Today was the day…the day that dreams are made of. The day that I’ve held in my heart since I was a child. The day that we meet our son. WOW! We all met in the restaurant, upstairs, and ate breakfast (they do make fabulous omelets). The conversation was light, the nerves and emotions were on the surface of all of us.
Here comes Woudneh, ready to take us on our trip. The Monks’ left with their trusted driver. They had anticipated spending the night in Nazret, where their boys are, but due to some unforeseen issues, they were not able to spend the night, but they did stay all day long and enjoy the company of those sweet boys. Yonas, our rockstar driver, loaded the rest of us up, and off we went. He spoke very little English, but he has such kind eyes and a sweet sweet smile. He was an excellent driver!
Remain Calm in Traffic
We all tried to remain calm, not knowing how long our trip would be. We tried to take pictures of what we saw and video, but we were all so uncertain of this crazy traffic, that it was quite mesmerizing. 2 lane roads turned into 3 or 4 lane roads…I could touch the people in the vehicles next to me. The cheap gas, that was used, caused a lot of exhaust, and the fumes made for very dry lips, mouth, and lungs…we were all coughing and snotting throughout this whole trip.
The people lying in the median of the street….homeless…barely clothed…no food…no shelter. It was humbling beyond belief. If we stopped, for some reason, women with babies, children, and the elderly would come up to the window begging for food or money. We weren’t allowed to give them anything due to the strict laws forbidding it. It was almost more than I could bear, having to turn them away. At one point, not sure what day it was, I was looking out one side of the van, only to not notice this 8 yr. old boy, his mom, and her baby standing outside of my window…politely waiting.
I turned and their appearance surprised me and I let out a bit of a squeal. It scared them and me 🙂 I quickly apologized for frightening them, they were laughing at the mishap. Sadly, I couldn’t let them go without food. There I was, picturing Boo looking to someone else for food and my heart was captured. Quickly, I gave them crackers, all I had, and before I knew it there was a flood of beggars surrounding the van. It was so sad. I just wanted to bring them all home and feed them all.
This is my journey of faith, adoption, cooking, and living life to the fullest. It also documents our journey with our son who was diagnosed with Opsoclonus Myoclonus Syndrome. Welcome to my corner of the world.
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