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Quess what? I've got another grande reason why I haven't been here lately. This past weekend, besides being my birthday (loved the topic guys, you make me feel so proud), included my fourth trip to the lovely nation about 4 hours away.
Though we went to the same ministry in Nuevo Laredo, it was quite different from last time. Instead of performing dramas at ministry sites, it was entirely Christmas-gift oriented. We brought presents and toys to all the underpriviliged children, and beans, rice, and vegetables to all the underpriviliged adults.
It was a perfect time to get some perspective, what with this season being International Stress and Selfishness Month.
Seriously, Christmas is supposed to be a birthday party ("Christ-Mass" (mass=birth) ) and cultural society has done absolutely everything to make it not so. Can you imagine having a birthday party and when everyone shows up, the don't give you a present, but presents to all the other guests? And the only reason the vast majority even bother celebrating your birthday is so they can get their own whims and fancies met? And they're so stressed out in the month prior to the point they seriously ponder why they bother with it at all? Not to mention the fact that all the party members are your own kids, and barely any of them give a care you're even there? Everybody instead is enamored by some fat guy with pet reindeer who doesn't even exist in the slight, making him the star and hero instead of you?
So I remembered how selfish this individual Stephen Luke Gregoire happens to be. And how the prospect of getting a Wii overtook all my focus. I can live without ever touching a Wii again. There. I said it. Gasp. What I can't live with is the one the whole party's about anyway. And being able to touch the lives of crowds of little kids reminded me what the Christmas Hero did to a far greater extent.
I was also fortunate to spend my birthday there yesterday morning. They brought out a Krispy Kreme doughnut with a candle on it while we were eating breakfast and I made a wish. But then Oliver shouted "mordita" and slammed the doughnut in my face, which the interns and students afterwards protested wasn't even the way to do a mordita. After we got home at about 8:30 last night, a couple of the adults who dropped me off came to say hi to my mom, and when I turned around, everyone on my trip was there and shouted surprise! But I protested it didn't count as a surprise party because mostly everyone else had no clue as well. A humerous get-together ensued.
Oh yeah, and when we had some free time we played Mafia, the best game there is. Hands down. It even beats Spoons and Apples to Apples. I'll asplain it some blogtry later.
In conlcusion, I could be driving right now. Alone. Legally. Ah well. Life goes on, a license can wait.
(o)
Though we went to the same ministry in Nuevo Laredo, it was quite different from last time. Instead of performing dramas at ministry sites, it was entirely Christmas-gift oriented. We brought presents and toys to all the underpriviliged children, and beans, rice, and vegetables to all the underpriviliged adults.
It was a perfect time to get some perspective, what with this season being International Stress and Selfishness Month.
Seriously, Christmas is supposed to be a birthday party ("Christ-Mass" (mass=birth) ) and cultural society has done absolutely everything to make it not so. Can you imagine having a birthday party and when everyone shows up, the don't give you a present, but presents to all the other guests? And the only reason the vast majority even bother celebrating your birthday is so they can get their own whims and fancies met? And they're so stressed out in the month prior to the point they seriously ponder why they bother with it at all? Not to mention the fact that all the party members are your own kids, and barely any of them give a care you're even there? Everybody instead is enamored by some fat guy with pet reindeer who doesn't even exist in the slight, making him the star and hero instead of you?
So I remembered how selfish this individual Stephen Luke Gregoire happens to be. And how the prospect of getting a Wii overtook all my focus. I can live without ever touching a Wii again. There. I said it. Gasp. What I can't live with is the one the whole party's about anyway. And being able to touch the lives of crowds of little kids reminded me what the Christmas Hero did to a far greater extent.
I was also fortunate to spend my birthday there yesterday morning. They brought out a Krispy Kreme doughnut with a candle on it while we were eating breakfast and I made a wish. But then Oliver shouted "mordita" and slammed the doughnut in my face, which the interns and students afterwards protested wasn't even the way to do a mordita. After we got home at about 8:30 last night, a couple of the adults who dropped me off came to say hi to my mom, and when I turned around, everyone on my trip was there and shouted surprise! But I protested it didn't count as a surprise party because mostly everyone else had no clue as well. A humerous get-together ensued.
Oh yeah, and when we had some free time we played Mafia, the best game there is. Hands down. It even beats Spoons and Apples to Apples. I'll asplain it some blogtry later.
In conlcusion, I could be driving right now. Alone. Legally. Ah well. Life goes on, a license can wait.
(o)
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