Sunday, September 13, 2009

Step 49 - Roadtrip




















Alas, my time to embark draws near. Reminiscent of ancient nomadic tribes, my backpack will stow aboard a trusty steed (or van) for my upcoming charitable trip. With the procurement of granola bars, books and a chess set smaller than most purses, my pack is laden with roadside entertainment.

In the activity whirlwind's eye tranquility and rest can abound. Taking my eyes off the task list and day planner, my gaze to rises above business to life's truly important matters. Time spent in meditation and prayer reminding myself of a brief phrase describing life's pivotal truth, "something is more important than time, money, and comfort"


Thursday, September 10, 2009

Stop 48 - Tyler, Texas (almost on the road again)

Preparing to take the show on the road. With pack on my back and hope in my heart, I am herding chaos (planning) for the upcoming adventures (Lubbock, Chicago, and Thailand). Since a video of my team's packing process may not be entertaining, below I placed a video link of our team's theatrical drama called The Clincher. Please refrain from leaping out of your chairs in shock, but I play the drama's dastardly villain (without a curly mustache)

With the small seeds of ragtag drama, we desire hope and freedom to be sprouted in the center of Thailand's Red Light District.

The Clincher

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rDPzXBhe1j4


Monday, August 31, 2009

Stop 47 - Tyler, Texas Chronicles

Pulling apart a house in a charitable manner. A friend's trailer needed to be moved without the added room. In response, a team of destructors (students) from our school answered the battle cry. After demolishing walls with sledge hammers and opening the roof with a saw, we were left with a lonely looking floor. As an engineer who loves shortcuts, tearing out individual boards was not appelaing. With precision brutishness, a large red truck and a manly looking chain pulled the floor directly from the trailer. Truck borne stunts were not for an automotive commercial, but to serve a friend in need.

Monday, August 24, 2009

Stop 47 - Tyler Texas Continued
















Training for culture spice! With an upcoming community service trip to Thailand, foreign culinary culture propels me to cuisine fitness. As part of the workout, turbo-charged meals include eating whole jalapeno peppers. (see picture) Food exertions assist fully adapting to and learning from thai culture and adding a layer of steal to my stomach.

What foreign cultures could you learn from?

Monday, August 17, 2009

Stop 47 - Tyler Texas

JRR Tolkien once quipped "out of the frying pan and into the fire." Such words describe my experience stepping outside of the classroom's heated philosophical debates and into the outdoor oven called East Texas summer. In order to facilitate shorter grass, campus ground staff inducted me into the Order of Orange Mowers. In lieu of a trusty horse, I gallop a manly orange (think Minutemaid) chopper of grass. Despite the heat, a riding mower provides an excellent throne to ponder life's questions, enjoy natural beauty, and bring grass to its knees.

Have you enjoyed the realm outside of your cubicle today?

Sunday, August 9, 2009

Stop 47 - Tyler, Texas (part deux)
















Efficiently cramming seven grown men into a dorm from various countries with ages leaping from 17 to 35 is not a description of a prison. In stark contrast to windows beautified with iron rods, my current dorm room feels liberating. When the walls of petty annoyance are torn down by brotherly love and service, tight quarters spark friendly antics. From waging wars on the cricket invasion to conquering the world on a chess board, bunk bed strewn rooms have become a blessing.

From my bunk bed experiences (see picture), I have learned that life can be grand when it is not about me

Tuesday, July 28, 2009

Stop 47 - Tyler, Texas

The ants have gone marching two by two in Texas. As I return to Tyler, Texas for nonprofit training, the local wildlife has celebrated my return. Fire ants appear to be the state's guardian insect gone awry. Sitting or standing on the sandy grass for longer than a short television advertisement has resulted in my legs growing ant borne red polka dots.

Although nuclear war could eliminate the attention craving insect, a valuable lessons could be learned outside the local ranch's classroom. Although the insect sting brings pain, certain wonders of life have value that transcends pain. Even when nursing insectly nibbles, showing love to another person is far more important than my current internal feelings.