Never Ford the River

In Oregon Trail you never forded the river unless you absolutely had to. Many an Oregon Trail joke has been made this summer, let alone this week. Earlier this summer I went Buffalo Hunting. I suppose wandering has just made me feel like I am on the open trail. Except with less dysentery and no snake bites thus far. It is amazing who gets my OT references and who does not. If I have to explain it to you then may you should just ask The Great Google, ha ha ha.

So what happened today on my version of the Oregon Trail? Or what fantastic things did I learn? I had my Chi recentered, which was interesting. We also accomplished a large portion of assessments and knocked out large areas of the grid. I left myself with a more manageable goal for today, to just accomplish door to door assessments. We have settled on a collaboration between the Southern Baptists Chainsaw Crews, Americorp, and TR. Americorp is manning the phones, TR will perform assessments, and SB will do the cutting. The SB has a pretty large number of chainsaw trained people. They have also been doing this for a number of years. We will reach that stage in the coming years. It is a great partnership that has left us ready to pull out tomorrow. The Southern Baptists have local crews who plan to continue working the assessments we have already received. Tomorrow morning the rest of us are pulling up stakes. I always find it comforting when different non-governmental organizations can work together as a team.

As we draw to an end on this short lived operation I am not sure what is in store for me next. I honestly was excited to hit the open road on my own, but now I don’t know where to go. It hurts my heart a little, wondering what the next stop in the road is for me. Without an operation, or a job, or an apartment to call my own… what do I do now?

You thought I had this all figured out, didn’t you? It’s been so peachy keen thus far, because I have just been following the storms. Now is the real challenge. Now I will really start figuring out who I am. And you know what… I’ll figure it out tomorrow. Goodnight!

Signing off from Independence, MO

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