I will always remember how the Lord sustained my strength throughout the trip. A few hours before the trip I was feeling feverish and nauseous. Moreover, I was so concerned about my fractured coccyx (tailbone), which could not stand prolonged sitting, and my asthma, which flares up badly when in an environment filled with airborne dust and pollen. But despite travelling on the road a lot, and despite being covered with dust from head to foot one afternoon (such that my companions told me I looked like espasol), and despite the lack of sleep, I remained strong! Thank God! Thanks, too, to those who prayed for me.
I will also never forget the joy in the faces of the teachers and school administrators whom we met. And I will never forget how I belly-laughed a lot with the teachers of San Vicente as dust covered us from head to foot while travelling by jeepney on rough dirt road. What a blessing it is to be alive, and to freely give and receive.
I will also never forget how my companions and I bonded together in such short a time. I knew Eppie and Sally professionally, but the rest were new faces. But, by God’s grace, we all enjoyed each other’s company. I will also always remember how my companions were so caring toward my nephew, Paolo, who, on our way to Bangui from Pagudpud, had a headache that was so bad he vomited several times. They were all so solicitous toward Paolo, especially Rod, our mystic.
Finally, I will also always remember the beauty of the provinces we visited, and the delicious dishes and delicacies of the regions.
Many thanks to my companions, especially to Sally, who organized the trip, to Eppie, who believed in its success, and to Mar, who drove us with amazing skill and patience. All glory to God!