seemed to go where we directed. When we finally got to a place to buy tickets, we were informed there was no tour the next day. I was in such a pleasant mood. :-)

But anyway, we wnet back in our cab the next day and ate at McDonalds. It was pretty sweet. We had the McChicken and fountain Diet Coke!!!!!!!!! Fountain Diet Coke!!!!!! Mark informed us that it was probably safe as long as the restaurant looked clean and we didn't get ice. So that was tasty and then we were harrassed by random a random salesperson while we walked around. First he was trying to sell Brad a bong. I guess Brad just looks like the type. Then he pulled a snake charmer's flute thing out of his pants (he had multiple ones hidden inside his pants) and began trying to sell it to Brad. He would not leave them alone (I have mastered the art of remaining aloof, so they leave me alone quickly. Brad, on the other hand, tries to talk to everyone, so they never leave him alone. For example, he tried to explain to the man (who obviously had very limited English) how bad for his health using a bong is). Eventually both Brad and Joe purchased snake charmer flutes, for way too much money I'm sure (though they both got “very good discount”). They have to be the most useless purchases so far this trip.

After this, we went to a place called something like Gandhi Smriti. It was a museum and such set up in the house where Mahatma Gandhi lived his last 144 days and right next to the place where he was shot and killed. They had much of the story of his life and many quotes about him. We were able to see the very few possesions he had when he died and the monument put up where he was killed. He was far from a perfect man, but he was definitely a great man. He was wrong or confused about some things, but he mapped out a path for the world that actually has some hope of getting us somewhere good. One of the things that always stands out to me is how deeply he was influenced by the teachings of Jesus in forming his core ethic of non-violence. (Ironic how a Hindu can hold so closely to Jesus' teachings on non-resistance while Christians can be quickest to take up the banner of war) He also exchanged letters with Tolstoy (author of War and Peace and one of the most prominent Christian novelists of the last century) concerning the power of non-violent resistance to stand against corrupt governments. They apparently saw eye to eye. I am always encouraged and inspired when I contemplate the stories of men who refuse to be conformed to the patterns of the world we live in. Such men make many mistakes, but they don't make the same ones that everyone has been making over and over for years.

So that was sightseeing. Other things of note:

1. Joe cannot seem to read a clock, even though his watch isn't digital. Twice now on this trip he has woken me up freaking out about how we have to be ready in just a few minutes, only to have me inform him that he has read the hour hand wrong and we have an hour and a few minutes. Twice. Then I get the wonderful task of trying to go back to sleep with my heart pounding from such a drastic awakening.

2. We've been learning some basic phrases in Hindi from some of the computer students (18-19 yrs old) at the colony. My favorite time was when I asked “what is this” (in Hindi something like Yaheck Yahey?) pointing to Brad and one of the guys informed me at least 3 times that he was “very handsome boy”.

3. We did some Indian dancing today. I'll include a video of Brad getting jiggy with his male teacher.

4. The kids LOVE having their picture taken. They crowd around when the camera is out yelling “one picture” with one finger (sometimes two :-) held up. After you take that “one picture”, they just keep that finger up and start yelling it again. It's pretty funny.

5. Brad got to see an elephant on the road today. So he got out of our auto and went to take pictures while our auto took us on to the colony. This resulted in our guide getting in trouble from the head of the colony because none of us are supposed to be alone at any time around the colony. Henri (the head guy) says it's definitely not safe for us to be alone, but we'll be fine in pairs or with one of them. But I'm glad Brad got to see his elephant.

6. Joe is so special. We were driving today and saw these kids throwing water out onto the dirt streets. I asked Yash (the guy leading us around) what they were doing. At the same time, Yash was explaining to Brad that we were at the border between Delhi and Utter Pradesh (sp?). So Joe starts talking about how those kids are throwing water into the streets to mark the border of Delhi as if Yash's comment was in answer to my question. Joe says this as if it makes perfect sense. Brad and I spend so much time just staring at him and trying to figure out what goes on in his brain. :-) But he definitely keeps things fun.

7. We are deep into season one of Heroes, completely hooked. I'm so thankful Brad brought his laptop and movies because the only English TV over here seems to be sports. Like Crickett.

8. So I'm the only one who hasn't working the bandaging room yet and Brad and Joe have me thoroughly freaked out about bandaging these open wounds. In one sense I'm excited to serve in a way that makes me uncomfortable, truly washing feet, but in another I'm not sure how well my stomach will handle it. More on that when I've had the experience.

We arrived safely in Delhi (and other thoughts)

So we made it to Delhi yesterday and are starting to get our bearings here. Until now we had no real phone access or Internet access or other-English-speaking-people access which has made our world basically the three of us. Our room at Ram Niwas Tourist Lodge is pretty nice and the a/c is freezing--on the lowest setting. Now one thing you don't really get in India is blankets. A top sheet will usually suffice, even with a/c. But not at Ram Niwas. Oh no. I found an extra blanket to go on top of mine, but Brad was on the floor and when I tried to put it over Joe he threw it off in his sleep. So I was warm, but I think they froze. (Incidentally, Joe kept trying to get all three of us to sleep in the same bed. Now it is about king sized, but it is made up of two twin mattresses, so aside from the fact that neither Brad nor I want to sleep between two men (Joe wasn't offering), we also did not want to sleep on the crack between two mattresses. So we got an extra mattress and put it on the floor.)

My travel sickness seems to be mostly over after two days completely in bed. Tuesday night, before we went to Delhi on Wednesday, I go to go to the doctor in India. My favorite part was when he had me lay on his table and then pushed and thumped all over my belly. Then he put me on a strict diet of bland food for a day or so and gave me four medicines. Now the doctor visit and all the medicine cost me about 150 bucks. Indian bucks. Which means about $3.50. So I figured I could live with that :-). I don't know what I would have done without Ram and Vikram taking care of me. They have truly been a family away from home.

Also last night I had the pleasure of fishing a dead fly out of Brad's eye. It apparently flew in, Brad blinked, and it died in some hidden back corner of his eye. Joe first tried to fish it out with his sausage fingers (jk), but when that didn't work (though I'm sure it gave Brad a nasty eye infection after all we've touched here) I saved the day by getting it out with the strap on my digital camera (I'm sure it was 100% clean (right, Neil?)).

By the way, if any of you have ever laughed at "Don't Mess with Texas", shame on you. India has been messed with and it is not pretty. Piles of trash all over and dogs and goats and cows (and people) roaming the streets eating out of it. It also contributes to a special aroma. Nothing in the states compares. So please, don't litter. Ever. :-)

We went to the leprosy village today and it looks like we will have quite a bit of work to do there. We start tomorrow. We'll be painting, planting trees, doing arts and crafts with kids, teaching in their computer training center, helping in their bandaging room, etc. So we're excited to be doing something useful over here.

Kids love to say hi to us, though some seem afraid to touch us. I think for some we may be the first non-Indian people they've seen. A big difference between here and home is the lack of diversity here. Everyone is Indian. EVERYONE. I mean, we've seen maybe 20 other white people (and no people of any other color) in the time we've been here. That's counting the airport and tourist sites. So we really are strange to look at and people stare at us wherever we go. (At least, Brad says people stare at us. Joe and I are obliviously unobservant. I see people looking at me but when I make eye contact, I look away and assume they do the same, like normal human beings. Brad on the other hand stares them down. Which to me means that they are probably at home telling their family and friends how white people just stare at Indian people when they come here ;-).) Back home, we see so many people of so many backgrounds and it seems to natural. I guess it never registered just how diverse the US, and especially our universities, are. But overall Delhi has seemed much more Western than Chennai. In Chennai we hardly ever saw a woman not in traditional clothing. In Delhi, most seem to wear shirt and pants like western women. Even the traffic isn't quite as crazy, though that might just be where we are or because the roads are wider.

I was pondering today the overwhelming needs in the world and their diverse nature. Trying to help at all is less than a drop in the bucket. Where do we even start? (I am always encouraged by the story of the boy throwing the starfish back into the sea: When asked why he did it when there were so many starfish beached that he could possibly make a difference, he replied, "I made a difference to that one.") Some have tried to meet purely physical needs, saying "how can we expect them to listen to stories of bread from heaven when they have no bread in their stomachs?" And I agree. But I often wonder where that ends. As I noted the other day after visiting the AIDS home, we are so wrapped up in our comforts and conveniences that we fail to realize that people who have only enough to live can be so much happier than we are (though that doesn't mean they necessarily are). The Bible calls wealth a trap, a snare. But it seems that we often want to keep improving the quality of people's lives until it is like our own. But these kids aren't bringing guns to school, and terrorists aren't out to destroy their opulent way of life.

Others have tried to meet purely spiritual needs, but neglected the immediate ones, the needs of this world. They remember Peter's words to a lame beggar in Acts 3: "Silver or gold I do not have, but what I have I give you. In the name of Jesus Christ of Nazareth, walk." But he didn't just tell the man about Jesus, he healed him, gave him the means to start working for a living and stop begging. I remember Jesus saying on one hand "The poor you will always have with you, and you can help them any time you want. But you will not always have me," justifying the woman using the expensive perfume to anoint Him rather than selling it to give the money to the poor. But I also remember his words in Matthew 25:

For I was hungry and you gave me nothing to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me nothing to drink, I was a stranger and you did not invite me in, I needed clothes and you did not clothe me, I was sick and in prison and you did not look after me.' "They also will answer, 'Lord, when did we see you hungry or thirsty or a stranger or needing clothes or sick or in prison, and did not help you?' "He will reply, 'I tell you the truth, whatever you did not do for one of the least of these, you did not do for me.'

And I think about Paul giving instructions to the Corinthian Christians about not worrying about their status in this life (1 Corinthians 7):

Each one should remain in the situation which he was in when God called him. Were you a slave when you were called? Don't let it trouble you—although if you can gain your freedom, do so. For he who was a slave when he was called by the Lord is the Lord's freedman; similarly, he who was a free man when he was called is Christ's slave. You were bought at a price; do not become slaves of men. Brothers, each man, as responsible to God, should remain in the situation God called him to.

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What I mean, brothers, is that the time is short. From now on those who have wives should live as if they had none; those who mourn, as if they did not; those who are happy, as if they were not; those who buy something, as if it were not theirs to keep; those who use the things of the world, as if not engrossed in them. For this world in its present form is passing away.

We don't think much on those passages in the US, where the American dream is getting more for me and mine--advancement in this world at all costs. As we've probably all read in a chain email somewhere, we give up our health trying to make lots of money, and then give up our money trying to get our health back. I don't really understand what Paul meant. Maybe his comments were meant for a specific situation in that city. But I think there must be a principle beneath that applies to us.

My good friend Deepa (Neil's wife) responded to my comments about the happy kids at the orphanage in this way: "the kids take me back to old memories. I always remember kids in India, in whatever area or status, being much more appreciative and simply happy than kids here, even when I was a kid." So what exactly are we really trying to give people.

I'd like to hear your thoughts on how we can best bless others in this world, doing what's most important, or most immediate, or most impacting, or most [insert yours here]. These questions aren't just for India. I think they can tell us something about how we treat one another day to day, because it's so easy to get engrossed in the things of this world when, "this world in its present form is passing away." Each day we have opportunities, and no matter how many good ones we take, we have also passed by other good ones. So how should we choose?

The Videos I Wanted to Add

I love the music playing in the background at the restaurant. This Indian man had this incredible country singing voice. I was really loving it and wished he had a cd or something. Isn't it amazing how people with strong accents can sing without one?



These kids crack me up. Note how much they like giving their name on video. As much as I included here, it's not all the name giving footage I have. :-)

I hope ya'll enjoy these cuz it took me forever to get them up!

It's Been a Few Days . . .

So finding time to blog has been challenging the last few days. First off, we've been busier. More than that, whenever we are on our way home for the last time each day, we are always overtaken by extreme exhaustion. Brad especially. He goes to bed before us and gets up after us everyday. And sleeps more in the car. In fact, if you factor in his random disappearances with no warning or explanation, I'd say I spend about five or six hours of waking time each day with Joe but without Brad. I think he might be on a different trip than we are.

Here are some updates:
Mosquito bites received: 0
Mosquitoes slaughtered by me: approx 19

I am a mosquito killing machine. I got tired of them being in our bathroom so one night I went in with one flip flop in hand (if it's just one, is it just the flip or the flop?) and just went to town. It took three separate entries over the course of a night to get all the ones hiding from me, but I got 11 that night alone. Now I'm down to regularly scheduled maintenance—about 2 a day in the bathroom.

Funny things said by Joe:
Well, there was the time when we were sitting with a . . .

Make that 20 mosquitoes.

. . . middle-aged Indian woman travel agent booking a trip to Delhi. Joe, referred to there being a lot of “eye-candy” around. (He was apparently referring to the many billboards around. Yeah right, Joe!)

Joe also freaks out whenever bargaining occurs with a shop vendor. He gets all giggly and runs away even if he is not the one bargaining.

Hmm, what other funny things. We went to a concert yesterday that Vikram's brother Vinay was playing in. This is the Indian punk rock scene which is very tame compared to our punk rock scene—like collared shirts and jeans tame :-). They were very big on no cigarettes at this event, to the point that they had a guy feeling all of our pockets on the way in. So I had my bottom thoroughly groped to prove that I didn't have any. We all did. We couldn't look each other in the eye afterwards. But I did check Brad for cigarettes one more time :-) (I thought he might have been trying to sneak some past.)

Every car in India is a compact car. So when Vikram and his girlfriend Shoba take us out, Joe, Brad, and I sit across this tiny back seat basically on top of one another. Now to be fair, this is only because we fight with Shoba to make her sit in the front. And no one is capable of driving except Vikram, but it's still pretty funny when compared with how much space we are used to in the US. The Elantra, the little car that Brad and I both have, is like a big luxury car here. As Brad asked the other day, what on earth would they do with a hummer?

And eating has been interesting. I've had more pizza in the last four days than in the last four months before that. It seems to be the easiest way to get food that is safe for us (and sometimes we crave it). We have had pepperoni made from both pork and lamb. Brad thinks the lamb kind tastes like dog food. Then again, I thought his chicken salami tasted like dog food so I guess we both ordered correctly. Other than that though, we've had great food. The only thing we really haven't liked is chat. Chat is some sort of snack category. I'll put up a video tomorrow to explain chat to you.

We did have an incredible meal at a really nice hotel yesterday. I'll put up another video explaining the soup, etc.

We got to go to Mahabalipuram yesterday. It was pretty awesome seeing these ancient temple ruins and just trying to imagine how amazing they would have been when they were first finished. Most of the temples and such were carved from a single rock, not put together with mortar or anything.

Here are a few pictures:









On a more serious note, we got to spend the afternoon today at the Home of Hope, a facility for kids and women with AIDS/HIV. Most of the kids (24 of them total, I think) are orphaned due to AIDS and all of them are HIV positive (they have another orphanage for those that test negative). I think the thing that struck me most was how happy and joyful and loving the kids were. From the moment we arrived they began singing us songs and dancing for us and there was continual smiling and laughter. In fact, any time they were told to smile, they didn't just smile, they all laughed until the picture was taken. It's pretty awesome when smiling is audible. They only have a few things, they don't have parents, they have no choice in food beyond what's given to them, they have to take medicine everyday, and they are so full of joy, and so ready to share it with us. How did we get so off track that we have so much and yet, so often no joy overflows to those around us? How did we get to the point where we give our kids so much and they aren't thankful or friendly? Being . . .

Make that 21 Mosquitoes.

. . . I don't remember what I was saying before the mosquito. The kids loved to be on the video too, so I'll put up some clips of that tomorrow too. (I'm really annoyed that I can't get youtube to work right now). You can't imagine how cute these kids are, but I'll put a few pictures of them up as well:








So tomorrow we are going to a museum and maybe a Bollywood movie. Tuesday we'll visit one more Hope Foundation project here and then we're off to Delhi on Wednesday! Hopefully I'll get videos up tomorrow.

Taking Snaps and Pushing Cars

So life definitely moves at a slower pace here. Today was our big start in volunteering and we were gone from the house approximately 3 hours (that includes 1 hour of harrowing driving experience). We showed up at the computer training center to be greeting with handmade flower necklaces and many smiling faces. Then we spent a couple hours trying to explain basic computer skills. We had no curriculum to work from so we just went at it. Brad was teaching typing skills, I was explaining how to set up and use an email account (on gmail), and Joe was explaining income statements in Microsoft Excel--which Brad and I find infinitely funny because it was so far advanced compared to what we were teaching. Joe rocks.

Teaching gmail was fun. Of the 8-10 guys I was teaching, only 1 had an email address or knew how it worked. (Technically the class I was in was the web browsing class) And the other teacher had an email. So I would show them something and the other teacher would translate/reexplain. That's not to say that no one spoke English, but the accents can be a challenging communication barrier. They find our accent as hard to understand as we find theirs. So communication looks something like this:

Brandon: How long have you been with the Hope Foundation?
Paneil: I know Ben. You know Ben?
Joe: No, how long have you been with Hope Foundation?
Paneil: Ben? You know Ben?
Brandon: No.


or

Joe: (as we pass a billboard with a pretty woman advertising fruit juice) She's a big movie star isn't she?
Paneil: No. Orange juice.

or

Brad: How long have these students been studying here?
Paneil: 2. There are 2 of us.

Now this works the other way around as well. The teacher in my class would speak to me so fast in English but I would only catch about one word in ten. Also, I never figured out his name--you can only ask so many times.

Teacher: How mumble mumble noise noise email mumble mumble know mumble mumble picture?
Brandon: (thinking rapidly) They want to know how to attach a picture?

I would then explain how to attach a picture, hoping that's what was asked. Joe also had trouble since Indians will shake their heads to say both yes and no, making closed ended questions quite exciting.

Overall, I think the biggest benefit is us explaining how important computer skills are in getting a good job. Tomorrow we are supposed to spend time teaching them about that rather than the how to of specific programs. And they also will get to keep the snaps (photos) they took of us.

So other than that we tried to go shopping and ran out of gas. Now over here, we get a lot of extra attention not being brown, so imagine how people on these crowded streets reacted when they saw Brad, Joe, and me pushing a car with an Indian driving. And not just a few feet. More like a few blocks. It was midday and we were sweating a lot and people were laughing and pointing and waving at us. It was great! I think Brad took a video of sorts so maybe he'll post it.

And tonight we saw Shrek 3--very Indian. :-) The other thing is that drving in India is a whole other experience. Brad and I have both tried video clips, but it is such a 360 degree experience. I mean, when the people driving past you are actually closer to you than the people sitting next to you--well, it's exciting. And lot's of honking. Joe was trying to count to three without hearing a car horn honking, unsuccessfully. And that was inside the house, not even driving! There are tons of small vehicles, no lane markings, and people on motorcycles, bicycles, and on foot are all over the streets. And most of all, the right-of-way is definitely taken, not given!

Here is one video clip I took today. I'd encourage you to search for India driving on youtube to see some more exciting footage.



Hopefully tomorrow will give us a better idea about a few things. We are starting to get a more definite plan for the coming weeks.

First Day in India or Brad and Joe get eaten by Mosquitos

Well the flights went fine. The stewardess (or stuartist as Leah likes to say) on our first flight somehow knew Brad and Joe were American but thought I was German. Thus she only spoke to me in German even though I never understood her and always responded in English. One time she woke me up and started talking at me, telling me to do something. I tried everything--moving my seat forward, lifting my tray table, etc. She only became more emphatic with her guttural grunts and throaty syllables and began making seat belt motions, which I didn't really understand since my seat belt was on. I finally figured out that she wanted to see that my belt was on since it was under a blanket, but she never figured out that I don't speak German. I think she was confused by my Nordic good looks--blond hair, blue eyes, impeccable fashion sense and all that.

But everything went smoothly. Joe is getting to experience what travelling with Brad is like. Which means that if we see an area that looks like it might be off limits, that's where Brad will go, with no sense of warning or preparing us :-). I think he belongs in India though because no one really seems to care where he goes here.

Vikram has been a very gracious host and is taking great care of us. In some ways everything seems so normal, in others so foreign. Here are a few pictures of the area where we are staying:

These trees with these orange-red flowers are spotted throughout the area and in full bloom. Vikram says they are called Flame of the Forest.


There are some beautiful houses around here. Each one is unique. I took pictures of these two when we went on a walk today.

We also went to this tower in a park nearby and took some pictures from the top.

(I totally didn't know what to do with my right arm in this picture. And I'd like to point out that Brad is wearing a fanny pack.)

One last story: I don't know if it's complete overkill, but after all our reading and doctor appointments and such, we are completely terrified of mosquito bites (theoretically they carry many dangerous diseases like Malaria and Dengue Fever, among others). So of course there are mosquitos all over the bathroom we use. Actually I think there are only two, but they work in tandem, one distracting while the other tries to get a quick bite. They have defied my every attempt to kill them. They are so FAST! So when they have hidden themselves after my initial attack, I have to try to pee. Now let me tell you something: you haven't lived until you have tried to pee while trying to fend off mosquito attacks from every direction. I mean, there I am, waving my arms all over to make them think twice about getting close to me (and you can't just wave in one area--mosquitos love both my ankles and my neck) and trying to pee a little between each ankle protecting swipe. It's both challenging and rewarding. But I haven't gotten one bite (even taking a shower in there) while Brad and Joe have both been bitten--on the ankles while in the bathroom. Maybe I should show (or just teach?) them my method . . .

So tomorrow we are heading out to see some of these non-profit sites where we want to help, so we'll acually get to see the city and such. Here's my last pic of the day:

Another blog option

If anyone is looking for a slightly less interesting and considerably lamer blog concerning this trip to India, you might try indiabrad.blogspot.com. But (thanks Robby) my blog is definitely bigger and better. And bigger.

Here is a recent picture of me and my beautiful family:

My first post

I feel so free, so powerful, so communicative, so UTD. I am a blogger. This is my attempt to communicate and record my India trip experiences. This coming Sunday I will be leaving for India where I will stay for a month with Brad and Joe.

They are both crazy.


I have read about all the diseases and am fairly certain I will contract at least one or two of them. I fully expect that I, as the most cautious of the three, will probably get the most sick. I think that's how my luck usually runs. :-) I plan to keep good records of Brad's radical mood swings and Joe's parrot comments and hard-of-hearing moments. But who knows, I may never post here again!

I guess I'm going on this trip in an attempt to get outside my current life and look at it from the outside--to gain perspective. I think it's going to be an amazing and challenging experience.