The sky lit up and the clouds roared and grumbled.
After high school I wanted to leave. Growing up I remember Heidi telling me she couldn't wait to leave Eglon, and I didn't understand. It had been the only home I had known. But by the time I was 18, it no longer felt like home. I now understood her wanting to flee. I just... Continue Reading →
https://youtu.be/-xVoijt1Kqg Today is Ground Zero.
It's morning in the Puget Sound and I'm 8 years old. I was a student at Wolfe Elementary School. A Wolfle Wolf. My dad was a well driller, my mom was working for the school district and attending college seeking a degree. My parents didn't want me to be home alone-normally my older brother was... Continue Reading →
I left to join the M/V Anastasis on October 2, 1998. I was 20 years old, and I was petrified. The week before I left for the ship I went on a walk along those Eglon roads, those T-boned crossroads I grew up on. I walked to the beach. I always went to the beach,... Continue Reading →
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XVU1iGPP3aI Watch with caution It was years before I met Africa, that I understood a glimpse of some of the atrocities taking place there. Dorris was a missionary, she and her husband Anthony Sakor had devoted their lives to missionary work. They had met in an orphanage in West Africa as children, and I would... Continue Reading →
You know when you feel it bubbling under the surface. You realize you are important but you can’t remember why- ? I’ve been dry heaving optimism - But then I start crying. Not so strong - kinda weak. I feel very weak.
I was twenty- it was 1998 when I sailed the Atlantic with the M/V Anastasis. I never talked about it. I had shame- I didn’t tell my mom what happened there until two years ago. Twenty two years later- and I only mentioned it- I didn’t talk about it. I only had the courage to... Continue Reading →