Hilarious if it was not God's kids involved
To all the teenager moms, I love you. This week has been one of those which brings tears to your eyes while you are smiling.....
It started on Tuesday with a truck load of beautiful things coming through from friends in NZ.... I mean a huge moving truck which could not get up our road.... Including a treadle sewing machine. I cried at the thoughtfulness of my special friend Lynsday with help from Robin and Rachel. We have toys, blankets,sheets,etc. we have so many gardening tools. On Wednesday the new septic tank arrived, so we spend two days burying it. Friday afternoon, when we received word that the little 10 year old had died from AIDS. Quickly we sent two boys, Bilay with our teacher Richard to buy the coffin and start the funeral procedures. It was to be the normal mixed funeral involving the Buddhist monks and Christians together.
Then my guests from Bangkok (31 USA teachers and students) arrived late afternoon, just as it started to rain. We assigned children to guests, and they got to know each other over dinner, through worship and into the evening of song, manicure and talk. Some of the senior students from EIS (Bangkok) and Bamboo School went with me to the worship at the little girl's village of See-moo-con. We got to bed sometime after midnight.
The next morning was full of food, worship, talk and then the decision of who was to preach. Momo and Markie (EIS) got the blessing, so we preached about outward appearances verses inner beauty from God, and how he sees us.... says she who had frizzy hair, wrinkled skin and clothes, as well as pale waxy skin from lack of sleep.... Praise God. The afternoon program included a slid downhill to no man's land shacks, where we did a health check up, and gave away donated clothing. By the time we got back to the vans, we looked like we had had a mud wrestling fight in the jungle... Sabbath!! The guests got into their vans, sitting on plastic bags to keep the seats clean, and a tearful farewell was said.
Then entered the devil.... as we said farewell, I slid into the car looking forward to a bath.... and the key jammed in locked position in the ignition. The windows could not go up, the radio would not turn on, the rain came down and there we sat!! Muwai, bless his wet socks, tramped off into the mist to get help. About 25 minutes later he appeared with a motorbike mechanic on the back of his fathers bike.... the man had been drinking a little more than water. Muwai took a couple of the girls home, and Kum appeared looking for us.... he took a bellowing hungry Zac with Na home ward.... the mechanic proceeded to dig mantle the car dash board..... 4 hours later, 300 pieces laid on the floor, and the key was still jammed. Muwai took him away as I was going puice with telling him "Its not the steering wheel/the radio/the handbrake/the anything but its the IGNITION." In the pouring rain, we sang to the frogs, told funny stories, shivered from hunger and wet. Muwai arrived back with his uncle. It took him 10 minutes to reassemble the car. He then poured oil into the key shaft. We sang one last song to the frogs, Emma made promises to the local piglet, in oink language, and we prayed. The car roared into life with a twist of the fingers. We were home , bathed and changed by 9.45pm. Off to See-moo-con again. Worship, prayer, holding the family together..... Lukai stayed there the whole time, helping, cooking, playing the guitar and being God's stronghold. I collapsed into bed at 1am. Sunday was a national holiday at Bamboo School.... no work, only play allowed. I slept some of the morning. A late lunch.....bliss..... Shattered
I noticed Dong (our 17 year old boy) staring into space, breathing quickly... distressed. When I spoke, he did not respond..... blood pressure was 144/113, pulse rate slow, brain in rest mode..... I interrogated the boys, and only when I yelled they responded .... he had been eating "the forbidden fruit" - a local narcotic seed pod from a small shrub found many places around the village. initially euphoria and halliclations, before affecting the heart, vision and body functioning. He had eaten about 10 seed pods just before noon as he felt inadequate in speaking to the guests the day before, so he says now!
We manhandled him into the backseat of the car. With body guards of Wittya, Kum we made a rush trip to sai Yok hospital. By then he was crazy, chasing imagary spiders down nurse uniforms, fighting demons, and not able to recognize anyone but me..... I had my face in his, four nurses and a doctor holding him down while we injected sedatives into him. He was sleeping, restlessly by the time his aunt arrived with Muwai, dripping from the rain storm they had to come through to get there. Thus Muwai, Wittya and I left him with his aunt in bed 5, at the hospital and returned ready for evening classes.
We arranged the teaching classes, and proceeded to the funeral continuous at See moo con. With the thought of an early night, we quickly went home via sai Yok hospital to check Dong's progress.... To our surprise, we were greeted at the hospital by the Pastor and teacher Richard...... "Quickly Momo, Canagee is the same as Dong!". She had watched Dong, thought it looked fun, so she went to the Pastor saying Momo needed a seed pod.... (I had already gone with Dong and a sample). He gave one to her, which she promptly took back to the dorm, to share with the little girls. Fortunately two mature girls stopped them from swallowing the seeds, rinsed out their mouths and made them clean their teeth.
Hence I spent the night with 2 raving lunatic kids, entertaining the rest of the hospital... a regular little cleaner was I. Canagee had to swallow charcoal solution... but once she got a mouthful, she blew raspberries at me, up the walls, over the bedding and in my face. Dong stole apples from the bed next to him, throwing at Canagee, but splattering them over the cabinet: While I was cleaning up the mess, he was up and off, discarding his clothing as he went.... dancing naked in the corridor while shouting "Pretty girls" (his English accent was a perfect mimic of Richard's). I got him back to bed by dancing with him, and into his clothes. He was still loud, it was after 11pm, so I did unto him as I would with Zac... "Shshsh" with my finger to my lips. He copied as best as he could, "Pisssh" with his finger to his cheek; Canagee copied as she could, her finger up her left nostril, "Shitsh". The nursing staff took pity on this blackened exhausted missionary, and sedated Canagee into sleep, snoring loudly through her gaping black mouth.
However Dong's heart was still erratic, blood pressure below normal, so they did not sedate him.... he chased butterflies all over the ward, inspected the other patients closely (1 inch away) and tried to urinate in the nurses station. His aunt tried to turn herself into a human straight jacket, pinning him down by clutching the sides of the bed. It worked for 10 minutes. But she is a little bitty thing, so when Dong felt her relax he sat blot upright.... flinging her across the floor. At this, the nurses came forth with some strapping for us to tie his arms and legs to the bed. It was 3 am. We just looked at each other. The show was over.
The next morning the kids woke up, blind! Now 3 days later they have partial sight, but cannot focus on any written word. They seem to have about 90% of the brains intact, but have no memory of the Sunday events.
Yesterday we buried the little girl, and I cried like she was my own. Am I still sane? No, I want some forbidden fruit so I can sleep two days and chase butterflies in my dreams.
It started on Tuesday with a truck load of beautiful things coming through from friends in NZ.... I mean a huge moving truck which could not get up our road.... Including a treadle sewing machine. I cried at the thoughtfulness of my special friend Lynsday with help from Robin and Rachel. We have toys, blankets,sheets,etc. we have so many gardening tools. On Wednesday the new septic tank arrived, so we spend two days burying it. Friday afternoon, when we received word that the little 10 year old had died from AIDS. Quickly we sent two boys, Bilay with our teacher Richard to buy the coffin and start the funeral procedures. It was to be the normal mixed funeral involving the Buddhist monks and Christians together.
Then my guests from Bangkok (31 USA teachers and students) arrived late afternoon, just as it started to rain. We assigned children to guests, and they got to know each other over dinner, through worship and into the evening of song, manicure and talk. Some of the senior students from EIS (Bangkok) and Bamboo School went with me to the worship at the little girl's village of See-moo-con. We got to bed sometime after midnight.
The next morning was full of food, worship, talk and then the decision of who was to preach. Momo and Markie (EIS) got the blessing, so we preached about outward appearances verses inner beauty from God, and how he sees us.... says she who had frizzy hair, wrinkled skin and clothes, as well as pale waxy skin from lack of sleep.... Praise God. The afternoon program included a slid downhill to no man's land shacks, where we did a health check up, and gave away donated clothing. By the time we got back to the vans, we looked like we had had a mud wrestling fight in the jungle... Sabbath!! The guests got into their vans, sitting on plastic bags to keep the seats clean, and a tearful farewell was said.
Then entered the devil.... as we said farewell, I slid into the car looking forward to a bath.... and the key jammed in locked position in the ignition. The windows could not go up, the radio would not turn on, the rain came down and there we sat!! Muwai, bless his wet socks, tramped off into the mist to get help. About 25 minutes later he appeared with a motorbike mechanic on the back of his fathers bike.... the man had been drinking a little more than water. Muwai took a couple of the girls home, and Kum appeared looking for us.... he took a bellowing hungry Zac with Na home ward.... the mechanic proceeded to dig mantle the car dash board..... 4 hours later, 300 pieces laid on the floor, and the key was still jammed. Muwai took him away as I was going puice with telling him "Its not the steering wheel/the radio/the handbrake/the anything but its the IGNITION." In the pouring rain, we sang to the frogs, told funny stories, shivered from hunger and wet. Muwai arrived back with his uncle. It took him 10 minutes to reassemble the car. He then poured oil into the key shaft. We sang one last song to the frogs, Emma made promises to the local piglet, in oink language, and we prayed. The car roared into life with a twist of the fingers. We were home , bathed and changed by 9.45pm. Off to See-moo-con again. Worship, prayer, holding the family together..... Lukai stayed there the whole time, helping, cooking, playing the guitar and being God's stronghold. I collapsed into bed at 1am. Sunday was a national holiday at Bamboo School.... no work, only play allowed. I slept some of the morning. A late lunch.....bliss..... Shattered
I noticed Dong (our 17 year old boy) staring into space, breathing quickly... distressed. When I spoke, he did not respond..... blood pressure was 144/113, pulse rate slow, brain in rest mode..... I interrogated the boys, and only when I yelled they responded .... he had been eating "the forbidden fruit" - a local narcotic seed pod from a small shrub found many places around the village. initially euphoria and halliclations, before affecting the heart, vision and body functioning. He had eaten about 10 seed pods just before noon as he felt inadequate in speaking to the guests the day before, so he says now!
We manhandled him into the backseat of the car. With body guards of Wittya, Kum we made a rush trip to sai Yok hospital. By then he was crazy, chasing imagary spiders down nurse uniforms, fighting demons, and not able to recognize anyone but me..... I had my face in his, four nurses and a doctor holding him down while we injected sedatives into him. He was sleeping, restlessly by the time his aunt arrived with Muwai, dripping from the rain storm they had to come through to get there. Thus Muwai, Wittya and I left him with his aunt in bed 5, at the hospital and returned ready for evening classes.
We arranged the teaching classes, and proceeded to the funeral continuous at See moo con. With the thought of an early night, we quickly went home via sai Yok hospital to check Dong's progress.... To our surprise, we were greeted at the hospital by the Pastor and teacher Richard...... "Quickly Momo, Canagee is the same as Dong!". She had watched Dong, thought it looked fun, so she went to the Pastor saying Momo needed a seed pod.... (I had already gone with Dong and a sample). He gave one to her, which she promptly took back to the dorm, to share with the little girls. Fortunately two mature girls stopped them from swallowing the seeds, rinsed out their mouths and made them clean their teeth.
Hence I spent the night with 2 raving lunatic kids, entertaining the rest of the hospital... a regular little cleaner was I. Canagee had to swallow charcoal solution... but once she got a mouthful, she blew raspberries at me, up the walls, over the bedding and in my face. Dong stole apples from the bed next to him, throwing at Canagee, but splattering them over the cabinet: While I was cleaning up the mess, he was up and off, discarding his clothing as he went.... dancing naked in the corridor while shouting "Pretty girls" (his English accent was a perfect mimic of Richard's). I got him back to bed by dancing with him, and into his clothes. He was still loud, it was after 11pm, so I did unto him as I would with Zac... "Shshsh" with my finger to my lips. He copied as best as he could, "Pisssh" with his finger to his cheek; Canagee copied as she could, her finger up her left nostril, "Shitsh". The nursing staff took pity on this blackened exhausted missionary, and sedated Canagee into sleep, snoring loudly through her gaping black mouth.
However Dong's heart was still erratic, blood pressure below normal, so they did not sedate him.... he chased butterflies all over the ward, inspected the other patients closely (1 inch away) and tried to urinate in the nurses station. His aunt tried to turn herself into a human straight jacket, pinning him down by clutching the sides of the bed. It worked for 10 minutes. But she is a little bitty thing, so when Dong felt her relax he sat blot upright.... flinging her across the floor. At this, the nurses came forth with some strapping for us to tie his arms and legs to the bed. It was 3 am. We just looked at each other. The show was over.
The next morning the kids woke up, blind! Now 3 days later they have partial sight, but cannot focus on any written word. They seem to have about 90% of the brains intact, but have no memory of the Sunday events.
Yesterday we buried the little girl, and I cried like she was my own. Am I still sane? No, I want some forbidden fruit so I can sleep two days and chase butterflies in my dreams.
