The Hills Are Alive

Wow...Today was crazy. But before I start on that I just wanted to say that I will get around to talking about this weekend and yesterday...later. Today however, I will talk about now. Jack was sick yesterday and still had a fever this morning, so he stayed home. my dad had taken a visiting group from the states out to Morija and stayed there over night, so I had to help get the kids ready for school...I think they helped more than I did. Andrew cooked ham and cheese eggs and Alifa cooked the sausages. Basically I crawled out of bed and made it to the table silver (they race to the table). And helped serve breakfast and pour drinks... after I woke up a little otherwise there may have been some wet laps! Mom took AndAlZack to school and Jack and I started a movie. Just after mom got back Tim called and said that Traig was going to set up a satellite at the hanger to try and see what went wrong with one out in the field, and he needed some help. Mom and I stopped by Pep (the Lesotho version of wal-mart) to pick out some work shoes because my Batas are finished as it is and I'm going to be in or around snow up in the southern Mountains of Lesotho. Then she dropped me at the hanger. I helped Joe on another inspection while George, another Mosotho/American volunteer, helped Traig on the satellite until lunch. After lunch we finished the satellite setup and George and I helped out around the hanger. I have to go to sleep now, because I need to be up at 6. It is very late ... at 9:20pm! Hahaha...yup. I get back on Thursday afternoon and will have a tale to tell then...and I wont forget about this past weekend either.

What I will be doing this Saturday!!!!

I get to watch SA vs Wales in Bloemfontein on saturday.... tomorrow!!!!

Something Powerful

I found this when I was bored and googled my sister's name.

But for the grace of God, that could be any of us.
-My mom

I thought of some of the people my friend Morgan is working with in florida this summer. These people need our love and need to understand that they are loved, and lovable. That the are significant, but more than that they are pursued, and loved more than they, or we, could ever imagine by the creator of everything!

It is a powerful video that you can find at this link, or by clicking on the picture below:

http://link.brightcove.com/services/link/bcpid1321280105/bctid1326153170







Morgan's blog is very thought provoking. It is at http://redrainbootsgreengrass.blogspot.com/

Under or in a Plane

Today I woke up at the crack of dawn again and after breakfast and the dropping of the kids, Dad dropped me off at the hanger to spend the day there. I was first put to work scraping silicone off the bottom of Mike Hotel, it sealed the compartment that fits on the bottom of the plane. It seemed like I got lots of menial jobs, but I was happy doing them. They are taking their time doing things so that they (the pilots and the mechanics) can teach me, and I am extremely grateful for that. Especially Joe, he is the head Sotho mechanic, and is waiting on his pilots license to come through. He has taken me under his wing so to speak and has been a blessing. Today we worked to the sounds of an eighties mix that someone had in the CD player. Everyone sang along as they walked through the hanger...even if they didn't know the words. I've found that I really enjoy working there, even if they have me scrubbing the oil stains off the bottom of the plane... I was having fun... I helped put in the spark plugs and battery and the cowling and lots of other little things, but I was having fun, and wanted to find other things to do. I wanted to share some pictures. They were supposed to show up in a slide show up at the top, and may yet...

(Joe with his hand stuck in Mike Hotel)

(the sign on the main road outside the airstrip)

(Tim leaving for Bobete)

(The Hanger - home to the LFDS and MAF)

Boxes and boxes of needles and knives!

Well today was a busy day. It started nice and slow... which was good, because I didn't fall asleep til around 11:45. I woke up several times as Andrew was getting ready for school. He obviously hasn't shared his room recently (we are in bunk beds, and I got the top bunk!). I got a few more hours of sleep until mom and one of her Australian friends sat down for tea... not in Andrews room mind you, but in the dining room right next to it. I heard the power go off when their tea kettle stopped boiling... anyhow I eventually got up and dressed. I had a naartjie (or a tangerine) for breakfast and sat with my mom and her friend til I really woke up and then I called the hanger and asked if they had anything for me to do, but nobody was around, so I left a message with the secretary and lay down on the couch to read. My mom came in and asked if I wanted to go run errands with her in Maseru. We walked around finding things here and there and meeting people I didn't remember, but knew me quite well when I was "this big". We went to see Me Mavis, a lady that runs an orphan care center in Maseru that Katie came from. Her place had changed ALOT since I had last been there (somewhere around 2002 maybe). Eventually we had to go pick up the little boys, and the hanger had called my dad. My mom and I went by the hanger (it was close to Me Mavis' place) and talked to Tim. He said there was a container to unpack for Partners In Health. I asked them if I could go for lunch and they asked me to pick up some chicken and chips and cokes for them. We went by and picked up the little boys and ate lunch. I've got to go to bed, I'll finish this in the morning... well It's afternoon now... and I'm still sleepy. Yesterday I went after lunch I went to hungry lion to get chicken and chips while my mom went to pick up Andrew. She picked me a little later and we went back to the hanger. I just helped unload a 20ft container of medical supplies and distributed them into boxes going to the six PIH health centers. and then separated them into emergency boxes and other and lumbar puncture trays. We then packed them into a MAF 40 ft container. I got an invitation from Traig Friedrich, one of the pilots to do an overnight trip to Lebokong to install a satellite next week! I worked in the containers with Dr. Sean and Me Mampho until 5 or so and then got a lift home. Then din din and bed... as always

Something to think about

I was watching a bit of TV today and this ad came on that talked about our greatest fear, and in several parts I felt they should mention God, but they didn't. I later found the original online and felt like I should share it.

Our Greatest Fear

Marianne Williamson from her book "A Return to Love"

Our greatest fear is not that we are inadequate,
but that we are powerful beyond measure.

It is our light, not our darkness, that frightens us.
We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant,
gorgeous, handsome, talented and fabulous?

Actually, who are you not to be?
You are a child of God.

Your playing small does not serve the world.
There is nothing enlightened about shrinking
so that other people won't feel insecure around you.

We were born to make manifest the glory of God within us.
It is not just in some; it is in everyone.

And, as we let our own light shine, we consciously give
other people permission to do the same.
As we are liberated from our fear,
our presence automatically liberates others.

In The Hanger

Today was incredible! It was long, but worth every minute. I woke up at 7:00 and got dressed and to the table (half asleep). My dad and I dropped off the three little kids at their schools (their schools start at 7:55) and he took me to the old airport. Traffic was crazy, there were three lanes of minibus taxis turning into one lane of traffic, and they all wanted to be first. We were three minibuses across at one point in time.

(similar to this)

When we finally arrived at the airport we parked and walked around to the front of the hanger. I saw Tim Vannell, whom I had met in December when I was here, walking from one of the planes to the hanger. He was on duty, he and another pilot were making several flights in and out all day long. They have five planes, one was getting an engine overhaul, one was getting a 500 hour check up, and the others were running all day. I met Brad Westom, my dad had pointed him out to me at church on yesterday. He introduced me to Mike Shutts and Bob Dontje that I would be helping out. Mike is the head mechanic and the first order of business was to get a propeller onto a venture to take it for painting. I helped Bob move a pallet under the chain wench in the hanger to put an old engine on, they had just replaced an engine in one of the Cessna 206s, and we wheeled the old engine over to the wench and eventually got it off its post and onto the pallet. Our hands were covered in oil. I helped install several air hoses and some odd jobs around the hanger. I didn't have any lunch because I didn't know how long I would be there. But that was ok because in the afternoon Bob and I did a full inspection of one of the planes that called Mike Hotel, because is number is 7P-CMH. We had to wait around for quite a while because the power was off, and some of the tests for the plane's inspection needed electricity. Bob tried to get Brad to let us take Mike Hotel out to warm it up for it's inspection and just as we were getting ready Brad came and said that we needed to take a corpse to Nohana. I was picturing a body laying next to me strapped in while Brad and Bob flew. It turned out the corpse was a very small child in a coffin and he fit in the compartment under the plane, and I sat next to his father who was very much alive. We packed two bags of charcoal and a bag of wood in the tail of the plane. I learned earlier about the weight calculations and fuel calculations, so everyone had to be weighed. I got an extra headset so I could listen in and talk to the pilots while we flew. It was amazing. We said a prayer before leaving, and I watched excitedly as the went through the pre-fight check. Bob was called to Lesotho out of retirement, he worked for MAF in Indonesia for 14 years, and had retired 9 years ago, due to scheduling mix-ups MAF Lesotho was short handed. Bob had been in the country only two weeks and was still learning about each of the airstrips, so Brad had to come with us. It was an awesomely beautiful day, the sun was breaking through the clouds in bright patches and the rivers were sparkling in the sunlight. Lesotho has some incredible mountains and flying around them was breathtaking. We had a smooth landing in Nohana and dropped off the Basotho man and his son, they were picked up by the ambulance from the local health center. We then headed to Nkau, just a few minutes north east of Nohana, to drop off the charcoal and wood. Both landing strips were gravel and perched on top of some of the flat-topped sotho mountains. On our way back to Maseru we flew by Semongkong falls. I wish I had a camera, but I found an older picture.

I will have a camera next time I go up. Anywho we landed in Maseru 2 hours after we left, and started to complete the inspection we had started earlier. there was an oil leak out the right front cylinder and they continued to work on that awhile. It was 4:15 and I hadn't had lunch yet I was a little peckish and called my parents to come and get me. I got home and all the kids were back and running around my mom had fixed me late lunch while she was working on dinner. well... it's late now, just after ten! and I need to rest for tomorrow...