Choices

While I sit in the library I get a lot of time to do my homework. I also get a lot of time to muse about pointless topics.
Today I had one such musing. In life there are many choices to be made. Some are bigger than others, but we all make way more choices every day than we credit ourselves.

One of these choices is the name we use to call that little plastic device we stick into computers to save data.

Is it a:
Thumbdrive
a Flash drive
a USB drive, or a
Memory stick?

There are also different preferences to the way we staple documents.

We've got the:
Bangers- those who put their whole force into slapping that darn stapler to seal the deal.
Holders- the people who feel they have more control if they hold the stapler to their paper.
Pacifiers- the more tranquil population of this world who believe a gentle use of compressive force can attach two pieces of paper together.

We must all make choices. The words we use and the actions we take all make a statement about who we are. I know this isn't important stuff, but I had to get it out.

Thank you.

Uganda

Ok, I broke my promise. I didn't write about Uganda on the 17th of September. Instead, I let homework, or whatever got in the way to distract me. Do you see now why I don't make promises?

And this is the very thing I learned in Uganda. Putting the most important things first. We had very loose instructions for each day on our trip. We were told at 4am we would get on the bus to begin our journey to Kapchorwa, or something like that, which was usually a time we were required to keep, but then afterwards the time was ours. Yes, we were told to be on the bus by such and such time, but honestly... TIA (This is Africa) counted more than our watches or clocks did.

I think the point I'm trying to make is that time became a less important issue, because if it took us away from having fellowship with one another, or building a deeper relationship with a person, then we were to ignore the time. My argument is that I think 3 weeks into getting back and having to go back to school and such that I forgot how to put more important things first. Ok, writing in a blog might be less important than doing homework that's required for the next day, but fundamentally, it's more important for me to remember and share with others my trip to Uganda, rather than think only about a homework deadline. 5 minutes away from my homework time would have been a fine investment in my time. Because now, almost 2 months later, I find myself very blurry on the details of the trip and it's going to take me three times as long to update my blog.

Having said that, I wrote an e-mail to my friends and former coworkers about the trip, and I decided to include it in here, because it might better illustrate my feelings about this trip. Here it is:

Hello!
> I'm back from Uganda and I had a fantastic time.
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> The trip was only 2 weeks, but when I stepped back in LA it felt like I'd been away for a month. We saw most of Uganda, except for the north where fighting is going on between the government and the Lord's Resistance Army. Along the way we visited many churches, and each time we stopped we were greeted by the Sunday School children of that congregation. They'd sing us songs, and the women in the church always had food for us to eat.
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> The food was good, except it got mundane eating the same plate of matooke (boiled and smooshed plantains), chepat (deep fried tortilla), rice, and pineapple. In any case, they were always very generous, so we had to be grateful.
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> In addition to seeing churches, we visited many widows and sang for them, bringing them a little happiness into their lives, and they in turn fed us and showed us around their homes. It's a high honor for a person to be visited by a "mzungu" (which means "white person"). The people in the refugee camp were also happy to see us, and it was really heartbreaking to see what kinds of conditions they live in. The kids who live there are usually orphans. When we visited, all the kids grabbed the hands of everyone in our team and walked with us while we looked around the camp. This little girl named Sheila held on to a deflated balloon we gave her with one hand, and held so tightly on to me with the other. She trusted me so much, and wouldn't let go of my hand even though she had no idea who I was.
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> At the end of our trip, we took some time off to go on a safari, and concluded with a big meeting at the Lugazi University near Kampala where we had church with 700 youth from around Uganda. We taught them team-building games (which I think they didn't get the concept of) and ate more matooke. By the end of the trip everyone had been sick at least once from the food/water, and I was ready to have a good old-fashioned American meal.
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> I couldn't possibly distill the trip and what it meant to me in one e-mail. I can tell you the things I did there, but what really touched me was what I learned from them. These people don't have much in the world, but they can still sing and dance and praise God. It was quite eye-opening. Since I got back, I've found I'm not complaining about things as much anymore.

Actually, I don't even know if that e-mail did the trip justice. Words are such a mystery. If you put them in the right order, they'll express your thoughts quite accurately, but if you don't...

Can a trip like this be described in words?

All I know is that I pray every day to keep Uganda living inside of me. I've started teaching the Sunday School the "Touch me Jesus" song (which Trent doesn't like), and I've been e-mailing four individuals from Uganda that I met. Also, I wear the wristband every day to be a constant reminder, and I actually found myself humming the choo choo choo choo song all the way to school on Tuesday. Anyway, the following is the first e-mail I received as I got back. This is from a girl named Babra. She wrote to me:

How is your life? How is your family? Ithank God that we are all fine,How is the pillar youth , just pray for me because am going to school okey greetings toall your friends God bless you.

And here's another one from a woman named Christine who has two young children and no husband to support her. We talked a lot while we were in Kampala:

Hallo friend,How r u doing, hope good.Howz everyone at home,mum,dad,ur 2 sisters and scott? pse send them ma best regards and tell them dat i luv en miss them in Jesus` name.Tell me how about da journey was, this way,Edith is now 3 en half momths with 7.4kgs but she's having flue and cough.For andrew, he's doing well en 2day he has made 2yrs en one month. I hope u still rem how am standing on ground,nothing has changed yet, but i still have the hope of getting someone 2 give me ahand either from u, scott en ur family as u had promised.Phiona, time is against me but i had much to write. I always praise u, miss u en luv u soooooooooo much.God bless u all