So I began to felt ill as I got into the car as I left for the airport. I wasn't sure why, could it be I forgot something important? Was it the power of attorney I needed to get signed at the police station before getting to the airport, or was it making sure I wasn't over the weight limit on two bags that were undoubtably the largest I have ever checked (with of course not a single item of which I wanted to part with). No, I think it was the realization that this had all worked out, I was on my way to do a job that I had dreamed of and that God had so clearly worked out. And that I had no job at the moment and no ticket back to the US anytime soon. But then I asked my Dad if I was crazy, after I made him turn off talk radio, and he reminded me no, I hadn't done anything I couldn't undo, and I had only been talking about this for a very long time. So it helps to have someone in the car with you on your way to big life change, in case you forget for a moment who you are and what you were made to do.
One bag was overweight, but a quick change of items between bags and we were off in the Fast Track check-in line.
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I understand how this feels. Good luck.
You are not crazy! Do you remember the message from Gary Haugen in October? You are stepping onto the mountain Betsy! I'm in the visitor's center wishing I could join you. So excited!
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