A Life Changing Journey

2012-01-29T06:29:00.000-08:00

Holy Hannah, it seems like forever since I have been back to my second home. However, May 17, 2012 I will be going back to Kenya, my girlfriends and the land that has become so dear to me. My excitement to again make a small difference in humanity is hard to contain, I am just like a kid on Christmas.
I am already working on some projects,; I will be building 10-15 WALL Washing stations, doing a "Mission for Maxi's" and working on a water filtration project for St. Catherine's School. It is also my goal to find the girl in the red dress from a couple of years ago and sponsor her to go to school. I with the help of family and friends will be doing a yard sale in April. Just a head's up when you are spring cleaning those closets, don't throw it out, throw it my way.

Toys For The Kids

2010-06-06T15:52:00.000-07:00

The one thing Brykn, understood from all my stories about Africa, was the fact that the children had NO toys. He could not fathom being a child and having nothing to play with. Brykn had only two requests of me from this visit. First, was to take toys for the children and second, was to see if I could find an authentic African drum.

When I was lucky enough to have Brykn stay in Goshen for a few days, I would pay him money for a few small odd jobs. Then we would put it in the toy fund jar. A hundred and twenty dollars later, we were able to buy one hundred twenty bears and dolls for the kids. Passing them out the children in Molo were more than pleased and each one I passed out I explained they were sent as gifts from Brykn & Harlee.... Not that any of the children really knew who my grandchildren were, but it meant a lot to me to explain the kindness and generosity of a small child. I hope Brykn & Harlee always remember to share with others as if it makes a difference, because it really does.

It is amazing to have the support and enthusiasm from my family from the oldest to the youngest... Brykn's dream when he get old enough to go with me to Africa to rope and elephant and play with the kids... One day Buddy, one day.

I did find an authentic African drum complete with goat hide smell and all. Brykn had learned in pre-school how the native African people actually talk different tribes by beating their drums. He was so cute when he was explaining to me, that the African don't have telephones to talk on they just use their drums. Beat loud and clear Little Buddy, maybe they will hear you....

Treating the Human Spirit

2010-06-06T11:42:00.000-07:00

Over the past thirty-seven years of being in the medical field I've tried to embrace two types of treatment--treating the physical ailments of the human body and compassionately treating the emotional side of the human spirit. I firmly believe that you can not heal one without the other.

I thought I understood how important both were years ago, but it wasn't until I travel to Africa, that I really understood the importance of treating the human spirit. Each and everyone of us here in US have had times in our life's when we've needed someone to talk to, or lean on. Yet, in Africa the troubles of everyday life are enormous compared to ours. Just surviving is a feat in and of its self. Each trip I make a promise those I treat and myself that I will not only listen with not only my ears, but with my heart as well. Reflecting back I hope I've made a difference in so many lives, by simply listening and caring.

Simply embracing all my girlfriends was such a good feeling for me and them too. It is funny they can't understand why a White woman from America, with all the privileges and the abundance life offers in America, comes to Africa, and embraces them and their cultures.

Surprising what a simple hug, or holding someones hand can do for the sole. In Africa, each time I have a patient sit in front of me, I greet them in their native tongue, shake their hand and I introduce myself. Now if you haven't been to Africa before, in all the small poor villages there is no toilet tissue. Therefore they use their hands, leaves, or whatever. Enough said about what is on the hands of so many of the African people. Yet, I never want any of them to feel just because I am a white, American, that I am better than they. We are all just human beings, with basic needs both physically and emotionally. At the conclusion of treating each patient I stand and embrace them in my arms. Many times tears roll down the cheeks of them and me and I am always thanked with "God Bless You!"

It never matters who you are it is always nice to have someone care about you and for you. Though were countless cases each trip, four such cases this past trip stand out in my mind and heart about the caring side of being a humanitarian. First a beautiful young woman in a small village near Molo, sat down in front of me. Her eyes had a lost, sad appearance. She had an African scarf wrapped around her head as if she was in mourning. When I ask how I could help her, she replied; I had a baby boy that was born stillborn a month ago. Now I can not eat, or sleep as I am worried about the baby I will never raise. She continued to tell me that she was not allowed to hold her baby, kiss his forehead or say hello or goodbye. Her baby was disposed of by the midwife as he was stillborn. I sat listening intently, with a lump in my throat and tears in my eyes. Feelings from twenty-eight years ago suddenly surfaced like it was yesterday, when I to faced the same heart wrenching feelings. Feelings of emptiness, sadness, and aching arms to hold what was to have been my legacy. As I explained to this young woman that the feelings she was feeling, I had felt too. The young woman, named Faith, sobbed as she was sure her life would never be the same. As we talked, I tried to reassure her that time heals all wounds and her life will once again have happiness in it. From my hand and heart to Faith's, hand I place a guardian angel pin, along with reassuring thoughts that I knew that her son and my mine were sitting on Jesus's knee smiling down on us both. Faith and I embraced one last time and went our separate ways. May the Lord take special care of this young mother.

Then there is Joseph, the gentleman with the massive tumor to side of his face and head. I first met Joseph last year and honestly I was mortified when I first saw him. This year it was like two old friends being reunited. Joseph came directly to me and instead of shaking hands a hug on each cheek was the greeting as both of us smiled from ear to ear. Through the conversation I learned that though Joseph has lost the hearing in his right ear, but he has not lost his desire to enjoy life. As Joseph left he smiled and said I will see you in a year. It was as if his spirit had been rejuvenated with a simple embrace from an old friend.

Thirdly, near Naivasha, a barefoot young girl and her siblings caught my eye. These children obviously had very little and did not have the money to attend school as they did not have uniforms on. As I began talking to the young girl it was her eyes that spoke volumes to me. I could see despair, hope, and love in the dark brown eyes of this young girl, named Ester. Ester, told me she dreamed of going to school and getting an education, but she had to do hard labor so she and her family might eat. Funny how children in the US don't like going to school, yet this girl dreamed of it. I took her hand and told her to never give up on her dreams, that she was beautiful inside and out and she would have the chance to shine for the world to see. She held my hand so tight, it was if she didn't want to let go of the glimmer of hope that had found her.

Finally, going back to Africa this time was driven by a promise I made to myself, to return a photo of "Little Lisa" to her mother. The photo was taken in 2009 an hour before Lisa died in my arms. In the past year and half I have had a difficult time coming to terms with this death. Death is difficult any time, but working in the area I work in I walk away from each death feeling sad, but feeling like we did all we could. However, in Lisa's case, I could do nothing as I had nothing.

Mary, Lisa's mom continues to live in the high mountain village above Nakuru. She was teary, yet thrilled with my gift, but she and the tribe elders refused any more photos. So with a long embrace, few words, and a necklace with two hearts intertwined we parted for the last time. I hope Mary will cherish the photo always and think of me often. As I will never forget Mary, Lisa, and the day I held life and death in my arms, a a third world country.

Treating the human spirit, is just as important as treating the human body or maybe just maybe it is more important!

Girl Friends

2010-06-05T13:22:00.000-07:00

There were many reasons I wanted to return to Africa, one of them being to be reunited with my "girl-friends or my relief society gals." Elizabeth, Susan, Lucia, Ester, Marcy, Joyce, and Mary were all there was we pulled into St. Catherine's. It was so nice to see them and embrace each other again. Elizabeth and I both have new grandchildren, however she has thirteen children so she is getting several each year. All my girlfriends were anxious to catch up on the past eighteen months. It is funny it is still just women being women and I love it. Each time I sit with them I seem to learn so much about life and happiness. It truly isn't about material things, and having all the newest, greatest, and latest. For me it is about going and doing, not having.

Though my life is far different than my girlfriends, it truly is so much the same. I love each and everyone of them and again they taught and gave me far more than I did them.

Alice In Africa

2010-06-04T12:50:00.000-07:00

During this trip AILC had hired an in country nurse for the two weeks the team would be in Africa. Do to the fact that there were only three nurses on the team and as usual far more people than we could see. Alice was wonderful, she and I had so much in common and worked so well together. Alice has been in the medical field for 34 years and has worked all areas of hospital treatment. Alice was in fact one of the hundred who were displaced with the clashes, and was spared living in the tent city because of her son. Alice was fluent in five languages, very kind and her people trusted her every word. She was never late for clinics and even hitched a ride with some dude on a motorcycle one day because she had sleep in. Alice truly made the days of seeing several hundred Kenyans tolerable and actually fun. We laughed like a couple of school girls at times and cried when we went our separate ways. Hearing Alice's name will always bring a smile to my face, and I hope that each time she see the nurses cap pin I gave her she'll remember me. I am also hoping Alice, in white, will continue to keep an eye on Joyce my lady with elephantiasis. From one nurse to another, here's to you Alice in Africa!

The Big Day

2010-06-03T19:54:00.000-07:00

Well today was the big day! The revealing day of the "WALL Washing Stations" were introduced to the children at St. Catherine's School. As each station was being put into place the children were all smiles. Then I along with help from the team began the teaching process of why it is so important. I have never seen so many smiles on so many faces, including mine. I thought of those who helped me in this quest and wished you all could have been there with me. Amazing simply, amazing. At the end of the day the Principal had ask all the children of all the thing they had learned since the team had been there and they all shouted "WASH, WASH, WASH!"

Tent City

2010-06-02T16:21:00.000-07:00

June 1st and I have been gone a week and NO the second time around does not make it any less heart wrenching. Today was spend at a "Tent City" south of Nakuru. It is here that approximately 500 Kenyans live in tents. Two years ago most of these people had jobs, homes and land they farmed, however, when the clashes took place in Kenya this tribe was forced from their land, and their homes burned. This tribe was forced to leave with nothing more than the clothes on their backs. Yet they are the lucky ones, as many of their family members and friends were killed in the violence. They now live on a hundred acres, with each family living in a large16X18 canvas tent. The women now do hard labor in someone elses land for less than a dollar a day, barely enough to buy food and clothing, but nothing else.

When the team arrived there was an outpouring of gratitude from the start. These people are the considered to be the left overs from the violence and for us to come to them seeking those who needed help was overwhelming for all the villagers. It was here that my heartstrings were again tugged on. When half way there the day a young mother sat down with her two small girls, one who looked about two and the other about four years old. She told the story of how one month ago her tent caught on fire, falling on to the girls as the sleep. Both had suffered second and first degree burns. This young mother had taken them to the hospital, but because she had no money and was from the tent city they would not treat her children. One month after the accident the burns headed on the four year old, but have left debilitating scars and a contacted left hand. The two and half year, however had a horrible infection to her head and face and lost the tissue off several fingers. The sight of this little girl's head and face were horrible, but the anguish of this mother was overwhelming for me. As a mother and grandmother, myself I cannot imagine the heartache and anguish of watching your children in so much pain and not be able to do anything about it. Simply because she was who she was, and lived where she lived and had not a single shilling. There is no live by the golden rule in East Africa, thats for sure.

As I prepared to treat the children with IM and oral antibiotics and dressing changes the mother wept and just kept saying "God Bless You, for helping me!" Each day since that day I have wondered about this strong little family, one thing is for sure I know they will survive, as they had made it through the worst and have no place to go but up.

Just as sad as so many of the cases are, there were just as many that made me smile. Two small children came running by me with a home made truck constructed of old plastic milk jugs. I thought of TJ and the "Jimmy Rigger" he is and I could totally see him creating something like this, not from necessity, but for fun. I then thought of the toys the children have in the US, toys every where. Toys in cereal boxes, toys in Happy Meals, toys in the check out line at Wal-Mart, toys, toys and more toys. Yet I really don't think our children who have such an abundance of toys love or appreciate them any more than a "Milk Jug" truck.

African Beauty

2010-06-01T20:42:00.000-07:00

In Africa right now it is actually winter, however, not like we know winter. All the natives wear heavy coats and continually ask why the team is'nt cold. Our winters and their's are two totally different things. They have cold spells of the low fifties, we drop to below zero, they get rain, we get snow. Here everything freezes, while in Africa everything flourishes and is so green and beautiful... Here we plant flowers, there flowers grow wild and are so amazing. Kenya has gotten a lot of rain in the past few weeks, thus making the hills and valleys so green and lush.

I thought about going to the Gardens at Thanksgiving Point where everything is labeled and meticulously manicured, fertilized and watered. However in Kenya no plants, or flowers are treated with so much care. The Kenyans do, however take great pride in their gardens. I suppose because it is what will sustain them for months.

Here are a few of the beautiful flowers I found so amazing. Though most will not find this entry to interesting I know Jeannie would have been just as amazed at the flowers as I was.

Leaning On Each Other

2010-05-31T19:27:00.000-07:00

Happy 4th Birthday My Little Buddy!!

Hope your day is wonderful and eveything you wanted it to be...All day long I have thought about you and what you have meant to me, love, contentment, happiness.....Grandchildren really do bring a new meaning to making ones life complete. I love you so, so much and miss you terribly.

Today, the team is at a encampment giving basic medical care to several hundred Africans who were displaced two years ago, now living in a village for refuges. Even though it is hard for me to even imagine living like this the children take it all in stride. I know what our American children have, all the last and greatest gadgets, as well as parents creating fun that costs a great deal of money. Yet I see what these children have and do and it is a stark contrast. Children here are on their own at the age of 2-3, they wander through the camp with no direction or purpose, yet they have each other. Two little girls walking down the middle of the camp arm in arm, leaning on each other for everything. Older siblings taking care of several younger ones, while mothers work in the fields. Life seems a bit unfair, so much in US, so little in Africa. Some children don't have a prayers chance in hell from the start.

As we finished the day at the encampment village we all knew we'd brought hope and a little happiness to the women and children. The children were all given a rag doll, of which I am sure they will hold on to and cherish for years.

Wall Washing Stations

2010-05-29T18:37:00.000-07:00

Before going to Kenya this time, I had a goal to incorporate some type of hand-washing hygiene for the children at St. Catherine's. My thinking was to use it as a pilot program at the school and then possibly in the next few missions make it more widely used. Worms of all kinds cause so much illness in Africa, and seem to affect the children most often. Robbing them of life, learning and happiness. Even though AILC has a program in the medical aspect of the mission to treat everyone with vitamins and de-wormer, the de-wormer only last for 4-6 months. Then sadly children are re-infected at an alarming rate. Soooooo one of the purposes for me going back to Africa was to introduce classes to teach the children WHY, WHEN, WHERE and HOW to wash. I had made flip charts as visual aides, along with stickers, soap, and an original lyrics for song. WASH, WASH, WASH YOUR HANDS, MAKE THEM REALLY CLEAN...

All I lacked was the wash stations themselves. With the help of my husband, Buck who drew up some plans for me and the generous financial donations of family and friends I was off and running. I took the plans and my idea to a local welder in Naivasha, East Africa, paid him two hundred US dollars and he delivered five of the best looking wash stations I have ever seen. When they were delivered to the school I was busy with some of the village ladies. Deb one of team members came to me and said, Lauri, we need you in medical building asap. Thinking there was a medical emergency off I ran, there they sat the final product of my brain storm. There I stood with everyone clapping and me crying. I was reminded of a card my sister Jeannie had given me with money to help with my hand hygiene mission the card said, we are so proud of all you are doing in Africa.....I had accomplished my goal of five hand washing stations, appropriately name the WALL WASHING STATIONS!

To all those who helped me, I am so proud of you all for your part in me seeing this goal through and supporting me in a new passion Thank You...

We're Back!

2010-05-28T16:46:00.000-07:00

Back at St. Catherine's school, owned and operated by AILC, was like coming home for several of us on Team May 2010. The school complex has expanded by a partly completed library/dispensary and living quarters for the teachers of the school. I am again amazed at the strict regiment of the Kenya school system, and am convinced that we Americans could learn several things about education from the Africans. It was great to see the children from three to eighteen again, it was also great to see their respect and love for education.

As we arrived all the children in different age groups had prepared a welcome ceremony for us, of which brought tears to everyone team member. Some songs sung in English, some in Swahili and some in French. All of the children speak several languages very fluently at a young age. There was one little girl who caught my eye, and just thinking of her now makes me smile. She has such a zest for life, a zest that was contagious for the team.

I was also reunited with my girlfriends, Elizabeth, Susan, Lucy, and Mary. It was like we had sat with each other just a few days ago, not more than a year. We laughed, cry and caught up on all that has happened over the past few months. My girlfriends amaze me! Their desire to provide for their children is no different than ours, but the obstacles are huge for them. Never before have they ever had a paycheck for more than about $5.00, they have no welfare system to fall back on if their children become sick in hard times. They are also faced with hard labor everyday just to survive. I admire their determination so much......Mothers are just mother no matter their race, color or creed......Only a mother would sacrifice what we do...only a mother.

Off Again

2010-05-27T15:16:00.000-07:00

Honestly I thought my first trip to Africa would be my one and only. However, on that first trip I left something undone and I promised myself I would return to bring closure to a life long promise. Even though I had fulfilled that promise of not allowing anyone to die alone, I had to return a gift to a young African mother.

So on May 25, 2010 at 3:00am, TJ agreed to take me to the SLC International Airport to met the AILC Team. With 138 pound of supplies I pushed and pulled my way to the United counter to check in. It would take a car, a plane, and a bus to get us all to Nairobi and then on to Naivasha and the Rafiki Lodge. One of my favorite things about getting into Naivasha is a giraffe park and home of Karen Blixen, author of "Out of Africa." Each guest is greeted by Daisy the kissing giraffe, not something you see in Utah.

Whoa--what a LONG ride, the flight is twenty-three hours, but with the layovers in San Francisco and London it took us forty four hours to finally arrive on African soil. Not to mention two team members lost their passports, four members lost their luggage claims tickets and three member became ill during our travels.... At about forty two hours my patience were wearing thin, I really wanted to say for HELL sakes people get with the program, your mother isn't here to tend you! However, I didn't and probably best as I would be spending fourteen days with twenty six people I didn't really know.

Second Time Around

2010-02-14T05:57:00.000-08:00

It's has been a year since I traveled to East Africa, fulfilling a dream of climbing Mt. Kilimanjaro and doing a humanitarian mission. I have countless fond memories of my three and half weeks in Tanzania and Kenya. However, I still have a couple things I haven't been able to bring closure to from my first trip. So the end of May I will be returning. Returning to take a photo back to "Little Lisa's" mother, and possible spend some time with the Maasai tribe. I will be going with Africa Is Life Changing again, and the organization has several exciting things planned for this expedition. Plans are underway to build a library, and dispensary on the compound at St. Catherine's School. Plus to build a chicken feed plan and barn to enable African women to support themselves through the profit of eggs and milk.

After 37 years of the nursing field, just when I thought I had pretty much seen it all and felt the emotions of those 37 years, being a humanitarian has sparked a new excitement and desire to continue to serve others. Serve others in a much different way and 10,000 miles away.

THE END!!

2009-04-04T15:33:00.000-07:00

As they say, "All good things must come to an end!" Though my African journey has done just that, my life changing journey will never end. I knew when I started this journey my life would never be the same. However, I really had no idea the impact four weeks in Africa would have on my life, my thoughts, nor my outlook on our American life style. There isn't a day that goes by that I am no reminded of Africa. Reminded of the smiling, beautiful people, the poverty and filth, the beauty of the lush green mountain landscape, the large number native animals, and most of all the amazing resilience for life the Africans have.

AS I look out my back door I am also reminded of climbing majestic Mt. Kilimanjaro. Realizing Mt. Kilimanjaro is twice as high, twice as impressive, twice as grand. Understanding all the topography, I also ask myself, "What were you thinking?" It all goes back to that attribute I inherited and have seemed to have passed on. The attribute of, "Don't tell me, I can't do it, because I will prove you wrong!" Good Luck, Tiffany & TJ, all I can say is YOU GO & GIVE EM HELL!

Going to Africa truly was and will continue to be, "A Life Changing Journey." When I started my blog, it was a way for me to journal this amazing experience. Not only for myself, but for my children, grandchildren, and my husband. I never dreamed my blog would capture the attention and interests of so many friends, co-workers, family members and even total strangers. What started as my journey became the journey of so many. I have to chuckle when some one says to me, " I have read your blog, you are so inspiring and amazing!" I take it all as a compliment and I'm honored that I have touched and or inspired so many. After all inspiring someone was on my Bucket List, so I can check that off as done.

I simply want to say thank you for following my journey, thank you for being there in spirit, and thank you for putting me in your thoughts and your prayers. To my family, I love you all so very much. Thanks for supporting this crazy idea, even if you were unsure and nervous about my safety. Though this experience is over and I will end my blog with this post, I have made a personal goal to go on a humanitarian mission every year. My thinking is, "Learn like you'll live forever, but live like you'll die tomorrow!" China or the Philippines here I come, and just think a new chapter in my life, not to mention a new blog for so many to read.

Faces of Africa

2009-03-25T20:56:00.000-07:00

The many faces of Africa will forever be embedded in my mind. Of the fifteen hundred photos I took, these are several of my favorites. I looked for the unusual opportunities to shoot these beautiful people. Their eyes speak volumes of hardship, sadness, joy, love, and life itself. When looking at these photos I can smell the smells of Africa, hear the foreign language along with the broken English, the laughter of children, and feel the love they had for us.

Team February 2009

2009-03-17T20:43:00.000-07:00

Team February 2009

L-R Back row ~~ Lynn-Dentist, Mary-AILC In Country Director Kenya, Norma-Dental assistant/housewife, Deb-Hematec and Sales Rep, Ashley-CNA, Leslie-Veterinarian, Mike CEO of Pier 49 Pizza, George-Plumbing contractor, Shosho -Founder of AILC, Marilyn-Midwife, Jill- ICU Nurse, Sana-Co-Founder of AILC, Lauri-ER Nurse, Emily-Insurance Agent/Student, Christine-Physical Therapist, Jody-Clinic Nurse, Kay-Middle School Student.

What an awesome team we were and will forever be.....

Last night Team February 2009, had a "Picture Party--Dip Party." It is a tradition when each team returns home, a few weeks later each member brings the photos they took along with a copy of a CD of them to share. Also each member brings a dip of their choice for everyone to enjoy. It was funny in Africa is sort of started as a challenge to see who had the best dip recipe. Knowing that everyone would be thinking of chips and dips, I chose to make a fruit dip, and took huge fresh strawberries for dipping. After all who doesn't like fresh sweet strawberries, especially if you can dip them for added calories....

Everyone was also amazed at my photos. The AILC Organization wants to redo their brochures, their video, and their visual aids for public speaking, using my photos. WOW! I am a little shocked, somewhat honored, yet a bit protective about my photos. The founders, Shosho and Sana, just keep saying, "Oh my what an eye you have for photography!" Sana, also laughed and commented, I remember you lugging all that camera equipment everyday, but now I am so glad you did.

It was nice to see everyone last night. Shosho hugged me and commented, "You clean up pretty nice." I took that as a compliment, and thought to myself, boy I must have looked a sight in Africa! I guess we were all pretty "plain" in Africa and seeing each other all day and most of the night just "plain" it is quite a shock to see each other when we get back to America all dressed up, hair neatly done, make-up on and smelling so nice!

One team member from our expedition said to me at our Picture Party; "I hardly could tell that is you Lauri, without your ball cap and your camera fanny pack!" That's pretty bad that we feel we have to do so much with our hair and faces here at home. Yet, while in Africa we had so much love and appreciation for one another and yet, we were just plain ole plain.

It's kind of sad that we judge others worth and status in society by their outward appearance, their make-up, expensive clothes and a stylish hair do. When what we should judge is the genuine person on the inside, along with the passion, and compassion they exhibit each and everyday!

Before our mission I know each member of Team 2009 had different expectations and visions of Africa. However, I truly feel after our two weeks in the poverty of the country this poem sums the feelings of the entire team. I, myself, hope that the touch of my hand, the compassion in my voice, and the hugs from my heart will always bring a ray of hope and happiness in the lives of those women and children ten-thousand miles away.

Human Touch

Ti's the human touch in this world that counts

The touch of your hand and mine.

That means far more to the fainting heart

Than shelter, bread, or wine.

For shelter is over when the night is gone

And bread only lasts a couple of days.

But, the touch of a hand and the sound of a voice

Sing deep in the soul always.

Wisdom Beyond Years!

2009-03-09T14:40:00.000-07:00

A few days ago I had the pleasure of spending the day with My Little Buddy Brykn. It was so much fun as I have really only got to see him once since I got back from Africa and that was at the airport. From the minute I picked him up from daycare, we both had big smiles on our faces. However, there's is just one problem, Brykn still wants to know where his elephant is.... We played all day, inside and outside with all his toys. I explained to Brykn the kids in Africa don't have toys. His reply was "No toys, me will give em some of mine." Wouldn't it be so nice if we all had wisdom beyond our years, and we were all so willing to give to others without hesitation like a two and half year old. Brykn again made me smile when I was showing him a few of the 1251 photos I had taken in Africa. As he sat looking at one particular photo of two African children, he replied, "Oh my gosh that kid is black, him is so cute, me want to play with him!"

I am convinced the world would be a better place if we lived and loved like children do. As children see no barriers, have no prejudices, and consider another child, a child just like themselves.

Making a Small Differnce

2009-02-28T14:55:00.000-08:00

These are the most recent contacts with Shosho and Sana, the founders of AILC. So nice to know I made a difference, though I feel it was a very, very small difference. My humanitarian efforts each day in East Africa sort of reminded me of the Starfish Story.

"The Starfish Story"

One day a man was walking along the beach when he noticed a boy picking something up and gently throwing it into the ocean. Approaching the boy, he asked, “What are you doing?”
The young boy replied, “Throwing starfish back into the ocean. The surf is up and the tide is going out. If I don’t throw them back, they’ll die.” “Son,” the man said, “don’t you realize there are miles and miles of beach and hundreds of starfish? You can’t make a difference!” After listening politely, the boy bent down, picked up another starfish, and threw it back into the surf. Then, smiling at the man, he said…”I made a difference for that one.”

*****

My Rafiki (freind) Lauri;

I can't tell you how good it was to see you in my inbox! I must admit it was a bit difficult dropping you off at the Kenyatta airport and watching you all getting all you luggage checked in.
You are an amazing woman Lauri! Over and over again I marveled at the beautiful, adventurous, strong woman that you are and how blessed we are as an organization to have a part of you with us. This LIFE CHANGING experience will never end and neither will the lasting friendship that we have kindled over the past few weeks.

Sana and I re-entered the world of abundance with excitement on our wings to round up our little flock and get all our pictures together but especially to get all our hearts connected back together again.

Thank you Lauri for being a part of us and for all you did while you were in Africa. I remember walking down the hall of the hotel in Nakuru with my arm around you and feeling of your strong character and emotional stability. I felt so thankful to know you and for the privilege to walk beside you for a moment in Africa serving those beautiful people.

Hope all is well with your family. I loved meeting all of them. Can't wait to see you.
Call me if you get a free minute. I miss you!!

Living the work;

Love, Shosho
Africa Is Life Changing

*****

Hi My Dear Lauri:

What a woman of courage and adventure. I don’t think I know of another person that could pack more into three weeks than you did. I can only imagine as you lay your head down on your soft pillow here in America the memories that flood your heart.

Thanks for your email and your Welcome Home it meant the world to me. We know the hard transition it is to return and fit back into the routines that call us each day. I find that family helps in this re-entry. I went with my daughter on Friday to a Kid’s Fest at the Sandy Expo Center and my mind was spinning as I walked past all the safety and awareness programs that they were teaching the children. Even the practical demonstration on buckling up when they are in a car caused me to stop and think of the children I had just left behind in Africa that walk everywhere they go. My daughter looked over at me and said this must be hard, and I said it gives me a deep appreciation for what my granddaughter has and a commitment deeply within my heart for the lost child in Africa.

Thank you for your steadiness in your service each and every day. It was your skills in medical that helps us through the trying experience of the young child. Mike talked often with me about how you went into such a discipline life saving mode that day. Your years of training no doubt came together when you carried that baby through the field to the clinic.

I also love the relationship that you formed with the women in crocheting and quilting. How they loved you being in there with them and sharing with one another. You always seemed to light up as you were coming out of that building, and I know they felt your love very strongly. Your hands and heart have many levels and I felt you give it ALL every day.

Love your heart so,
Sana

We Are So Blessed!

2009-02-23T09:00:00.000-08:00

On the last leg of the twenty-two hour flight, I found myself thinking so much about the last three weeks. I had so many emotions, so many photos in my mind that will never be erased, not to mention so many butterflies in my stomach. I just kept thinking over and over again, "WE ARE SO BLESSED!" I was also thinking how sad it is that we take so much for granite, waste so much and simply have life so, so good. We Americans seem to have everything, and we're always wanting more, yet we appreciate very little. The Africans have nothing, want just the basics, yet they appreciate so very much.

Coming in to Salt Lake, I remember seeing the Wasatch Mountains and thinking, "I am home." I was so excited to see my family, that I, wearing my T-shirt that says " I Climbed Mt. Kilimanjaro" ran to the waiting area waving my flag. They were a blessed sight. Buck and TJ had grins from ear to ear, Mom was crying with joy. Brykn, came running and jumped in my arms, saying "you home from Asrica!" Tiff, was so glad to see me and whispered in my ear, I Love You Mom!" What a welcome home.....it doesn't get any better than that!!!

Yesterday, was my first shift back at MV-ER, it was so nice to be back with those co-workers who I care so much about. Everyone wanted to hear all about my adventure. It was funny as everyone had been following my blog daily. Kathy Sparrow, called me on the phone just to say, you're truly a woman. I and so many admire for your bravery to follow your dreams, your willingness to learn phone technology just to keep us all in the loop, and to do it all with some very unordinary health issues. I love that I have so many friends in many different areas of MVH, and to hear Kathy's compliments was very touching. Dr. Egbert gave me a high five and said, " Great Job, but what will we do now for daily entertainment?" It was so fun to pull up the blog and see what you were doing each day! Though I have yet seen all my friends in the ER I will this week, I can't wait to share my life changing journey with each of them.

Now that I am back I have chosen to transfer all my journal notes and many photos into my blog. However, I will be putting them in chronological order, so if you choose to read all about "My Life Changing Journey," you can do so by starting on January 27, 2009 with the Party, Party entry.
Thank you to all who prayed for me, text & e-mailed me and those who followed my journey through my blog. I love ya all. A special thanks to my best friend, my daughter, Tiffany who made sure my blog was updated daily and put all the photos on the blog. Love ya Tiff. I am so thankful for such a great family and the best friends and co-workers ever.

Strangers, Roomates, & Freinds

2009-02-16T21:21:00.000-08:00

Before going to Africa, I had met two of the fifteen team members. Emily and Ashley were part of the group who climbed Kings Peak last summer.

The other twelve I had never met until we got together to pack our humanitarian supplies. It was at that time that I met a stranger by the name of Marilyn Stewart. She was a nurse mid-wife and a case manager for the LDS Church.

There were so many differences between us. She has two masters degrees, I most definitely don't. She is LDS, I am not. She is sixty-five years old, I am fifty-five. She has six children, I have two. She is divorced, I am married. She had been to Africa before; I had not even really been out of the country. However, the first night in Kenya at the gross hotel, Shosho paired team members up. Marilyn and I became roommates from then on. As we sat on our beds we talked and giggled like a couple of young school girls. Marilyn told me all about her family, her job and why she wanted to return to Africa. I in return did the same. We both seemed to have so many differences, but yet so many similarities.

It was in the hotel in Nakuru, that we really became close, as there was one room for two people not a big deal, but there was also only one FULL sized bed for two people. It was a good thing we were both so tired that we were both glad to sleep closely on that full sized bed.

I will always have so many fond memories of the days and nights I spent with Marilyn in Africa. I got such a kick out of the faces she would pull at the thought of eating another PB&J sandwich. I cringed at the sound of her gasping when she was taking a cold and I mean cold shower. After being a mid-wife for forty years, she ran around naked a lot. She said she had seen enough women's parts, that it didn't bother her. ( I suppose she didn't think it bothered me either, after all if you have seen on butt, you've seen them all!) I will never forget her trying to ban-aid the window in the hotel shut so the mosquitoes didn't come in. There she stood on the bed in her garments with twenty ban-aids on the window. Needless to say it didn't work. So together we "Jimmy Rigged" it shut with my camera electrical cord.

Though Marilyn and I started out as strangers, ended up being roommates, and it two weeks, in a third world country we became really good friends.

St. Catherine's School

2009-02-16T21:16:00.000-08:00

Our last day at St. Catherine's School was unlike any day I have ever spent in a classroom in the USA. We spent the day teaching ALL school aged children about HIV, though I am convinced those children probably knew more than we did. HIV is so wide spread in Africa, that twelve million school aged children have lost one if not both parents to AIDS. Women also account for sixty-five percent of adults living with this deadly viral disease. HIV, is the leading cause of death in Africa. While teaching there was not one child who had not been affect by AIDS, either in their family or a village member. Many children are raising their siblings as their parents have died from this deadly disease. While teaching my heart ached for these innocent children, as they never really have a chance to be a kid, as the kids in the US do. No matter where one lives, life at times doesn't seem fair, however, fairness in the US really has a different meaning than in Africa.

After teaching I had an opportunity to tell the smaller children all about my Lil' Buddy and how much I love him, just as their Grandmothers love them. Before going to Africa I choose to buy books to donated to children who might not have any. The best part was Brykn went with me to pick out the books. I thought a variety might be nice, but Brykn wanted ones with horses on them, imagine that. As I presented the books to the children, not one child had ever seen a horse, boots, or a cowboy hat. Funny that is Brykn's daily wardrobe, because as he says, " me is a cowboy." It was fun to have Brykn's help me with this project, and it was fun to see the smiles on the faces of children a world away.

These children love school, and were so cute as they sang "One Little, Two Little Three Little Kenyans." actions included. I had taken Smarties to share with the children, some held on to them for dear life, while other ate them like they it was candy!

*****

2/16/09
From Mom: This afternoon we went back to St. Catherine's School to finish up some of the projects that we started a week ago. We also did age appropriate HIV teaching, which is so prevalent in Africa. After the teaching, I was able to show all the children under 12 Brykn's picture and tell them how much I love him. I then gave the kids the books that he helped me pick out, of course, they had horses on them. I got to explain how Brykn has his own horse and wears his boots, and cowboy hat. They giggled and loved his picture and the books. I miss you all and yes, I am excited to get home. Love ya!

Sunday Service

2009-02-15T21:05:00.000-08:00

February 15, 2009....This was our second Sunday to attend church at the Fountain of God Church, in an extremely poor village near Navashi. Pastor Joel, a friend of Mary's, officiates over the services and he takes his commitment very serious. When I decided to go to Africa, I was determined to experience it all, and this included attending church. However, little did I know these church services would encompass singing, beating drums, dancing, and praising the Lord for three and half hours. OH MY!!

Pastor Joel, who preaches in Swahili to the congregation, also has an interpreter to translate in English. Pastor Joel, blessed, blessed, and reblessed everything and everyone. A quote we all got a kick out of was, "You must give or be taken." What that meant no one was really sure. There were so many times the group was asked to stand and praise the Lord a bit similar to the Catholic Church. Like the Catholic Church there was of of course an offering basket.

Pastor Joel, explained to us they only have the sacrament four times a year and only on special occasions. However, because we were there it was considered a special occasion so they broke out the bread and wine. As the bread was passed around you had to break your own piece of bread, and even though it was cheap wine, never the less it was wine in those little silver cups. YES... after three hours I need a good stiff drink, I just wishing, however the cup was a bit bigger. I wondered how all the Mormons would handle the situation, but they handled it with grace and drank it all down. Why some even had a smirk on their faces. Afterwards they all joked about the fact that God, would forgive them, because after all Pastor Joel, had blessed the wine at least ten times.

This church service was nothing like I had ever seen before. Pastor Joel, was all dressed up in a suit, yet so many of the villagers had no shoes and were dressed in rags. The children ran in and out of the tin church and a goat and donkey even wanted to join the worshiping.

On the bus ride back to the lodge, I started laughing and all I could think was oh hell, give me one of those half-assed, long winded Mormons any day of the week. I was glad I went to church and was able to experience it, but I really don't want to go back anytime soon!

*****

From Mom: Well, today was the second Sunday we went to Fountain of God Church. I was hesitant about going and considered staying at the lodge, but decided to go to church with the group. Three and half hours later the Pastor shut up. Oh my! He blessed and re-blessed everything! Then, the congregation would stand and beat the drums until I thought I was going to scream. There was so many "Amens!" and "Praise the Lords!"

The church is in the center of a VERY poor village and is just a little shack with bench's and dirt floors. Today, in the middle of the service, a goat came to the open door and started baaing as if to say, "Okay, enough!" But, the Pastor just kept right on going. This is for Andie and Kristina...Okay, so give me a half-assed, long winded, Mormon any day of the week!!!!

From Andie: So, I can expect you in church with me on Sunday? Maybe we can see what Dr. Vizmeg is doing, he might could go with us. Ha Ha!

From Kristina: I knew it wouldn't be long before you were on board with us! This post made my day! Love ya, Kristina.

From Mom: I'll be there as long as I can bring a goat! With Love and miss you all!

Where's the Maytag?

2009-02-14T20:58:00.000-08:00

Every woman, and I suppose and a few men, in America hate doing the laundry. However, we Americans have it made with our multi setting Maytag, washers and dryers. In Africa a Maytag washer consists of a tub of cold water and foot power, your own foot power. As far as those multiple setting you can choose from, well it just depends on your own leg power and how tired you are. Then there is the rinse and spin cycle, it also depends just how many times you want to rinse and wring and rinse and wring out your laundry. As for that matching Maytag dryer with several settings, there is none. You have to hang it on a makeshift clothes line out in the dust or "Jimmy Rig" a line from bed post to bed post in your room. Then one hopes it will dry within two days. I shared a room with six others from the team, and we always had underwear, socks, bras and "TG's" (temple garments as they call them) hanging everywhere.

Wash day and stomping on my laundry sort of reminded me of Lucy & Ethel stomping on the grapes for wine. Lucy and Ethel at least had a finished product they could enjoy. My laundry was not any cleaner after I stomped on it, but it did smell better! As for most of my clothes I left them there for someone who doesn't have clothes, as they don't mind if they aren't spotlessly clean, or neatly pressed.

African Traffic Jam!~~Molo's Mountain Village

2009-02-14T20:46:00.000-08:00

Traffic jams in the US, are simple compared to the ones in Africa. Sitting on I-15 is a piece of cake compared to sitting on a two lane highway/dirt road in Africa. In Africa, traffic jams cause road rage at its best. Coming back from Molo, there was a police check point, where officer took a gentleman's license away. Oh hell this caused a major traffic jam and caused people to lose patience. There were people driving off steep embankments, some of who I thought would roll for sure. Others were driving in the bar pit, and driving four a breast, weaving in and out of cars, buses and trucks. All in an effort to get past the police check point and to get where they were going a little faster. I really wanted to yell out the window, "CHILL OUT, and we'll all be better off. After an hour of this mayhem, we were moving again and everyone seemed to get where they were going.

I wondered how Africans would drive here, and what they would think of our system. Obviously they'd be confused as the steering is on the right side of the car and they drive on the wrong side of the road. One thing is for sure they couldn't drive or act they way they do in Africa or they'd be sitting in the slammer!

Molo's Mountain Village

From Nakuru to Molo was a two hour ride, but I really enjoyed the sights and finally the road was paved, well was for the most part. The mountain village above Molo was very green, the fields well groomed, and the sky a crystal blue, with an elevation of 8800 feet. As the villagers saw the bus coming they ran to the church where we would be doing the medical, dental and vision screening. These people were extremely grateful for any thing we could did and most all left saying "Praise the Lord you helped me." Unlike the village above Nakuru, not one person got upset, angry or anxious. Over all they also seemed healthier than those in the other villages. The children were had the prettiest, whitest, teeth. They also laughed, smiled and were happy about everything, they as they don't any other world but their own small village.

Here in the US, we have such a complex medical record system, and you must sign a release form to get any of your own medical information. Also every thing is documented in detail, not only for the you as the patient, but to protect any health care professional. However, in Africa each individual carries their own medical record. It is a small piece of card stock with very little in formation on it.

My interpreter for the day in Molo was a young mother of three little boys. Joyce spoke very good English, she had a great sense of humor and was a very attractive women. Each village we went to I was amazed at the commitment of the interpreters to their people. Joyce was so enthusiastic about the day and was sad we did not have more villagers to see. Me on the other hand I was a little relived, as this gave me time to take some great photos of these gracious people.

While in Molo, we seen no tragic things. However, just two days before we came there had been a tractor-trailer carrying gasoline rollover, spilling gasoline all over. Hundreds of Africans ran trying to get free gas, when one of them lite a cigarette causing a massive explosion. The explosion killed several hundred, and burned countless others. The fire was so hot they had a mass grave for over two hundred fifty people, who were essentially cremated. We wondered if we would see any mild burns, or those who might have inhaled fumes, but we did not.

The day in Molo was very pleasant and we were finished by about three in the afternoon. We then had time to place a few games with the village children. These kids had never played Tag, London Bridges, Baseball, or jumped rope. Some of the kids got the hang of the games and some preferred to sit on the side lines and watch.

Bargain Hunting & The Long Drop

2009-02-13T20:30:00.000-08:00

2/13/09
From Mom: On our way to Molo, Kenya today we went through the downtown area. When the locals see a bus, they come running to sell the tourists anything they can, hats, blankets, jewelery, and such. They sell it right through the windows and they are persistent. They start prices high and then everyone jews them down. One of the sellers, commented to me "I am falling like a monkey from a tree!" He didn't know he had just met the one of the Queens of Bargain Shopping, a family trait we are proud of. It really is bargain hunting at its best!

THE LONG DROP

2/13/09

From Mom: Here's the photo of the day, the normal bathroom in all the villages, called a "long drop," thus the name fits. As it is just a hole in the floor, with NO flushing capabilities. It's kind of tricky to hold the HOVER position, hold up your pant legs up so they don't get s--t on them, get your pants pulled down and then not pee in your shoes, down your legs, or on your pants! One also has to hold on to your camera and hold your breath all in unison. And hopefully you have remember to get some TP, or your digging through your pockets to find a tissue you've already wiped your nose on........ I decided you have to be pretty talented to do of the above and not fall in!!! Not to mention the smell is SOOOOOO bad. Oh how nice a toilet seat will be, even if it has slivers.

From Andie: Gosh the Birdseye Motel even has a better bathroom than that! You do have to share your bed, but at least it's with a relative! We will have to start calling you "bulls-eye." Just think of all the things you have learned on this trip. Ha Ha. Love and miss you. Andie

A Whirlwind of Emotions

2009-02-12T20:41:00.000-08:00

Our second day above Nakuru, was unpleasant from the start, as we all were dreading the long, hot, and rough bus ride. We also knew there would be several hundred villagers waiting for us to arrive. Therefore, we were not surprised at the masses when we pulled into the village church. We quickly set-up and started see people as soon as we could. My interpreter, Peter, who spoke excellent English was there waiting to help me. All the interpreters were fantastic and gave of their time to help their people. About two hours into the medical screening and treatment a young mother with a three month old baby sat down in front of me. My first thoughts were this mother needed some education and guidance about caring for her baby. This young mother had her baby dressed and wrapped in seven layers. I explained to her that she was keeping her baby to hot and she need to take some of the clothing off. After which I ask her what I could do to help them. Through Peter, I learned the baby had ringworm as so many of children in Africa do. I ask to see the ringworm, thinking the mother was speaking of one or two small patches of ringworm. I was shocked to see this baby girl named, Lisa's trunk covered in ringworm. Some were old scars, some new semi healed patches and many were open, weeping, bleeding patches. This truly was the worse case of ringworm I've ever seen. Little Lisa had a sort of weak cry, but had been nursing and did not look dehydrated even though she had a low grade temperature. I treated her with Tylenol, de-wormer and antifungal cream mixed with Neo-sporin. I also gave the mother de-wormer and gave both a months worth of vitamins. I then instructed the mother if she was still feverish and acted worse in a few hours she needed to go to the hospital. After wrapping the baby in a blanket the mother left and I saw the next patient.

Only an hour later I heard a woman screaming, as I jumped to my feet and ran to the woman I saw it was Lisa and her mother. Lisa was unresponsive and lay lifeless in her mothers arm. Grabbing Lisa out of her mother arms, I ask for transportation to the nearest hospital. However, I was instructed the hospital was just next door. With Lisa in my arms I ran through a dense grassy field, over two barb wire fences, and through a patch of stinging nettle to get to the so called hospital. Once inside I ask for an IV set-up, they did have an IV cathlon, but no tourniquet, no fluids, and no resuscitation drugs. This so called hospital was so poorly equipped. I just kept thinking we at Mountain View ER throw away more in a day than this place had on hand. After doing CRP for three-four minutes, I said enough. Lisa died in my arms, while everyone else was on the floor screaming. I held Lisa for the next few minutes singing a lullaby to her and for me. After wrapping the baby in a women African scarf, I walked out of the hospital. I was so frustrated with the lack of supplies, the lack of knowledge, and what I considered a lack of compassion on the part of the staff of two. Later I learned that Lisa was born HIV+, and had been a very ill baby since her birth. Lisa was buried on the family's small piece of property that day, wrapped in the scarf I'd cradled her in. This death hit the entire AILC team hard, but it hit me very hard as I had done the initial assessment, and then CPR on this child. The HIV+ did explain her chronic illnesses, her poor immune system, the massive ringworm, her weak cry and possibly her early death.

Since that day high on a mountain in Africa, I have lived and relived that day. I have ask myself over and over, "Did I miss something, and could I have done something different?" However, I have come to the conclusion that I was suppose to be there in that mountain village on that day for Lisa and her family.

Over the past thirty five years I have learned that there are certain qualities, attributes, and belief's that define each and every nurse, and I am no exception. I strongly believe that everyone should be treated with dignity and respect, love and compassion. I also made a promise to myself thirty five years ago, that no one should die alone. I have embraced that promise and held many hands of patients, strangers, and family as they have taken their last breath. However, I never dreamed this promise would follow me to Africa.

An hour after Lisa's death, I picked myself up and brushed myself off and went back to work. There were still several hundred people who needed to be seen and they were getting restless. One of the first patients I saw after composing myself was a petite ten year old girl, with smile from ear to ear. Lucy, was a beautiful girl who for some reason thought I was funny. She laughed and giggled at everything I said and did. Though all she had was itchy eyes and only wanted some de-wormer she was such a breath of fresh air for me. I so hope she gets out of the village and is able to fulfill her life's dreams and isn't sentenced to a life of back breaking labor.

With only an hour of clinic time left, the villagers who had not yet been seen became restless and began pushing, shoving and demanding to be seen. It was a bit like "Defending the Alamo" as we were confined in a one room shack with no way out. One of the two men in the group was trying to maintain order, but he was having little success in doing so. We all came up with a plan to work as fast as possible, and if they broke down the doorway to let them take everything we had. The sad thing is they were willing to kill each other and us for a Tums and Tylenol.

After the hour past, we literally ran to the bus leaving people untreated. I had decided that if we were suppose treat people in this village the next day I was not coming. As my safety and sanity were more important and I had dealt with a whirlwind of emotions for two days.

*****

2/12/09From Mom:

Oh what a sad, busy, and wild day. There were about 600-700 people waiting for us at the mountain village above Nakuru. The day started busy and just got worse. After about three hours I saw a three month old baby girl that was covered with ring worm and very ill. The mother had the child wrapped in six layers. After treating the child and instructing the mother how to take care of the baby, they left. One hour later the baby arrested. I did CPR on the child and the baby died in my arms. A very bad day. After seeing 1300 people in 2 days there were still over 200 left to see. They became very upset they were not going to see a "doctor" and started pushing and shoving nearly trampling a three year old to death. It was an exhausting day. I was so glad to lay my head on my pillow in a full sized bed next to a stranger.

The brightest part of my day was a 10 year old girl who thought I was funny. She laughed at everything I did. She was a beautiful little girl who has a very dim future. Love you all.

From Andi: I'm sorry you had to have that happen to you. What a dark part of your trip you will always have to remember. But, how lucky for that baby to have passed to her Heavenly Father from the arms of an angel. I love you. And, I miss you a lot. And, I know how that girl at the clinic feels because when I am with you all I want to do laugh. Keep your chin up and your bra tight. Maybe by the time you get home, we could put our asses together and we could be one heck of a Mormon. Love ya.

High Above Nakuru

2009-02-11T20:09:00.000-08:00

On the seventh day of our humanitarian mission we found ourselves at a Mountain Village high above Nakuru, Kenya. The drive there, however, was a bit much. The village sixty miles from Nakura, and a steep drive with the elevation of the village at 9000 feet. Though the road was horrible, the view was very nice. The people in Africa use every inch of dirt to grow what ever they can. Sadly, they have no farm equipment so all the labor is done by using very large shovels, hoes and pitchforks. And once again all the labor is done by the women of the village. Surprisingly the fields and the crops look well groomed and healthy. The African people grow and use a large amount of cabbage, so many of the field looked like they could be home to Peter Cottontail.

Again all the children must wear uniform in order to go to school. The school colors in this village were lavender, and it just so happened I had wore my lavender pullover. They all cheered as I got off the bus and wanted me to come and go to school with them.

Once we were at the village, the sight from the bus was a bit overwhelming as there were about six hundred villagers waiting for us and it was only nine in the morning. After setting up a make shift clinic, in an old building near the church, we were off and running. So many children with ringworm, scalp fungus, itchy watery eyes. Along with adults with acid reflux, arthritis, and back pain. The medical aspect of this humanitarian mission was extremely hard for me, as I felt as if I was trying to put a little bitty band-aid on a massive huge laceration. Though the organization had taken several thousand dollars in medications, they were so very generic. We had access to Tylenol, Motrin, Vitamins, De-wormer, Septra, cough medicines and antifungal cream. Yes, more than anyone in Africa has, but far from the resources I am so use to. There was no Respiratory Department, no Radiology department, and no way to consult with another physician. The nearest hospital is sixty miles away in Nakuru, yet few if any have the money or the means to travel to the hospital. These people all think that since you are white and from America, you are a doctor, not to mention they think you can cure anything and everything!

Though our day was long and tiring, the boys of the village made me laugh. Boys are boys the world over, as they were looking in the windows pulling faces at us. The laughter of children is so refreshing no matter where you are.

After leaving the village in good spirits, those spirits were soon dampened with the ninty mintue wild ride back to the hotel. But, soon we were at what Africa would call a 4-STAR hotel"the Cool River Inn, America would call it a dive. After arriving at the hotel, Sana and Shosho paired up team members to room together. However, there was one small surprise!! In each room there was only on full sized bed. Nothing like sleeping, very cozy with someone you've only known for a week in a full bed with a mosquito net around it. Marilyn, and I, had been room mates from the first day, so we volunteered to bunk together. The room was so small, the floor dirty, the shower didn't work and the mosquitoes were coming through an open window. Marilyn and I made the most of it as we talked, laughed and giggled like a couple of little girls.

2/11/09
From Mom: Wow what a day. When it was all said and done, we saw 500+ people in the medical clinic and another 60 in the dental clinic. The people were lined up as we pulled in. Lots of coughs, malaria, typhoid, and goiters. The village we went to today was in the mountains of Nakuru. We will be going back there again tomorrow. We are staying in a dive hotel in Nakuru, we have to bunk with a partner in a full bed! Yes, today was hectic, but no more crazy than a bad day at Mountain View ER since we are so limited on what we can do. It is hard, as I think of possible diagnosis and what really needs to be done. For all of you at Mountain View, Jill, Val Richards ex has joined us on this trip. I am getting very tired of African food and as soon as I get to the States, I am getting a huge cheeseburger and fries with a 44 oz. Diet Pepsi. Miss you all, but having a great time.

From Tiffany: Wow! I bet you are beat. And, I bet sleeping in the dive with a buddy (hey, bra-less I bet!) doesn't lend to a good night's sleep. Do you want me to bring you a Pepsi to the airport?

DIVAS

2009-02-10T20:29:00.000-08:00

While at St. Catherine's I soon learned all women like to be pampered and treated like DIVA'S. I had taken nail polish to make them all feel pretty, and what a blast. I must have painted thirty women's finger and toe nails. It was funny the whole time I was on my knees on the dirt floor, touching dry, dirty, stinky, African feet I was thinking of Andi. Andi has a fetish about feet, oh boy she would have freaked out with these feet. After everyone was beautiful, or SMART in their language, they all strutted about the room with a smile from ear to ear. I wondered how they would react to lipstick, perfume, hair embellishments, and a hot bubble bath! Oh the things we all take for granite.

It truly was a wonderful, wonderful day spent with new friends, with women just being women. My ladies gave me far more than I gave them. I will cherish always the laughter, the conversations, and the friendships I made in two short days.

2/10/09 From Mom: I spent the day with women quilting and painting toenails and fingernails. They loved it! The are just a group of women laughing, gossiping and bragging about their kids. I took a photo of Brykn and showed them all. They smiled and said, "Oh, so cute!" Also did half day of medical screening. Its so hard for us as I wonder if we are just putting a band-aid on a big problem. But, I also think if we make them feel better for a day or so, I suppose we have made a difference. We are going to Molo, a city 2 hours away. We are expecting to see 600-700 people each day for the next three days. I miss you all and I miss my bath tub. Love ya.
From Tiffany: I bet today was a lot of fun. Had they ever seen fingernail polish?
From Mom: All is great. We are on our way to Molo. No, they had not seen fingernail polish before. It was fun to see their faces, their reaction was that it was smart and beautiful. It brought smiles to their faces. Funny how all women like pampering and how we all like to look pretty. It was a wonderful day.

What No Cows!

2009-02-09T20:38:00.000-08:00

I learned in Africa cows are valued and define wealth, though most of the cows I saw in Africa wouldn't be considered to valued in the US. Most all the cows were very thin and didn't have to much life in them. There are so many cows of different breeds just wondering the streets, tied to front of a store and herded along the highways. So many people in Africa go without food and water so they can graze their cows. The cows are worshiped and rarely sacrificed (butchered) and if they are every ounce is used. From the blood that is mixed with milk and drank, to the hide that is used for a mattress. Even the tail that is used as a fly swatter.

My conversation with Elizabeth and the other women, I'm sure left an impression in their minds of my wealth or lack of it. They all acted as if they felt so sorry for me, as I had not even one cow. I however, feel so sorry for them as I have seen what they have and how they live.

2/9/09
From Mom: It's day 14, and I am doing good. A bit tired, but good. The food here has got my stomach upset a bit and I think I have lost a pound or two. YES!

My day that I called, "the visiting teachers" was fun. A group of village women who are friends sewing and laughing. I told them I have a bunch of bra-less buddies and some half ass Mormon best friends!!!!

Elizabeth, one of the women, asked me how many cows I had as cows are a sign of wealth. When I told the woman I have no cows, they were amazed. But, more amazed at the fact that we have two horses and two dogs. They all laughed at our animals. I think they think we are very poor without cows. Love to all. Lauri, Mom and Grandma.

From Kristina: Hope your stomach feels better. They probably think you are one weird lady, no cows, bra-less friends, and Mormons who have half an ass. Wow, you are strange! Nonetheless, I'm glad I'm part of your strange life! Lots of love, Kristina

From Mom: Tell Andi I'm doing good. However, the group doesn't know how to take my jokes about the Mormons. They think I'm serious. And, tell Grandma I tried to call. Love you.

From Kristina: You ought to invite them to your baptism in Teresa's pool! I think they would really understand then! LOL! Kris

Women Being Women

2009-02-09T20:31:00.000-08:00

One of the things I most enjoyed while at St. Catherine's school was spending time with the women from surrounding villages. Several of the women have children who go to the school, while others simply wanted to spend time with other women and walked twenty miles to do so. I was so tickled to see, women are just women no matter what language one speaks, no matter the color of their skin, nor their economical status. They all want what is best for their children and are willing to do what ever it takes to ensure they have a good education.

The women came in our make shift relief society room, it didn't matter that there were no chairs, a nice floor, or any treats to share. They sat on the dirt floor, never went to the long-drop or got a drink of water. We all laughed, giggled, shared story of our homes, and our families. It was touching for me to see women ten thousand miles from the US, so proud of their children and grandchildren.

They are talented women with so much to share with each other. Several wanted to make quilts, so I pulled out several pre-cut 12X12 blocks and offered to teach them a pattern I had done before. I was so proud of myself, and I thought it looked very nice. However, they didn't agree with me as they said, "it needs more color." They wanted each block different and colorful, and so pattern, so that is what we did.

Others in the group made bags out of plastic bags that at cut into stripes, the ladies then crochet them and sell them for a very small fee. Just as in the US, "Necessity is the motherhood of invention!" The only difference is in Africa everything is a necessity.

One of cutest little ladies in the group of Nancy, a small petite woman who also had elephantiasis She was thrilled to make a hat on the loom. Though I am sure standing on her legs was painful, sure finished an orange hat to give to her daughter, of who she was so proud of.

I was a bit amazed by the common American names all the ladies had. I don't really know what I expected their names to be, but no Mary, Margaret, Joyce, Susan and such. My ladies, however, had never heard my name and said it was very difficult to say. So they called me "Mtani" meaning familiar friend in Swahili, Elizabeth said that was my new name. I considered it an honor and when I go back in a couple years I hope I am still their familiar friend.

Very few of these women have the luxury of a sewing machine, fabric or notions nor have any of them seen a fabric store. They use rags for cloth, and they protect their needles, buttons, and crochet hooks as if they were gold!

This is my sewing, crocheting group for the day.

This is Ester, the woman who is so determined to make sure her children get an education. She is in the AILC video. Love you.

From Mom: Well, today was a great day. I got to work with the women of several villages. We crocheted bags from plastic bags. Don't worry, they are new bags we brought. It's a pretty cool idea. The women then sell the bags so they can pay for their children's education. Elizabeth has been coming to St. Catherine's school for the past four years. She speaks very good English and has fifteen children, six of them attend St Catherine's. All the women had many questions about America and Obama, and hey were also interested about my family and my grandson. Okay, I had to boast about my Lil' Buddy. I will take photos of him tomorrow.

Today, I also tested people's eyes for reading glasses. It was fun to see people's faces light when they could see their Bibles or thread a needle.

I also spent some time in the medical clinic. There was a lady with elephantiasis and a man with a huge tumor on his face. I took some pictures so I could show the ER Docs. I miss everyone, love ya!

From Kristina: Sounds like there is so much to be done there. What a great woman you are to go and help these people! Stay safe, can't wait to hear all your stories. Love, Kris.

From Tiffany: Way to go, Mom! Look at what a wonderful impact you are having on the world!

African Cement Work

2009-02-09T20:27:00.000-08:00

Our first day at St. Catherine's School & Girls Boarding School was a welcomed sight, especially after being at Athi Village for two days. St. Catherine's was build and opened about five years ago, however the Girls Boarding School has only been open for two years. The school sits on six acres in the hills over looking Lake Navsiaha. It is owned and operated by AILC and is currently home for ten boarding girls ages 15-17 years old. These girls live in a dorm type complex, a very sparse dorm at that. They go to school with bible studies starting at 5:00am six days a week. Their day ends at 8:00pm again with bible study. The parents must pay for school and boarding, with the exception of two girls who are sponsored by AILC. These two girls are sponsored because of their extreme intelligence, their determination to succeed, and their desire to help their fellow country man. I was so impressed with these girls attitude towards their elders, the enthusiasm they have for learning, and the lofty goals they have for themselves and their families.

There are eight large cement buildings at St. Catherine's, where school aged children from three to eighteen attended school daily. Though there are no boys who board, there are ten very bright, very energetic, very good looking young men who have the privilege of attending school at St. Catherine's. There are also children in several different levels of their educations learning as much as they can. It is different than school in the US, as these children must pass the test in order to move up. In many classes you see an eight year old in with the four year olds. All the students have a great respect for their teachers and stand as the teacher enters the classroom. The students never speak off, and when called up on they stand in respect before giving speaking. WOW!!! No one would ever see that in the US. In the US you would see a student flipping a teacher off, before they would stand! The students in Africa have a love for learning and I am convinced that all teenagers need to spend a month in Africa. Possibly they would come back with a new out look on life, their self entitlement, and more respect for others.

My first day at St. Catherine's was spent doing construction, yes construction as I wanted to experience it all. So with that in mind I headed for my first lesson about "African Cement Work." First, off I was looking for the cement mixer, not one. Second, where is the scaffolding, it's an old fifty gallon barrel. Third, where is the hose so we can mix the cement? Grab two five gallon buckets and trolley the water from a deep rain water well. All I could think as the process was being explained to me was Oh, Hell would Steve get a kick out of this!! With my first lessons learned it was okay let's dig in. First the dirt and sand must be haul from a pit five miles away. Then it is four wheel barrows of dirt/sand to one bag cement. It is mixed on the dirt floor of the building, being built. A well is made in the center of the pile and water is added in so specific ratio. Now the fun begins you take your trowel and with a quick flick of the wrist you throw it on the wall. Michael the job foreman, said I was a natural, oh my please don't tell anyone. After the entire wall is covered with this so called cement then you scrap it back off using a large African level. This process is repeated FOUR times! The last coat is then troweled using a long wooden trowel. The wall ends up being semi smooth and actually sets up pretty good. I really wanted to write my name down in the corner, but Michael said absolutely NOT! My day doing construction was long, back breaking, and interesting to say the least. I was amazed at the lack of tools, the lack of technology, but impressed with the skills they have, and to use what they have in order make it all work.

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2/7/09
From Mom: Well, it's Saturday and I've gone about 10 days. Today we all got our first look at St. Catherine's School, the school AILC built and supports. Each child must pay to attend, wear a uniform, and go 6 days a week. I have decided that American children have everything and value nothing. However, the children here in Africa have nothing and value everything! Today I and 2 others helped a mason finish a wall in a new classroom. Oh boy, it was almost like going back 50-75 years--they are so far behind the USA. The kids are so cute and not as poor. I will try to call tomorrow. Love you.

Athi River Village--"The Poorest of the Poor" & Rutty Roads

2009-02-06T16:24:00.000-08:00

Rutty Roads

Our ride to Navashia from Nairobi was hysterical. The roads in Africa are anything, but modern and really wouldn't even be considered a good dirt road in the US. On any given highway, if one could call them a highway, there are supposedly TWO lanes. However, in the rush hour traffic it soon turns into a six lane free for all. No one obeys any kind of laws and it it everyone for them selves getting where they need to go, driving however, they chose. We were driving along with a competent driver, when suddenly it was bumper to bumper, and fender to fender. Suddenly people got mad, jumping out of their vehicle and started walking. Leaving the vehicle in the road. Plus, if they want to pass the simply diving off into the bar pit, or the cactus and keeping right on trucking. The entire ride sort of reminded me of the song "East Bound & Down" and the "Wild Mouse," gone bad. I thought of the pot holes on I-15, in Utah County and laughed. Compared to African roads they are not pot holes, simply a little bump!

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AILC, first stop was at the Athi River Village, alias "The Cardboard Village." This the poorest of the poor in the Nairobi area. These villagers live literally in cardboard houses, with anything else for structure and support they can find. They live on approximately ten acres of infertile land, that does not even belong to them. They use the near by river for drinking water, bathing, and do their laundry in. It is so sad as there are so many sad lost souls in this village. One little boy about two, sat in the make shift medical clinic for two days. He never spoke, laughed and showed any emotion at all. After we left, I concluded he was probably deaf, but there would be no money to have him tested.

The children of the village can go to school, in a school house the men have build near the houses. However, the parents must pay to go to school and the children must have a uniform in order to go. Some of the uniforms had obviously been handed down for several years. Some of the villagers do work at a near by cement plant, but they only earn a dollar a day. Hardly enough to send a child to school, when the must try to put food in their mouths.

All the children seem very small for their age, as they haven't had good nutrition since birth. Though they are happy and love the attention the group brings twice a year. I know children will play with anything, but seeing these kids play with an old tire hour after hour was very disheartening for me. Americans children have some many toys they never play with them all, yet these children's only toy is a old used tire....

The only bright thing about those at Athi River is the chicken project, established by AILC. There are nine residents who have embrace this project, showing a profit by selling the eggs. They are just in the process of buying another two hundred chicks, just so they can double their profit. Thanks to those who gave money for the chicken project, it is such a positive thing. The coop is spotless and is a coop just like in the US, with the exception of a around the clock guard to prevent thefts. It is the dream of these nine very hard working villagers to have enough profit to enable them to buy a piece of property, build small houses, and leave the village. We call it the American dream to own a home of our own, it is not just an American dream it is every ones dream!!!

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2/5/09
From Mom: We are back to Athi Village and on to another this evening. Doing good. I slept very good last night for the first time here. Will text again soon.

From Tiffany: Hello Mom, I miss you hope you are doing well. Oh, wow, what an eye opener. I think we Americans are spoiled. Love you and see you in 2 weeks.

From Mom: Tiff, could you please have Brykn leave a message on my phone. I so want to hear his voice each day. Love you all.

2/6/09
From Mom: Well, the 2nd day at Athi River Village when well. We seen most of the people yesterday. The ride to Navashi was 6 hours long and it was like a bad wild mouse ride. The road here makes the ruts in I15 look small. Plus, there is no order whatsoever. Everyone drives where they want and of course on the wrong side of the road. And, it's only 5 feet wide! Oh wow, what a ride. Love ya. I will try to call in a few days.

In Nairobi
2/5/09From Mom: Hi everyone. Well, our first day in Nairobi was spent at Athi River, a cardboard village. Everyone is very poor. All the children were happy as they know no different. They are amazed at our white skin. The children just wander about the village with no purpose. We have treated people with many different things and pulled several teeth. We will go there again tomorrow before going on to St. Catherine's school.Love ya.

From Jacquie: Glad you are having a good time. Being in another country is eye opening. Be careful. Love you. J.

Bryson & Emanuel-Guides Extraordinaires~~~Moshi, Tanzania

2009-02-04T19:26:00.000-08:00

One week after I landed in Tanzania, I took one last look at Moshi and the people who work and live in this congested city. I had fulfilled two goals in one week, first Mt. Kilimanjaro, WOW... what an experience. Second, a life long dream of going on safari. Would I do either again, YES, but a little different, well a lot differently.

I will meet the AILC group tonight in Nairobi, but not until 9:00 pm, so I have the day to see Moshi up close and personal. Bryson and I walked through the city market. Markets in Africa are not at all like any market I've seen in the US, or for that matter not close to a country farmers market. Everything here is so dirty, the streets are all dirt roads with only the main highway being some what paved. The market itself sits in the center of town, about two blocks in diameter. All the villagers along with people who actually live right in Moshi sell and buy almost everything in the market. Women sit on the ground with buckets of fruit and vegetables to sell. Trucks are loaded to the brim with pineapples, bananas, and sugar cane. Inside this rickety old building there were large five hundred pound bins of rice, beans, and nuts. It seemed like each isles had a theme similar to the store in America, but it is all in the bulk, big bulk. People run their hands through all the bulk items, before buying what they want. The fish isle was so GROSS, the fish was mostly dried with the heads on, and the smell was horrific. I have never seen anything like the meat and egg isle. There were slabs of beef, goat, and lamb hanging with flies crawling all over it....... plus the eggs are not refrigerated and who knows what was inside the eggs. I am sure my eyes spoke volumes about my thoughts and feelings, and for the next fifteen days in Africa a vowed not to eat any meat of eggs.

After leaving the market, Bryson asked if I would like to walk through the market again by myself. My reply was quick and was OH NO!

My last day in Tanzania was an experience to never forget, especially when I ran into Nina and Martin for the last time. It was so good to see them and catch up on their Mt. climb. Martin did summit, however Nina did not. Both were looking forward to going on a safari and wanted my opinion on where to go.

Bryson dropped me off at the airport at 5:00pm and once again I was alone in a forgein country, but not for long. I was excited to meet up with the AILC group, not only to hear English, but to share my experiences of the past week.

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Bryson-Mt. Guide Upper
Emanuel-Safari Guide Lower

While hiking on the mountain and enjoying the safaris I learned so much about both guides. My kids often wonder why I ask so many questions, possibly Bryson and Emanuel thought the same thing. At any rate I learned both are remarkable people.
Bryson is the only son of a family with four sisters. He like everyone one else in the villages around Moshi grew up very poor. He father, a farmer, grew a variety of crops that they would then sell in the markets each Tuesday and Friday. Bryson was able to go to secondary school (high school) only because his aunt paid for it. As a young boy of eight years old, he loved hunting DIK-DIK's, a small antelope looking animal. Bryson told me how he and several of the neighbor boys would go hunting at sunrise each Saturday. Along with a donkey used for carry, and a dog used for chasing the DIK-DIKs, and a sharp knife to slit the throats of the DIK-DIKs it was an all day trip. Bryson told me the dog would chase and catch the DIK-DIKs, and then he would run up and slit the throat of the captured animal. After which he would load it on the donkey, when they had killed about fifteen DIK-DIKs they would go home. Bryson said many days they would be gone for twelve to fifteen hours.
I also had many questions about Bryson's guide business. He told after he graduated from secondary school, he couldn't afford to go to Prep School, (college) so he became a porter of which he did for four years. He was then hired as an assistant guide for another four years, until a client from the USA encouraged him to go to guide school. Bryson then took the guides test and past it on the first time, something that is rare. When I ask how many guides there are on the mountain? Eight hundred, WOW, I could hardly believe his reply. Bryson is well known and well respected, as all most every other guide that would pass us, spoke to him and was glad to see him. Bryson is married with one two year old daughter; Regent and Angela are the apple of his eye.
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Emanuel, my Safari guide, actually is one of four employees for Bryson Adventure & Safari Company. Emanuel a twenty-five year old single man was very nice, very cordial, and simply pleasant to be around. Emanuel was so knowledgeable about all the animals and each national park we went on safari in.
He too, has had a hard life, to American standards. He has resumed the role of the head of the house, do to the fact that his father passed away two years ago. He financially takes care of his mother, sister, brother and his own daughter. Emanuel told me how he would love to return to Prep school, but he doesn't have the money. I don't know if this was a plea for help, or just conversation. He like Bryson also had to attend guide school, in order to be a safari guide. East Africa has very strict rules for the business of pleasure, if one could call climbing Mt. Kilimanjaro pleasure.
While on the first day of the safari, I had expressed Brykn's desire for me to rope him an elephant. Emanuel just smiled. However, then on the second day when the huge elephant charged us, as I am backing up in the Land Rover thinking we were going to be trampled. Emanuel just laughed, and said "There is your chance rope him!"
At the Farm House, there are also guide quarters, but Emanuel would eat with me each meal. It was at dinner that he expressed his desire to see America. When I ask what it was he would like to see, he replied "The whole thing, but I would really like to ride a horse!" So funny to me, but then again I am sure he wondered why in the world I got such a kick out of the elephants, monkeys and giraffes. I assured him if he came to America, I could make sure he had the opportunity to ride a horse.

I was grateful to have two great guides, who cared about me and my experience and would do it all again, maybe even the Mt. Kilimanjaro!

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From Mom: Jambo everyone. My first week in Africa has been very interesting to say the least. My legs are finally feeling normal, not like peg legs, though my toes are still numb. I didn't give my hiking boots to the porters, I think I'll have them bronzed, or maybe they can go on KSL.com along with my cute green back pack! LOL, LOL! Wow. the safari was great, though I thought I was either going to be lunch for the Massai, or be smashed by an elephant. All I could think was what Kelli said? Not Kili-my-aunt-Lauri... Bryson has picked me up from the hotel and we just walked through the market where all the villagers sell their wares GROSS! Now I will go have lunch with his family and then head to Kili airport to fly on to Nairobi. I will be glad to hear English, that's for sure. After week 1, all I can say is it has been awesome, but we are SO...blessed. Love you all, Mom, Grandma & Lauri.

From Andi: Just having you in our lives makes us sooooo blessed. Glad you are having such a great experience. Miss ya tons! 2/4/09

From Mom: Well, I am back where I started a week ago--the Kilimanjaro airport. Bryson & Emanuel both bid me a fond farewell and asked I say hello to all of you. They also asked if any of you would like to climb the mountain or go on safari, that you call them. I suggest the safari! I will let you know when I get in Nairobi. Love you.

Sopa~~ Hello in Maasai

2009-02-03T20:56:00.000-08:00

More than a hundred years ago, the Maasai ruled over much of East Africa. Their feared warriors were renowned for their bravery and cattle stealing escapades. At which time countless Maasai lived inside the lush green Ngorongoro Crater. East Africa chose to make the crater a national park, thus forcing the Maasai to reservations out side the crater. They continue to cling tenaciously to their culture and customs, while the pressures of the modern world build up around them. Their many rites of passage--rituals that transpires the participant from one stage of life to the next, give life a meaning and purpose that is often lacking in other cultures.

The Maasai Tribe were so intriguing to me. From the bright colorful shawls, to the jewelry and its meaning, to the spears and sticks the men continually carry. Going to a Maasai village was one of the most extraordinary things I did while in East Africa. This particular tribe live high above the crater, but still have grazing rights inside the Crater. Each day the young men and boys herd the cattle approximately thirty miles from their village to inside the crater. They stay with the herd, protecting them from all predators and thieves. At the end of the day it is backup the very steep road, back to the village where the herd will stay inside the enclosed fence area of at the village. The amazing thing is the herders have no water or food for the duration of the day.

When I first arrived at the Maasai village in the Upper Rift Valley, I was nervous with anticipation, but curiosity. After paying a small fee to the leader, I was soon the center of attention. Oh my! I soon found myself encircled by the men of the tribe, singing and chanting a welcome song and all the while dancing and jumping with spears in their hands. For a brief moment I wondered if I was going to be dinner!!! As the men continued to dance around me, the women of the tribe stood almost reverently singing a different song. I was told that the men and women never sing the same song, as the men and women have different roles in the welcoming process. However, then again the men and women have different roles in the Maasai Tribe. The men do very little, yet the women do almost everything, from building the house, to hunting for food, and caring for the children.

After I had officially been welcomed as a guest, I was allowed to enter the small fence compound they call home. I am sure my eyes spoke volumes about my many thoughts. I tried to take photos without making them feel like they were on display, but I really had a hard time not just staring.

There were small children crawling around in the cow manure left from the night before, a woman was beating the hair off a cow hide that had recently be scarified, and the village women had a huge circle of beaded jewelry set up all of which was for sell. So much of what the villagers wear are symbolic of some thing. They were red as they think the lions are color blind and there fore can't see them. The jewelry also has meanings. A mother can not wear earrings unless she as had a son that has been circumcised. A young boy can not carry a spear unless he has killed a lion, of which makes him brave and a warrior of the tribe. Customs worlds apart from Americans.

I was invited into one of the twenty-nine huts, to sit and have tea, but it was so small and very stinky. The huts are made from mud, cow dung, urine and sticks, no wonder they smell. Shortly after entering the hut I got claustrophobic and ask to please move on. The head matriarch continued to show me all the village including the school. The children obviously rehearsed were in a small pen looking room chanting and singing the A,B,C,'s and counting for me. One small child caught my attention as he or she kept waving and smiling at me. I so wonder what the thoughts were of this young Maasai.

After an hour asking questions and trying to take it all in we left. These people are without a doubt the most intriguing people, with the most intriguing customs and cultures I have ever seen. Should I ever have the opportunity to visit Africa again I would love to spend a day or two with the Maasai.

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Maasia Village

2/3/09

From Mom: Everyone, today is the last day of safari. Yesterday was great. I got charged by a huge elephant, wow! I also was a guest at Massai Village--very interesting to say the least. Africa is a totally different world and I am amazed. I will be meeting the AILC group tomorrow and have been invited to Bryson's house to meet his family and have dinner before flying out to Kenya. Love ya all! So far, what an AWESOME experience!

From Andi: Take care of yourself, my friend. I am so proud to call you my friend. I miss you tons. ENJOY YOUR BUCKET LIST. I can't wait to see what's next. I'm sure the list goes on forever! Love, Andi

From Sana: Our hearts are very proud of you. The team leaves today and we are packed and ready to meet you at the airport soon. Here's my in-country phone 0716266038. Looking so forward to seeing you.

From Tiffany: Wow! I'm not sure what is going on in this picture, but it's interesting. I am glad your trip is all you dreamed of. Have a good time at Bryson's house and call me when you get to Kenya.

See Ya Soon Baboon! ~~Ngorongoro Crater

2009-02-02T20:44:00.000-08:00

Brykn, Heres your elephant!! He is a little to big to rope and way to big for Grandma's suitcase!! Love Grandma

Ngorongoro Crater

Ngorongoro is a fascinating and unusual thus making it the eighth wonder of the world. The area which includes the Ngorongoro Crater at its centre, then extends through the Crater Highlands, in which local tribes are permitted to maintain their traditional lifestyles in as natural environment as possible. This extraordinary volcanic landscape is rich and fertile, with stunning craters and lakes, and the high altitude creates a malaria-free micro climate. The crater is said to have the most dense concentration of wildlife in Africa.
Ngorongoro Crater is the world's largest intact caldera in an exceptional geographical position, forming a spectacular bowl of about 265 sq km with sides up to 600m deep. It is the stalking ground of 2000 - 30,000 wild animals at any one time. The crater floor consists of a number of ecological environments that include grassland, swamps, forests and Lake Makat, a central soda lake filled by the Munge river and home to several hundred hippo. All these various habitats attract various wildlife to drink, wallow, graze, hide or climb. Although animals are free to move in and out of this contained environment, the rich volcanic soil, lush forests and spring source lakes on the crater floor tend to incline both grazers and predators to remain throughout the year. The Crater is also presently one of the most likely areas in Tanzania to see the endangered Black Rhino, as a small population are thriving in this idyllic and protected environment one of the only areas where they continue to breed in the wild.
The Crater rim, over 2,200 metres high, touches swathes of clouds for most days of the year, with cool high altitude vapours that seem to bring a clean lightness to the air, and also a chill.

Ngorongoro Crater meaning "Cowbell" in the Massai language, truly was a breath taking sight and a once in a life time opportunity. Driving from Arusha which was rather low in altitude, we drove to 7300 feet. The view was fantastic as we looked out over the crater that lay thousand of feet below. From the look out you see large herds of Water Buffalo, and Wildabeast. The high land which was very green with thick lust trees and shrubs is also home to several Water Buffalo. Suddenly two Water-Buffalos charged on to the dirt road, sort of like the greeting crew. A quick as they appeared, they disappeared, and off all times I didn't have my camera out and ready to shot.

Also along the road there were many, many Massai warriors walking, where they were going I have no idea. From 7300 feet we drove down a narrow, rough and very steep dirt road ending up in the crater itself. There are many wives tales as to how the crater was formed, one being it was it was a mountain until it erupted, leaving nothing but a crater. There are thousands of animals in the crater, some of which do migrate. However, due to the large amount of food year round most make the crater home.

Emanuel had told me all about seeing the BIG 5...elephant, rhino, lion, water buffalo and leopard. He had explained to me that rarely do people see all five in one safari. I suppose he had been told of my determination, by Bryson and Andrew. I wasn't going to leave until I saw all five, or at least gave it on heck of a good try. With the top off the Land Rover, I rode standing up for eight hours. All of it was so cool and very relaxing. First we were able to locate the herd of Water Buffalo's, and then much to Emanuel's surprise several lions. One of which came over to the Land Rover and look up at me, then laid down in the shade of the Land Rover. We were unable to move as his back legs and tail were under the back wheels. It was great just to stand and quietly watch the massive beast. I remember thinking, oh boy I sure hope he doesn't decide to jump in the Land Rover.

In the thicker tree areas of the crater there were so many different types of monkeys and baboons and birds. They stay high as not be lunch for a creature bigger than they are. All the monkeys fascinated me, as we only see monkeys in the zoo, not running around like cats and dogs.

One specific herd of Water Buffalo must have numbered two thousand. Even though they out numbered us by a long wasy, they were not bothered by us at all. When I seen them, all I could think was how bad Buck, and TJ want go hunting for a trophy Cape Buffalo. One day I would love to come back to the crater with them both, not to hunt, but simply so they can enjoy the beauty of it all.

So many animals all living in harmony, and living by the rules of nature. What a sight to see. It was difficult to see the other end of the crater from the opposite end. Seeing a laughing hyena and a jackal living side by side was a sight to see. It was a little like the Jackal was playing cat and mouse with the hyena, but the hyena didn't care, that was for the time being.

The most amazing site came about six hours into the safari. A pair of Leopards were protecting a fresh kill of a baby. We stayed at this sight silently watching the pair enjoy their lunch and dinner all the while not moving or going any closer. Now all we had left to see was a rhino in the BIG 5. Emanuel, and I both had smiles on our faces as I seen two Black Rhinos in the distance. Though I could see them in the binoculars I was unable to get a real good photo. Photo or no photo I had seen the BIG 5. Emanuel keep saying you are so lucky! Many people never see a lion or a rhino in the crater.

Zebras are in abundance in the crater, they number close to 10,000. I suppose I am fond of the zebras as they are close relatives to horse. There were so many foals in the herd, they are playful, just like horses. All zebras, I was told have a distinctive strip pattern and no two patterns are the same. Sort of like a finger print on a human.

My day at the crater was so much more than I had ever hoped for and I would recommend everyone try to see it first hand. While on the safari, I thought about my old African friend Mabel. I wondered if she after returning to West Africa had ever got the chance to enjoy a safari? As we drove up out of the crater, one last look back at the most awesome place I've seen. Here's to Africa's natural beauty and the animals and Massai who live there.

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SEE YA SOON BABOON!

2/2/09

Brykn, see you soon baboon! Sorry, Grandma couldn't’t rope an elephant. He was mean and too big plus Grandma forgot her rope. Thank you so much for the Valentine. It makes me so happy! I read it every day. I love you little buddy!

Big Baby~ Tarangire Park & Lake Manyara Safaris

2009-02-01T10:49:00.000-08:00

Lake Manyara

The last day of my three day safari was spent at Lake Manyara. This unusual park lies in the shadow of the Great Rift Valley whose reddish brown escarpment wall looms 1,950 feet high on the eastern horizon. Waterfalls spill over the cliff and hot springs bubble to the surface in the south. Much of the park often appears to be in a heat haze created by the soda lake called, Lake Manyara. The Maasai also lived in vase numbers on the land of Lake Manayra, named for the large numbers of Manyara Trees, of which they built their huts out. The lake attracts considerable bird life, and its surrounding terrain contains such a rich mosaic of different habitats that it supports a large number of animals.
The park is accessed by road via the village of Mto wa Mbu, an eclectic market town where several tribes have converged to form a linguistic mix like nowhere else in Africa.

The unique surroundings attract species such as monkeys, antelopes, zebras, hippos and crocodiles, buffalo, giraffe and a high density of elephants. The park is particularly known for its tree-climbing lions, who may be seen sleeping off the heat of the day on a branch instead of a shady spot on the ground like most other lions.
Fish-eating birds inhabiting the lake include pelicans, storks, cormorants and Egyptian geese. Flamingos colour the lake pink as they arrive to feed at the lake during their migration. One unforgettable sight is a giant flock of red billed quelea who gather in their thousands and waft over the water like a giant swarm of insects.

After three days of safaris just when I thought I had seen it all. There was one more incredible animal appear, on more geographic wonder looming in the horizon and one more once in a life time photography moment to be enjoyed.

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Tarangire National Park

Driving from Moshi to the Tarangire National Park took three hours. However, I found myself so amazed with the sites, the people, and Africa in general. There are hundreds of people walking along the highways with nothing in sight. I had to wonder just where were they going, and how long it was going to take them? There were so many small children grazing herds of cattle, sheep, goats and donkeys along the roads. All the sites brought so many questions to my mind. It was like being in a different world, a world I have only seen in the National Geographic.

Soon we, my guide, Emanuel, and I were at the Tarangire National Park, site of my first safari. After obtaining all the permits, we were off. Only two minutes into the safari, there stood a herd of giraffes just fifty feet from the Land-Rover. The giraffes were so majestic and graceful as they walk towards us as if to say hell-0. They look so different in their natural habit, rather than a zoo. I told Emanuel about Brykn wanting me to rope an elephant for him. He laughed and said he'd see what he could do to hope fulfill Brykn's wish!!

There were also so many termite mounds in the Tarangire National Park, some of which were huge and had mongooses running in and out of them. The mounds are much different than I supposed they would be, I really thought they would be like an ant mound. No where close!

The natural landscape of the park was breath taking, and seem to go as far as I could see. The Acacia Trees a symbol of Africa, are very thorny with little leaf cover. Funny the baboons never seemed to mind the thorns and could be seen preached high in the branches.

Beneath a Baobab Tree, (the tree of life) a lioness and her cubs were taking an afternoon nap. Once I'd seen the lions I realized, I am in Africa. The lioness never acted annoyed with us, but did keep one eye on us and one eye on her cubs.

Each time I seen a different animal, I was so taken with the whole experience. I was wishing someone else could have been there with me to see the amazing sights of East Africa.

Along with the many, many different animals in Africa there are just as many birds. All of which are very colorful and sing such beautiful songs. The entire first day of my three day safari was spectator and a little unreal, as I never thought I would ever have the luxury of going on a safari.

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SUCH A BIG BABY!

Mom left on her Safari and she finally got a picture of an elephant! Kelli and I decided that we didn't care if she had to go to a zoo to get a picture of an elephant because Tate and Brykn haven't quit talking about them! It sure looks like the safari is a blast.

From Mom: Well, it's day 5 and I am off on safari. I slept better last night, but I can hardly move this morning. My feet, legs, and hips hurt so bad. Lots of hugs.

From Mom: First day of safari was great, but tell Brykn those elephants are too big to rope! I am at the Farmhouse now & what a beautiful place. Doing good, except my legs and feet are in bad shape from climbing Kili. Happy Birthday, Mom, I love ya.

From Tiffany: I bet! Brykn luvs the elephant picture. I am glad the Farmhouse is nice. If you can, get on your blog. So many people are following your journey. Wish I was there. Luv you!

From Kristina: Hopefully you packed some good meds! Or, could you even take aspirin into another country? Sounds like you planned a way fun trip! Stay safe, Love Kristina.

I DID IT!!! & All The Way Down....

2009-01-31T12:58:00.000-08:00

L-R Andrew, Lauri, Bryson, Kennedy, Uto

Descending off Kilimanjaro, I wasn't so sure it wasn't going to be "Kill-My-Aunt-Lauri." It was the longest walk ever. About half way down I started feeling the effects of the change in altitude, and major jet lag. I became so dizzy, light headed, nauseated and very shaky. Bryson keep telling me, he thought I should let him get me an emergency cart. Anyone who knows me, knows that was out of the question. My reply to him was, " I will go down off this mountain, the same way I went up, that is on my own two feet, and I don't care if it takes me another eight hours. He just grinned and we kept walking Pole-Pole. Andrew one of my porters, was so cute with me, he stayed with me the whole time and just kept telling me I was doing great. When we finally reached the gate at Marangu Route I was totally exhausted. I signed out as a climber off the mountain. YES, I did it!!! However, I don't want to do it again anytime soon. There have been a few times in my life that I have been exhausted, but never to the point of collapsing. Coming off of Kili, I truly was to the point of collapsing.

For the next three days my legs hurt so bad, I had a hard time walking. I suppose no success in life comes without pain.

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I DID IT!!!

It was off for a the second day of hiking. I had already been warned today would be a long hard hike, so I tried to give myself a pep talk as I left the Mandara Campsite. Today's, hike would encompass hiking out of the rain forest, through the Moorland and finally reaching the Alpine Desert, estimated hike time seven- hours. I really enjoyed the Rain Forest and the Moorland, but when we reached the Alpine Desert about six hours in to the hike I lost steam. Bryson took my day pack, of which he said was very heavy and it was no wonder I was getting tired. I was convinced had he of not taken my pack I would not of made it.

I was so extremely exhausted, when I looked back at how far I had come on the mountain. It was like the clouds were following me and pushing me from behind and at times it was a little eerie. There in the distance I could see the Horombo Huts elevation 13, 487.

Day four would be the longest and most difficlut and there really was a time when I thought of giving up, but I just keep putting on foot in front of the other. I laid my flag on a rock, read it and reread it. Trying to keep the messages and the meaning of the flag in my mind. Then as I was listening to my MP3 player, Jewel's, song "A Stronger Woman" came on. I knew I couldn't give up after hearing the lyrics of "I will be a stronger woman, a stronger woman--the kind I'd want my daughter to be!" With my flag in my hand and the song lyrics in my mind, I had a bit of renewed energy as I went the last hour of my twelve hour hike.

there it was the highest free standing peak in the world and I was seeing it first hand. Also coming into camp there were my Austrian friends, Nina and Martin running towards me cheering as loud as the could. Tears were rolling down my face, as I had reached my goal. I had so many thoughts swirling in my mind, one being Mt. Kilimanjaro is a long ways from Goshen, Utah.

I had DONE IT! As I watched the sun set from 15,463 feet on Mt. Kilimanjaro it was a breath taking view as you could see the lights of Tanzania and Kenya as if they were a miniature villages at Disneyland. Sitting on the deck of the mess hall, I had the chance to visit with so many people from so many different walks of life. Funny not a sole from Utah, but several from the US.

I did sleep a little better, but jet lag was catching up with me. Bryson had explained to me I would need to be up and ready to descend the mountain at 6:00 am. As the sun came up over the "Roof of Africa" I was up and enjoyed my last view of the Uhuru Peak. Not only was the peak a beautiful site, but the sunrise was unbelievable. Standing in awe of the sunrise with the cloud cover below me was absolutely incredible. It was truly was a sight I'll never see again.

Before I started the descend I had one last request to fill, that was to bring back a pruddy rock for TJ. Though I had looked for one going up the trail I couldn't seem to find the perfect rock, as they all looked the same. Finally, I found a handful of rocks all a little different, all from 15, 463 feet on Kili. I hope they all make TJ smile. Now I have paid him back for all the rocks he brought me from every hunting trip for the last fifteen years.

Soon it was down the mountain with a new renewed energy in our steps. Well, so okay the porters had new found energy. They are amazing as they literally run up and down the mountain carry forty pounds on their heads, many wearing nothing more than flip-flops and shorts. Not only do they have to carry it all up the mountain, but what ever is taken up, must be carried back down. That includes all trash used in making the trip. There are even porters who's job it is to carry cases of beer and Coke to each campsite. Watching them I was thankful for my job at Mountain View Hospital and the wages I make. Porters make about $4000.00 per year and their job is anything, but easy. I remember watching them miles ahead of me on the trail. I thought how different my life would have been had I been born in Africa.

The porters, the cooks and the guides all have to go to school in order to work in their respective jobs. Bryson, told me school in not easy and it is very expensive. My thinking was what can someone teach you about carry forty pounds on your head, maybe find an easier job. Most clients tip them about twenty dollars for the three-four day hike. Call me a sucker again, I tipped them each fifty dollars. I thought about what I do for fifty dollars in comparison to what they do, it was money well spent.

Before leaving the Kibo Hut, Nina and Martin gave me one last hug and wished me well. I in returned told them to give the summit HELL! They laughed and said they had never heard that before... They waved and cheered as I began my descent off Mt. Kilimanjaro.

Going down I was over come with a sense of pride and accomplishment and so wished someone could have been there in person to see me reach my goal. I was grinning from ear to ear not only on the outside, but on the inside as well!

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I DID IT!!!!

How hard to realize that every camp of men or beast has this glorious starry firmament for a roof! In one such place standing alone on Mt. Kilimanjaro, it is easy to realize that whatever special nests we make - leaves and moss like the marmots and birds, or tents or piled stone - we all dwell in a house of one room - the world with the firmament for its roof - and are sailing the celestial spaces without leaving any track. ~John Muir

She did it!!!! She got to 15,463 feet and said it was the hardest thing she's ever done. We were able to talk to her on the phone for just a few minutes and it was soooo good to hear her voice--even though she sounded absolutely exhausted. She told me shared a hut with a cute, younger couple from Austria. When she got to the hut on the fourth night (after she'd made it to her goal height on Kili), the couple CHEERED as loud as they could. As she told me about it, she started to cry--but, I know they were tears of pride and accomplishment. She also told me that on the way down, she got light-headed, dizzy, nauseated and very quivery. The porters and her guide, Bryson, asked her if she wanted them to call emergency personnel and get her a cart. She told them "There's no way in hell I'm going to let you call emergency people for me!" I can just hear her voice saying that! Anyway, she made it up in three days and down--35 miles-- in one day. Way to go Mom--we all knew you could do it; and, while we may not have been there by your side, we were all there in spirit!

1/30/09

From Kristina: I am so glad you made it there safe and sound!! Sounds like you are already having a blast! Stay away from the monkeys, they're mean! You are amazing!! And, no worries, this half-assed Mormon is back here praying for ya! Love Ya! Kristina.

From Karen Boothe: Leslie Dicou wants to know the names of the porters.

From Mom: Hey everyone! I DID IT!!! I am tired, but good. What an awesome experience, but I don't want to do it again anytime soon. Love to all

From Andi: You are so awesome. I'm so proud of you. What a cool bucket list.

From Sana: That tired gives more to your spirit. Go get every adventure.

From Mom: Well, I am back off the longest, most difficult walk I have every done. All I can say is be careful what you put on your "Bucket List!" Going up there was a time that I thought of giving up. Then the song "Stronger Woman" by Jewel played on my MP3 player. I had to finish. All I can say is it is a long way from an ICU bed at UVRMC and U of U! I hope I've made everyone proud and let everyone know you can go far beyond what you think you can!!! Love Lauri, Mom & Grandma XOXO

From Toni: Congrats Aunt Lar way to go we are proud as hell of you!

From Kristina: I knew you could do it! What an amazing woman you are! I am really proud of you and jealous cause its something I could probably never do! Way to go! Love Kris

From Sana: Proud you should be at what you set out to do and look what you have become. My heart is waving with thumbs up. WAY TO GO!

From Tiffany: Way to go! I knew you could do it! Please send any pictures when you can. Great job, Mom! Love you!

From Steve: Hey Lauri. I knew you would make it. I am proud of you. Be careful. See you soon. Luv, Steve

From Andi: I'm glad that part of your bucket list is done (climbing Kili). Now, onto better things. I think you could rope an elephant, especially for Brykn. Please take care of yourself, my friend. I am so proud of you and I miss you tons.

From Mom/Jacquie: We knew you could do it. You have the stubborn Hopes blood. Love you, Mom & Jacquie

From Karen Boothe: (via card sent with Leslie) I never doubted that you would reach your goal on Kili. I only wish I could have been there too! We'll get together soon for an adventure together. Thanks for letting me be part of your great experience! Love Karen

First Night~~~Mandara Huts

2009-01-29T21:40:00.000-08:00

On the way to the first nights lodging there were so many beautiful things. From the canopy of tropical trees covered with moss, to the African Impatiens, the Bloody Lilies, and waterfalls everywhere. It was an amazing hike. Once at the Mandara Huts I once again had to check in, but not before each member of my team was there to do a round of high fives. After checking in I was given the key to hut number seven, and was soon joined by my two new Austrian friends husband and wife, Nina and Martin. Nina was the person I had asked to take a photo at the base of the Mt. Both Nina and Martin spoke very good English, and were very comfortable to be around. Being in the company of those from other nations, I learned most all speak several languages and speak them very well. Then, there was me, I was doing good to say "Jambo" hello in Swahili.

After settling into hut number seven, I simply wanted to take in some of the happenings about the Mandara Campsite. The guides and porters quarters are on the opposite side of the guest huts. It was amazing to see all the porters, cooks and guides bustling about just to ensure the clients were taken care and happy with everything. Soon one of my porters came with a basin of hot water and soap so I could wash up and get ready for afternoon TEA. I took one sip of the tea and that was enough for me. I'm no sure what type of tea it was, but it was definitely not Lipton.

After tea, Andrew, one of my porters, and I walked a short distance up to the Maundi Crater. From which you could see Tanzania on one side and Kenya on the other. What an amazing sight to see two different countries from the top of one mountain. Plus in the trees there were several "Bush Babies," a small rarely seen bush monkey. I think Andrew was more impressed with the Bush Babies than I was. Once back at the Mandara Campsite dinner was ready, but I wasn't, as my stomach was upset from the altitude. Some of the dishes at dinner I knew what they were, others I had no idea. I found the key was to take a rather small bite and try to figure it out. This is how I got my first taste of GOAT, yes goat and Cucumber soup. GROSS!!!!!! I really do not think anyone should make soup out of a cucumber. After getting both in my mouth the trick was getting it out..... The whole time I was thinking of a Big Mac & Fries, and honestly couldn't wait to get back to my hut and find a Power Bar.

Shortly, after dinner it was off to hut number seven for a restful nights sleep, yeah right! I knew the altitude makes ones urinary tract system work over time, but this was ridiculous. Every two hours I was runny to the long drop. The bad things was the long drop was a good hundred yards away and the monkeys and other wildlife were making a horrible racket. I finally learned to step outside the hut, drop my drawers and hurry back inside. The night seems long in a way, but very short in another. At 6am there was a knock on the door, it was Tea time.

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1/29/09
From Mom: Well, I made it through the first night okay. I was glad to get to the first night’s lodging or hut. I still can’t believe I am here. Saw monkeys on the way. It’s very green and thick. Oh & I have to be positive about my job. Average years pay here is $450.00 per YEAR! So, go easy on the luxuries of the 44 oz Diet Cokes. Love Ya, Mom, Lauri, and Grandma

1/29/09
From Tiffany: Awesome! I am so proud of you! You have had tons of replies to your messages. They are on your blog and mine. I told Brykn you saw monkeys and he wants to know if you have got his elephant. He says we can put it in the barn. Hang in there today! You are doing great. And, the picture was awesome. We love you!

From Sana: I love knowing you are loving your walk. Those huts are a welcome site. Africa is in every breath. May He continue to watch over your every step.

I've Arrived at the Base of Kilimanjaro

2009-01-29T14:25:00.000-08:00

At the Base~~Marangu Route
Thursday January 29th. Bryson, my guide, two porters Andrew, and Kennedy, and my cook Uto, picked me up at the hotel at 9am, for the first day of paper work and hiking the mountain. The ride to the base of Marangu Route was such an eye opener. After all my first sights of Africa were in the dark. Okay, so I had my eyes closed most of the time due to the fact Bryson's driving scared me to death. Finally, I had ridden with someone who's driving scared me more than TJ's does.

This morning I was getting a look at Africa first hand, there is so much poverty compared to American standards. The houses are small shacks, shacks that would make the Goshen Trailer Court, look like the Ritz. There are cows, goats, and donkeys wondering in and out of the strip shops, children running around with no shoes in filth and manure, and women cooking corn on little barbeque's in the middle of it all.

There are fifty-eight million people living in Tanzania, over seventy-five percent of who walk everywhere they go. Needless to say these people are thin and are in great cardio-vascular shape, but I had to wonder about other deficiencies. When Bryson ask about my hometown, I told him the population of Goshen is about eight hundred TOPS. He just laughed and said that in not a town, it's a village.

After a thirty minute drive we were at the base of the Kilimanjaro, Marangu Route. I was surprised at the check in process, the park officials run a tight ship or mountain if you will. I had to fill out several lines of personal information. Bryson had prior obtained the permit to hike and cleared it all through the guard with a large gun. These guards have no sense of humor and take their job very serious. When I asked if he could turn around, so I could get a better photo he yelled at me, I took that as a definite NO!

Not only do the guides and hikers have to check in, the porters and cooks do also. They were all lined up checking in and weighing all the bags. Many of these men, mostly in their twenties and thirty's climb the mountain up to 150-200 times a year. What a hard way to make a living of approximately $200.00-$250.00 a month depending on tips.

Soon we were off up the Mountain, it was hard for me to believe me Lauri Wall, from a small village in Utah, and someone who has never really hiked was trudging up Mt. Kilimanjaro. It was exciting just being on the Mt. after all it is the highest free standing mountain in the world. Not far up the trail a young boy from a near by village came out of the trees holding a stick with a lizard on it. He said something in Swahili, when I ask Bryson what he said? He replied he wants you to take a picture of his lizard for money. Call me a sucker, Yes I did and gave him a dollar. This little boy ran off in to the jungle with a smile on his face, Bryson just shook his head at me but, smiled too. Bryson explained to me everyone no matter the age, has a job to simply survive.

The first days hike was easy about four hours of a steep incline, with the trail being worn and easy to walk on. On the first day we hiked up through the Rain Forest, so it was very beautiful and the temperature was cool. The monkeys jumped from tree to tree high above our heads, as if they were playing games with me. Coming into the Mandara Hut camp site was a welcome site, after all I had, had very little sleep in over a week.
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Well, she made it to her first stop on Kilimanjaro; and, sent us a picture. She looks like she's doing good!
1/29/09
From Mom: Hey, I made it to my first stop!!! This is my first stop for the night. Love ya all.
1/29/09
From Karen Boothe: Jambo! One question you didn't ask-what side of the road does Africa drive on? Ha Ha! Remember, the word of the day is Pole, Pole.
From Sana: Wow you are in AFRICA :) Take it all in with pictures in your heart.
From Jacquie: Glad you made it. Hope you have a good time. Love ya. Jacquie

The Journey Has Begun!~~~Off I Go

2009-01-28T19:45:00.000-08:00

Off I Go!!

Tuesday, January 27th 2009, is finally here! The ride to the airport was a little tense, as it was snowing in Utah County, which made me nervous my flight might be delayed. To add to the stress Buck and TJ were a basket of nerves. They both kept asking if I was sure I really wanted to do this? I wondered who needed who the most. At the airport my little buddy was tugging on my leg asking if he could, " Pease go too." After all Brykn so wanted to help me rope an elephant, a task he was convinced would be easy, just like roping a cow. Tiff was excited and happy for me to experience this dream, though I think she was a bit nervous too. Shosho and Sana, the founders of AILC also met me there. They gave me words of encouragement, well wishes, and a set of bells they, themselves had used when they climbed Kili. Also packed safely in my back pack was, two love notes my kids had written to when they were just little, a two dollar bill Tiff always had in her cowboy at when she competed in queen contests, a four leaf clover TJ carried in his shooting bag at the trapshoots, my number from the Race for a Cure, a picture of Brykn and a Valentine he colored for me, a key chain Dad had made me before he passed away, one earring that belonged to Grandma Clara Jerman, and my Guardian angel pin Grandma Ruth Hopes gave me twenty years ago. Around my neck was the locket from Mom.
One more round of hugs and kisses and I was off to gate C5 Delta/NWA airlines for my departing flight at 8:30 am.
All day Tuesday I wasn't really sure if it was day or night, as I went through several times zones. Flying over England, the entire ground was lit up. It was an amazing sight to see, as I realized that so many of my ancestors had come from Cornwall, England.
Flying over Tanzania there were very few lights on the ground, it was almost like there wasn't really life down there. Not a warm fuzzy feeling that is for sure.
I landed in Moshi, Tanzania on Wednesday January 28th 2009 at 21:30, what a LONG ride. TJ would have loved the airport as we had to walk down the stairs and across the tarmac, just like in the movies, but without "the Duke" waiting to help me with my bag.
I couldn't see Bryson (my guide) for a long time and I was a little panicky and starting to get teary thinking I was stuck in Africa not knowing anyone or the language. However, shortly after getting my bags and my Visa for $100.00 I saw him with a sign reading "JAMBO, LAURA ANN WALL!" I was so extremely happy to see him. As I loaded all my bags into his car, I went to the passengers door to get. Bryson, promptly ask if I was going to drive? Little did I know everything is on the wrong side of the car and they drive on the wrong side of the road. The forty minute ride to Moshi Town Bristol Cottage Hotel, was bit scary as we almost hit a bicyclist, not to mention there were so many people walking along the road. Then we were stopped by the police, there were so many things running through my mind. One of which was "What the hell was I thinking coming by myself," and "I could end up missing and my family wouldn't have a clue where to start looking." We soon pulled into the gated hotel, Bryson took care of all the check in process, thank goodness. Soon I found myself in my room, doors securely locked, looking around thinking it looked a bit like the Milford Motel! I didn't want to sleep in the sheets so I used my sleeping bag. I slept fair, it was so noisy and I was a little worried about a mosquito that was buzzing about all night. After all Malaria is so prevalent in Tanzania. The night seemed short, but I was anxious to get started up the Mountain.
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My mom left for Africa yesterday; and, after nearly 20 hours of flight, she FINALLY made it to Tanzania. I was lucky enough to talk to her when she got to the hotel which she described as "just like the Milford Motel." For those of you who have stayed at the Milford Motel, you will know why she then told me that she thought she would sleep in her sleeping bag. :)

Because of the expensive rates to text and talk on the phone, Mom asked me to send her text messages to her friends and our family. Because the text messages are coming from me, however, I am also getting all the replies. So, I'm going to post all the text messages sent both from Mom and to Mom on this blog. Then, when she is able to get to a computer, she can read all the wonderful messages people have sent her way. Keep the messages coming! I know she will LOVE reading them when she can!

1/27/09
From Mom: Hi everyone. I am in Amsterdam, it is 6:30 am. Holy cow what a long ride. I can't see what it looks like its still dark & foggy. I'll be leaving for Africa in 5 hours. I'll text again once I am on the ground in Africa. Love Ya.

1/27/09
From Tiffany: I am so glad you made it okay. So far so good! Please let me know when you get to Tanzania. We love you--big hugs!

From Grandma Hopes: Be careful it sounds like you are having fun. Keep in touch. We all love you.

From Sana: Oh the adventure that awaits. Our sweet prayers and HIS CONSTANT CARE surround you.

From Kelli: Wow I can't believe she is on her way. Tell her that I'm thinking of her when you talk to her next.

From Nadine: Oh, it is soooo good to hear from you. I have been wondering where you are. Stay safe and take in the wonder of life. Ya too! Nadine

From Karen Boothe: Yippe! Hope you were able to get some sleep.

1/28/09
From Mom: Hey I'm here. Holy cow what a ride, and the car ride was a little scary! Everything is on the wrong side and we about hit somebody on a bike. It is hot and humid.

From Karen Spotten: Keep going gal. Miss you already.

From Sana: Holy cow are you having fun??? The adventure begins and we are beside you. Love your heart.

Party, Party, Party & Fond Farewell

2009-01-26T06:53:00.000-08:00

Fond Farewell
The day before I left, Tiffany gave me a journal, so I could write down my thoughts and feelings of this life changing journey. The first page was a note from her, a note that brought tears to eyes and a sense of great pride to my heart.

Mom~~I can't even begin to tell you how proud I am of you--what an inspiration you are! Since I was little you have always encouraged me to "follow my dreams" and to " dream big." I have tried my best to do just that. But, watching you take your own advise and make one of your own dreams a reality has been absolutely awe inspiring!

I am so excited for you and all the experiences that await you in Africa. And, I am positive this journey will be life changing. I'm sure this will be lessons learned, experience gained and memories made. For that reason I am giving you this journal-in purple of course. I want you to set a goal to tell your African story, one day at a time.

I want to read about it all! From the poor villages, to the medical care, to the trek to the top of Africa. I am sure that through your words we can all experience your trip.

So, here's to the sweat, the tears, the joy, and the experience of a lifetime. Write it down, preserve it and most of all love every minute of it.

Remember it's only a mountain and it can be climbed one step at a time. Put one foot in front of the other and up you'll go!

Good Luck, I love you and I am proud to say you are my Mom.
Love Tiffany
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Party, Party, Party

Yesterday, TJ had planned for he and I to go snowmobiling before I left. However, the weather didn't cooperate with the plan as it RAINED all day. So TJ, and I, went rabbit hunting, and riding, something we always use to do. I was excited about just spending time to talk, get a treat, and curse him about his driving.
What I didn't know about the day is Tiff, Buck and TJ had planned a Surprise Going Away Party, in my honor. Luckily, I had cleaned the house the day before. After two hours of riding in on the Elberta Flats, hanging on for dear life,( TJ's driving makes me a little nervous) and talking about life we came home. Home ,where my entire family was sitting in the family room yelling surprise!! I was shocked and couldn't believe all those who came to wish me well. Even though this has been my dream, everyone has also embrace the idea. Tiff had a big dinner all fixed, it was great fun. Thanks Tiff, for planning it and fixing the food, Thanks Buck for being the gopher, and Thanks TJ for the wild ride, just to get me out of the house, and Thanks to all who came just for me! I love you all.

Inspiration

2009-01-25T12:40:00.000-08:00

I have thought so much about the words and thoughts that might describe how I feel about going to Africa. I have worked hard and hopefully I will look back and smile as I accomplish all of these.
Nurture~~Those I care about and those I will meet.
Imagine~~Anything is possible, if you try.
Discover~~Where a new path may lead.
Embrace~~ The unexpected and grow from it.
Enjoy~~The company I'll keep for the next four weeks
Journey~~Into a world unknown, even if it is alone.
Challenge~~My limitations, you go girl!
Indulge~~In a quiet moment, to simply reflect about what I can give.
Anticipate~~Life's Possible Outcomes, maybe humanitarian work is my new calling as a nurse
Practice~~Makes Perfect, hopefully all my hard work will pay off on the Mountain
Admire~~The good qualities within all human beings
Celebrate~~The life I have and those I love.

Last But Not Least

2009-01-24T19:24:00.000-08:00

I have given thanks to my family, my friends and my co-workers, now here a huge THANK-YOU to my husband. When I told him I was going to Africa, he just smiled. Buck, knew there was no changing my mind, as I have always been a strong willed person. Though Buck, would say it is more like "bull-headedness." So many people have ask me what he thought of the whole idea, my reply, he doesn't say much, as he knows I will do what I want. Though he has encouraged me to go, he is now getting a little nervous about the whole trip and me going by myself. I have to say Thanks for supporting and allowing me to fulfill a dream. Buck has gone hiking and walking with me and has picked up some of the slack around the house, when I was working so many hours to pay for my trip, of which I say Thanks I couldn't have done it without you.

All Packed Up

2009-01-22T20:00:00.000-08:00

Today, was the final team meeting and team packing. The excitement is mounting for all fifteen of us. The team encompasses a variety of professions and individuals. There is a veterinarian, a dentist, a dental assistant/housewife, an ER nurse, Hematec/Sales Rep, a CNA, a Physical Therapist, CEO of a pizza corporation, a midwife, a clinic nurse, an Insurance agent/student, a student (who is 12 years old), the founder & co-founder of AILC, and a plumbing contractor. WOW! What a variety people who also want to fulfill a dream. At the meeting we learned after arriving in Nairobi, we will travel in a van to Atha River, an extremely poor village where the natives live in cardboard boxes. After two days there is is on to St. Catherine's School, where we will spend several days, before going to other villages. It will be an eye opener for all of us Americans, who have life so well.
Also at today's meeting and packing we all packed our bags, with school supplies, medical supplies, fabric, yarn, reading glasses and sewing supplies. There is a total of 1500 pounds of humanitarian supplies that will board the plane, and then distributed where it is needed the most. Along with the supplies there is several thousand dollars that will be put to use for woman and children to live a more productive, self-reliant, happier, healthy life. It was a great feeling for me to donate over $500.00 dollars of supplies and $500.00 in financial assistance, thanks to countless friends and family. I can't wait to see the look on the faces of the woman and children in Africa. One thing is for sure, I will bet that they give me, far more than I will give them.

Valued Friends, Trusted Co-Workers

2009-01-19T19:11:00.000-08:00

My quest to go to Africa, has not only affected my family, but my co-workers too. Everyone in the ER and many from the entire hospital have helped or encouraged me in the journey. Each day I go to work someone wants to know how many days left, or what training I have been doing. Many co-workers have stepped up and picked up my shifts for the four weeks I'll be gone, or have donated money to help those women and children in need in Africa. It has truly been an overwhelming feeling to see the support from my many friends at Mountain View Hospital. First, I owe a huge THANKS to Karen Spotten, Karen is one of my best friends. It was Karen, who sat with me at UVRMC when I knocked on deaths door with the Pulmonary Embolisms and again four years later when my liver decided to go south. Karen, and I are two peas in a pod and I lean on her, as she does me, for many things both professionally and as friends. Second, Karen Boothe, it is because of her I am going. Without her encouragement and guidance I wouldn't be fulfilling this dream. She has answered a million and one questions on Africa, Mt Kilimanjaro and foreign travel. Karen has allowed me tag along on a few of her athletic outings in an effort to get me in better physical condition. Third, Andi and Carol, I love you guys, you're both like sisters to me, and yes I will be careful and text you often. Andi, I know you and your family; (my bra-less buddies) Suzee, Teresa, Abbi, Linda, would do anything to help me. I love that attribute about your entire family. Carol, I will never forget the phrase you past on to me only two weeks ago, "You can climb the highest mountain, if the first step you take is believing in yourself!" I believe I can do, I know I can do it. Carol you are a great example of determination, "Miss 50 Marathons!"

Fourth, the entire Mountain View ER staff and all five ER Doc's, you guys are the best. I will be taking part of each of you with me. Some have called my crazy, some have called driven, but I call all of you my friends. Thanks for your support, I love you all!

My Legacy, My Little Buddy

2009-01-16T07:08:00.000-08:00

I never thought I could love anyone as much as I love my children, then I became a "Gam-maw." The love I feel for Brykn is amazing! He makes me laugh when I am sad, he makes me cry when he asks me to "Come to mine house to play" and I can't. Brykn also makes me see there is a great future in this world with his zest for life and positive attitude, after all he thinks Gam-maw and Brykn can do anything.

When I started this incredible journey, it was for me. However, as time as gone on and I have gone far beyond what I ever thought I could, part of me wants to do a positive role model for my Little Buddy. I truly want Brykn to see if you put your heart and sole into some thing anything is possible. I know right now all of this isn't that big of a deal to Brykn, but maybe someday he will say, "Hey do you know what my Grandma did!"

I love you so much Little Buddy, you have given me a purpose in life after I raised your Mom and TJ. You and I have such a special bond, you are my legacy, my little buddy. I love you Brykn, sooooooo much! Look for a photo of the flag you gave me, as I wave it with pride, love, and a sense of accomplishment.

Hate Winter, Love Snowshoeing

2009-01-13T18:21:00.000-08:00

As kid I loved the Winter weather, the fresh fallen snow, and sleigh riding, but as I have gotten older, ( heavy on the old,) I truly detest Winter. Especially when I have to get in a cold car, or get all bundled up the an Eskimo, and at my age sleigh riding is dangerous and a lot of physical work. However, this year in an effort to stay in shape and continue to exercise before going to Africa, I ask for snow shoes for Christmas. Now I have never been snowshoeing in my life, but then again in the past few months I have tried a lot of things I have never done before. For someone who hates to be cold, I LOVE snowshoeing! It takes no talent, just pick em up and step, that is until you fall then it is a little tricky getting back up. One thing about it though it doesn't' hurt when you fall if the snow is deep enough. I have been several times around Goshen, but the other day I went with Karen Boothe & Joy Hunter, we hiked up to Loafer. It was absolutely beautiful! The sun was shining, the snow was sparkling, and the view was gorgeous.
WOW, what a work out on the legs, I think my right thigh was screaming loudly, what the hell are you doing. It is a little different than hiking as my boots and snowshoes adds about five pounds per leg. That is better than forty-five pounds on my in my cute green backpack, but still a little rough for someone who has never been to active in the outdoors. Only ten days left and its off to hike Kilimanjaro, I so hope I have done enough training, either by hiking, swimming, walking and my new found outdoor pleasure snowshoeing, to get reach my goal on the highest free standing mountain in the world. Look out Kili here I come!

Family Support

2009-01-12T15:39:00.000-08:00

It is down to two weeks and the great family support has been very touching. Here's a toast to my family, my Mom, my brothers, sisters and their families. Each one of you have been a huge help to me in preparing for my trip. Mom, I know you are concerned about my decision to go to Africa, but I also know you are very, very proud of this journey. I have become stronger mentally, physically and emotionally, than I have ever been. I owe some of that to you and the other strong willed ancestor women of our family. I love you so much, I'll be careful and I will wear the LOCKET with pride. I have a picture of you and Dad, in one side and a photo of Brykn in the other. I owe you and Dad everything and Brykn is my everything. Don, even though you are gruff and tough on the outside, you're pretty soft on the inside. Your greatest advise, "Don't get eaten by a tiger" and "the only person you have to run faster than is the last one in line" I don't really plan on getting eaten by a tiger or a lion, but thanks Don for the advise. Jeannie, you have listened to my excitement and read all about my plans with as much as excitement as me. You have hiked with me and offered help with anything I have needed. I will take a part of you with me, especially on the Mt. However, I probably won't see a moose, but I will take photos of what I do see. Jacquie, I know with this life changing journey, you have picked up some of the slack with taking care of Mom when I have been either working or training, thanks! Steve, your pep talks with "You can do it Laur!" mean so much to me, it's nice to know someone believes in me. I've tried to have your enthusiasm for life throughout this entire process, however, I don't know if I'll have your gift to gab to everyone I met.
Doug, Your patience and taking care of Mom, when I've been busy has been a great help for me. Though I know you wonder why I want to climb some Mt, just to say I did it. I, really think however, your amazed at my determination to do so. Oh and I love it when you shake your head in total bewilderment at this crazy plan.
Kelli, Toni, thanks for words of encouragement for the old gal. All I can say is "this one's for the girls." Old girls, young girls, girls in our heritage who passed on tenacity, drive and attitude. An attitude of don't tell me I can't do it because I'll prove you wrong. I can see the same attributes in Reese, she is already a fighter at four pounds.
For everyone else, Thanks I hope I have made you proud to say I'm a member of the family.... I love you all far more than I often say.

Sure Do Love Ya!

2009-01-06T20:26:00.000-08:00

Just think three weeks from today and I'll be on the plane headed from my second stop, Amsterdam. The closer it gets to my departure, the more nervous and possessive TJ gets. So today I tip my hat to my Buddy, of twenty years. I really think TJ thought I was just kidding and would not go through with my life changing journey. TJ should know me by now, but sometimes he doesn't take me serious. So when I told him I was going to Africa, he replied WHAT! Then it was, "do you know how far away that is, and what if something happens to you?" TJ and I have done so much together and have enjoyed being best buddies. Though I am going alone on this trip he will be with me all the way.
TJ has been a great help to me in hiking with me and encouraging me to keep going. Just today he sent me a text message, that said; you're my hero Mom, I sure do love ya! TJ, little do you know, but you have been my hero since you were in the third grade, when you were diagnosed with Type 1 Diabetes. Over the years you have displayed extraordinary courage against a life changing disease, encountered rude comments from others, and taught so many about bravery and compassion and you have done it all with a smile. In the dictionary the meaning of a hero is; a man of distinguished bravery, that is you TJ.
As the days grow closer for this wonderful experience, I want to say THANK-YOU, TJ, for all you have taught me about being brave, having courage to go after my dreams, and to see the good in everyone. Oh and I sure do love ya too.
Though I know you haven't really said it, I know you are proud of my determination, my dedication, and my compassion towards this journey. I intend to give climbing the mountain, standing in awe at the beauty of Africa, and touching as many lives as I can, all I have. Or in other words and a phrase used between me and you, " I'll kick em in the ----!"
Thanks Bud, I love you more than you'll ever understand, as a mother's love is deeper than any other love.

This Ain't No Farm House

2009-01-03T19:39:00.000-08:00

I got my itinerary for my hike and my safari from my guide, Bryson Mandari. Holy cow this place ain't no farm house I've ever seen. Check it out @www.expertafrica.com/lodge/Ngorongoro_Farmhouse

Mt. Kilimanjaro
MARANGU ROUTE:
DAY 1: 29th January 2009: After breakfast and pack every thing for hiking mountain briefing before leave to gate for hiking reservations Marangu gate 1800m 1hour drive from the hotel in Moshi.. Start hiking with lunch box to Mandara 2727m 3-4hrs.Dinner and overnight

DAY 2: 30th January 2009 Breakfast and continue Horombo 3720m 5-6hrs with lunch packet. Dinner and Overnight at Horombo Hut.

DAY 3: 31st January 2009 Early morning after breakfast descend to Marangu gate where you will meet a Vehicle for your transfer to the Bristol hotel shower, rest and overnight.

Lake Manyara Safari
SAFARI LODGE 3 DAYS 2 NIGHTS:
Day 1: February 1st 2009: Drive from Moshi to Lake Manyara National park with lunch packet, game drive, dinner and overnight Ngorongoro Farm House Lodge.

Day 2: February 2nd 2009: After breakfast drive to Ngorongoro crater with lunch
packet, game drive in the crater drive back in the late afternoon dinner and overnight Ngorongoro Farm House.

DAY 3: February 3rd 2009: Breakfast and drive to Tarangire with lunch packet game drive and drive back to Moshi.

END OF THE TRIP.
February 4th drive to Kilimanjaro Airport to flight to Nairobi 7.40pm.
The next two & half weeks at different villages doing humanitarian work.

I Am So Blessed

2009-01-02T22:19:00.000-08:00

I really thought the time would never come for me to head off to Africa, however, it is almost here. Though there are days when I wonder if I am really ready for this life changing journey.
There have been so many people, who have supported me in so many ways that I thought it would nice to put the spot light on a few of them. I can't say THANKS enough to Tiffany!!! Tiff was the first one I told, "I,m going to Africa!" Tiff has never questioned my decision, she has always encouraged it. And if I have ever doubted myself she has been there to pick me up, telling me "you can do it Mom." Yes, I will be going by myself to climb the Mt. Kili and go on a safari, but I will then meet my group in Nairobi a week later. I'll be with the AILC group for the humanitarian part of my trip, but had I had the chance to chose one person to go with me, it would have been Tiffany. After all there is no one who knows me better than she.
Tiff, has been willing to help me with my training program, from hiking, to run 5-ks. She is constantly giving me words of encouragement, when others think I have lost my mind. I know without a doubt she will be with me all the way, if not physically there, I'll be in her thoughts for four weeks in February. Plus, there will be so many women and children who will benefit from the Burnett family's financial generosity.
I want to say THANK-YOU, Babe, you'll never know how much your positive attitude, your love and your help has meant to me. For so many years it has been me cheering you on and proudly exclaiming, hey that is my daughter! You have accomplished many wonderful things in your twenty-nine years and I have been there to brag about them all. I truly hope I can make you just as proud of me, and I hope you'll be there when I get off the plane, yelling " hey that's my Mom!"
I love you beyond words, and I am so blessed to have you as my daughter and my friend!
LOVE YOU BABE****Friends Forever

A Flag Of Love

2008-12-28T17:13:00.000-08:00

Christmas 2008, brought many emotions, one being gratitude and love. Tiffany made me a flag with several stripes and colors. Each strip and color having a significant meaning for my journey to Africa and my trek on Mt. Kilimanjaro. The gift made me cry, as each member of the family had put their hand print on it, written a message, and signed it. I LOVED IT! It gives me hope and encouragement that everyone is behind my African quest. Along with the flag, which I will carry with me and proudly fly while on the mountain, was a card explaining each color and meaning: Tiffany has always had a way with words, however this time the words mean so, so much to me. The meaning of my one of a kind flag are:

First: each persons hand print means:

I'll have my families helping hands should I need them.

Second the meaning of the colors are:

Red: ENERGY & VITALITY,

Grey: FRIENDSHIP (friends forever Tiff)

Green: LIFE

Yellow: LOVE

White: COMPLETION

Blue: INSPIRATION

It is hard for me to believe that I encompass any of the above, but hopefully by the time I get back from Africa, my name and the above words go hand in hand.

Fulfilling A Dream, Is Like A River

2008-12-19T19:29:00.000-08:00

After graduating from nursing school in 1975, a humanitarian mission was one of my goals as a nurse, a goal I set thirty-three years ago. In November of 1975, Buck and I moved to Preston, Idaho, so he could do a lineman apprenticeship for UP&L. January 1976 I found myself working on the Orthopedic Unit at the old Logan Hospital I was there that I that I became best friends with a CNA, by the name of Mabel. Mabel, was from West Africa, here in the United States going to school. Mabel and I were the out casts of the unit as she was very black and I very non Mormon. Though were were treated rude by racial patients and arrogant staff, we had each other and we were just fine with it all. Thirty-three years ago I expressed to Mabel, my desire to see Africa. Mabel and I visited each shift about her home land. I know she would be amazed to hear I am going to East Africa, I can see here smiling at fulfilling my dream. Here's to you my old African friend, here's to you Mabel!
I suppose a dream is like a river, ever changing as it goes, and finally both dreams are becoming a reality. A reality that I often wondered about, but held on to the dream!!
While listening to the radio the other day and thinking about my upcoming journey,"The River" by Garth Brooks came on, it says it all. I'll sail my vessel, 'til the river runs dry! Not only iwth my upcoming trip, but with life itself.

You know a dream is like a river
Ever changin' as it flows
And a dreamer's just a vessel
That must follow where it goes
Trying to learn from what's behind you
And never knowing what's in store
Makes each day a constant battle
Just to stay between the shores...
And I will sail my vessel
'Til the river runs dry
Like a bird upon the wind
These waters are my sky
I'll never reach my destination
If I never try
So I will sail my vessel
Til the river runs dry
Too many times we stand aside
And let the waters slip away'
Til what we put off 'til tomorrow
Has now become today
So don't you sit upon the shoreline
And say you're satisfied
Choose to chance the rapids
And dare to dance the tide...yes
I will sail my vessel
'Til the river runs dry
Like a bird upon the wind
These waters are my sky
I'll never reach my destination
If I never try
So I will sail my vessel
'Til the river runs dry
There's bound to be rough waters
And I know I'll take some falls
But with the good Lord as my captain
I can make it through them all...yes
I will sail my vessel
'Til the river runs dry
Like a bird upon the wind
These waters are my sky
I'll never reach my destination
If I never try
So I will sail my vessel
'Til the river runs dry
Yes, I will sail my vessel
'Til the river runs dry
'Til the river runs dry

Off I Go Into The Wild Blue Yonder

2008-12-01T06:50:00.000-08:00

My ticket is bought, my bags are getting packed...it is off I go into the wild blue yonder. I will be leaving Salt Lake on the 27th of January. Bitter cold here, but summer in Africa. The rest of the departing flights and returning flights look like this:

Itinerary
LAURA ANN WALL
Reservation code: KJRONZ
E-ticket number:
0127386073374 - NW/KL
0317386073349 - Precision Air

Tue, Jan 27
Flights: KLM ROYAL DUTCH AIRLINES, KL 5167 From: SALT LAKE CITY, UT (SLC)
Departs: 8:30am To: MINNEAPOLIS ST PL, MN (MSP) Arrives: 12:30-- 15A Mileage: 990

Flights: KLM ROYAL DUTCH AIRLINES, KL 6042 From: MINNEAPOLIS ST PL, MN (MSP)
Departs: 3:15pm Tue, Jan 27 To: AMSTERDAM, NETHERLANDS (AMS)
Arrives: 6:30am Wed, Jan 28 Duration: 8 hour(s) and 15 minute(s) Mileage: 4155

Wed, Jan 28
Flights: KLM ROYAL DUTCH AIRLINES, KL 0569 From: AMSTERDAM, NETHERLANDS (AMS)
Departs: 10:10am To:TANZANIA (JRO) Arrives: 8:35pm Duration: 8 hour(s) and 25 minute(s) Mileage: 4288

Wed, Feb 4
Flights: PRECISION AIR, PW 0725 From: KILIMANJARO, TANZANIA (JRO)
Departs: 7:40pm To: NAIROBI KENYATTA, KENYA (NBO)
Arrives: 8:30pm Duration: 50 minute(s) Mileage:147

Tue, Feb 17
Flights: NORTHWEST AIRLINES, NW 8566 From: NAIROBI KENYATTA, KENYA (NBO)
Departs: 10:50pm Tue, Feb 17 To: AMSTERDAM, NETHERLANDS (AMS)
Arrives: 5:30am Wed, Feb 18 Duration: 8:40 hours Mileage: 4147

Wed, Feb 18
Flights: NORTHWEST AIRLINES, NW 0041 From: AMSTERDAM, NETHERLANDS (AMS)
Departs: 10:20am To: MINNEAPOLIS ST PL, MN (MSP) Arrives: 12:30pm Duration: 9 hours

NORTHWEST AIRLINES, NW 1897 From: MINNEAPOLIS ST PL, MN (MSP) Departs: 2:20pm
To: SALT LAKE CITY, UT (SLC) Arrives: 4:08pm Duration: 2 hour(s) and 48 minute(s)

Oh Boy looks like fun....really the scariest part for me are the airports adn making sure Bryson ( my guide) is there to pick me up. Thank goodness I have long lay overs so I can find where I need to be, find it, sit and wait for the next leg of the LONG flight. I was given two MP3 players for my birthday. My plan is to put music on one and movies and books on tape on the other. I think I'll pack me a lunch along with a Phenergan or two ( it makes me really sleepy) for the eighteen plus hours into Africa. Sure hope they have Diet Pepsi on this airline!!!

Look Out Africa, Here I Come!

2008-11-03T17:17:00.000-08:00

Last night I attended the first of three meetings for my upcoming trip. It was nice to meet everyone and get all the needed information for my life changing journey. In introducing myself, I am the one of the oldest team members, but the way I look at it we can teach those kids a thing or two. Being the planner that I am, I have ask a million and one questions, therefore they have nicknamed me,"Million & One" All I can say is how do you know if you don't ask.

The dates have been confirmed for the expedition for February 1-17, however I will be going a week earlier so I can climb the mountain and do a safari. Sorry, I won't be kicking Valentines, so keep and eye out for Buck.

An added bonus for the group is we can, for a little added money have a lay over in Amsterdam. Not Switzerland, but close.

I am so excited to do something for those who need help so desperately. I hope my family, especially Tiffany & TJ see me as a mentor, a hero and a positive influence. I can only hope they to on day go far beyond what they every thought they could.

As for me all I can say is LOOK OUT AFRICA HERE I COME!!!!!!

IF.......

2008-10-04T06:53:00.000-07:00

If I Had My Life to Live Over....

If I had my life to live over, I would have talked less and listened more,
laugh and cried less while watching television and more while watching life.

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I would have invited friends over for dinner even if the carpet was stained,
the sofa faded and dinner was nothing more than tuna casserole.

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I would have eaten the popcorn in the "good' living room and worried much less
about the dirt when someone wanted to light a fire in the fireplace.

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I would have taken the time to listen to my grandmother ramble about
her youth, hoping one day my granddaughter might do the same.

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I would never have insisted the car windows be rolled up on a fresh
spring day, because my hair had just been teased and sprayed.

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I would have burned the pink candle sculpted like a rose before it melted in
storage and I'd allowed my family to use those “decorative towels” in the bathroom.

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I would have played on the lawn with my children, not worrying
about grass stains, nor the laundry that wasn’t being done.

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I would have shared more of the responsibilities carried by
my husband, and hoped he would have done the same for me.

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I would have gone to bed when I was sick instead of pretending the
earth would go into a holding pattern if I weren't there for the day.

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I would never have bought anything just because it was practical,
or on sale, wouldn't show soil or was guaranteed to last a lifetime.

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Instead of wishing away nine months of pregnancy, I'd have

cherished every moment and realized that the wonderment growing
inside me was the only chance in life to assist God in a miracle.

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When my kids kissed me impetuously, I would never have said,

"Later now go get washed up for dinner, or its past your bedtime!"
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I would cherish each and every moment spent with my family,
my children, and my grandchildren, knowing one day could be my last.

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I'd live by the advise of an old friend, "never judge others

by their actions while judging yourself by your intentions."

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There would have been many, many, more

"I love you's".. and just as many, "I'm sorrys"...

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I would have never wasted time, I'd realized time is the

greatest gift of all, a gift that comes your way only once.
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I’d never live my life so my choices, actions,

and reactions hurt no one, including myself.
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I would live my life not only to be human, but humane,
giving as much as I could to the humanity of mankind.
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But mostly, given another shot at life, I would embrace every minute...
look at it and really see it ... live it...and never, never give it back...........

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I found this poem in a box of my Moms. As I read it, it seemed to grab me as if parts of it was written for me. Yes, I have changed a few words and added several lines that I hope I can live by. As it seems very appropriate not only for my upcoming humanitarian trip, but the person I hope I can be for my friends, my family and myself.

A Mother's Blessing

2008-09-30T20:27:00.000-07:00

Needless to say Mom, is not really thrilled about me going to Africa. From the day I was chosen as a team member for the upcoming January-February expedition she has tried to be enthusiastic, but she is extremely nervous about me traveling to a foreign country. Mom is also not happy about my decision to climb Mt. Kilimanjaro or to go on a photography safari. I'm not really sure if she is worried about me, or herself and not having me close by for a month. I have tried to ease her fears, by getting myself in good shape, learn the culture and a little of the language, but she is a nervous wreck about the whole idea. However, I know I will go with her blessings for a rewarding, safe trip.

Little does she know Mom, has been an amazing teacher and I admire her so much. Mom has been the rock of our family for so many years and has taught all of us right from wrong, kindness, compassionate, and to give to those less fortunate than ourselves. So without a doubt when I go to serve the women and children of Kenya, a big part of Mom will go with me. All I can say it thanks Mom for all you have done for me and your unconditional love. As a Mother, myself I have some pretty big shoes to fill. I love you, Mom!

LIFE

2008-09-15T07:22:00.000-07:00

Life is like a grinding stone. Whether it grinds you down or

polishes you up, simply depends on what you're made of...

The curves life throws can sometimes be disheartening not once, but twice. It seems the 2002 pulmonary problems I had are weighing heavy on my decision as whether to climb or attempt to climb Mt. Kilimanjaro. I recently chose to get Dr. Alward, my pulmonaligist's opinion on climbing THE mountain. After reviewing my medical records his initial opinion was he wondered is it was a good idea, stating it could be the life or death decision. However, I will undergo a CT scan, chest x-ray, and pulmonary function tests to confirm or disclaim his opinion. After nine months of mental and physical training, the big question is; will my quest to try reach the Roof of Africa all come down to the dark days of February 2002, and the damage done? I have also chosen not to let my Heptaligist know I am going to Africa, as he too I am sure will not think it is a good idea. In other words, I have to go with my gut feeling about whether this trip is good for me.

I have my trip almost half paid for and I am reaching my personal goal of collecting 100 each of crochet hooks, reading glasses, packages of colored pencils, crayons, notebooks, pens, pencils, yarn and rag dolls. My excitement continues to grow for the lives I will touch, and the lives that will not doubt touch mine.

AFRICA or BUST

2008-09-04T13:26:00.000-07:00

Africa here I come! I recently received a letter of information concerning my upcoming expedition, a letter to give me a heads up of my role. Many folks know I am a "planner" and I like all my ducks in a role, as one of my biggest pet-peeves is being unorganized. The letter gave me a list of items and supplies I could work on now, of which I am grateful for. Though the timing will probably be better the last of January through the first of February, is also right after Christmas.
So all in one I am trying to take care of Mom, work as much as I can to pay for my trip, pay for supplies to take and buy and make Christmas gifts. So days all I can think is what would I do if I had nothing to do. Maybe have a nap would a dandy idea, but I have little time to waste.
On my list is school supplies, yarn, fabric, glasses, kids books, rag dolls, and several other things. It also ask if I had something specific I would like to take or teach. Though I haven't come up with to many ideas, I would like to possibly put together some "Compassion Kits" for those women who have AIDS. These woman have been shunned from society and have very little if not nothing. I have thought about how we women all like to smell nice, look nice, and feel nice. I thought a kit with nail polish, lotion, perfume, face cream, etc would be nice. So with that in mind along with several other things I will donate, I will try to donate kits to make so woman I don't know feel better about herself, if only for a little while.
I continue to train to climb the mountain, also I see the Pulmonaligist on September 8th, to get his advice about this crazy idea at my age, and with my past medical history. I've tried to think about what I will do if he says it could be a life threatening idea, possibly climb as high as I can and applaud my efforts, for at least I tried. I have always told Tiff & TJ, finish what you start, and just do the best you can. After all that is all you or anyone else can ask of you or you can ask of yourself.

King's Peak--Courage or Crazy--Courage In Women Is Often Mistaken For Insanity!

2008-08-14T15:22:00.000-07:00

A couple of weeks ago Karen Boothe, my friend from work invited me, to go on a back packing trip to the Unitas, to hike Kings Peak. I jumped at the chance as this would be great training for hiking Mt. Kilimanjaro. As Kings Peak is the highest mountain in Utah at 13,528. After all I had been hiking, walking, running, swimming, and lifting weights, but I soon learned backpacking brings a whole new meaning to the word exercising. With great enthusiasm I spent $150.00 on a cute mint green, backpack especially for women. The first thing I added to my cute green pack was three small notes Tiff, TJ and Brykn had written to me. Both Tiff's & TJ's had been written several years ago, Tiff always said the "Love Notes" would keep me safe where ever I went. I have carried them with me for 18 years, and I wasn't about to leave them home. Then I proceeded to pack what I would need to be comfortable for four days in the wilderness. Comfort soon went out the window, as I had a hard time even picking up the 45 pound backpack, let alone hiking with it for four days. Several of the comforts of home stayed home as I rearrange the pack five times. I finally had the backpack weight down so I could at least get in on myself, and it was off to met my all women packing party in Salem

Day 1--5:00 a.m.
It was off to Henry's Fork in the high Unitas Mountains, enthusiasm and anticipation in tow. After a long ride we arrived at the trail head, packs on at about noon. Everyone was so excited to get going, including me, as I really didn't know what was in store of me. It was five miles of hiking a steep trail, until we found a place by the river in order to set up camp. I, myself didn't really care about being by the river, all I could think was let's just sit down!!! The tent was soon set up and then it was off to the river to filter some water to drink. My thinking was, oh those poor pioneer ancestors who pushed, pulled, and hike their way across mountain after mountain with far more than a 45 pound user friendly backpack. Dinner was a "freeze dried" meal, filling, but no T-bone steak dinner. Soon it was off to bed on my handy little Therma-Rest Pro-lite 4-mattress, and my 20 below, $200.00 down filled mummy sleeping bag. Well I'm here to tell you the mattress is no pillow top, I have bruises on my butt from the rocks under it. However, I did get my money's worth on the bag as I died of the heat. Needless, to say I slept about three hours and then it was time to get up and start up the mountain, with my inner voice loudly proclaiming OH HELL!!

Day 2--6:00 a.m.
The elevation 10,000 feet, the thick timber and ground brush made hiking difficult. Then add all the rocks, boulders, creeks, plus the mud and life soon got a bit harder. The trail, and I, use that term lightly was narrow and hard to navigate at time. All I could think when coming to a difficult area was T.J. saying “Just step and go Mom, you can do it." Why I even amazed myself at how good I got at balancing on rocks covered with moss, and I repeat not falling ONE time. Lunch was a welcome relief as I inhaled my bagel and tuna, then it was off for the last five miles of our ten mile day. At about six miles the black thunder clouds rolled in and it poured for three hours. I have become a fan of hiking, however hiking in the rain, not so much. This day we were not only putting up the tent, but putting up the tent in the cold rain. Oh HELL, what was I thinking, and where is my trailer. Truthfully, I was thinking if I had cell phone service and I knew how to tell Buck & T.J. where I was, I'd tell them to come get me. Yes, it really did cross my mind for a split second, and then it was time to get all my wet clothes off and get warm. The trick was trying to find my dry clothes in that damn green backpack. The weather cleared and dinner and a fire was enjoyed by all, or should I say the fire was used as a clothes dryer. Cindy dried her bra, and Dianna dried her socks, and Joy hung her garments over the fires heat. Soon it was bed time again; I dreaded that sucky Pro-lite air mattress, which was more like a thin ground cover mat, and my hot goose down sleeping bag. I now know why those geese fly north in the summer, all that goose down is a bit much! I again only slept about four hours, as it rained all night and my back and hips were killing me.

Day 3--6:00 a.m.
Elevation 11,100, today it was off with the backpacks, on with the fanny pack and a nine mile hike to the summit of King's Peak. I felt really good and was so glad not to have the stupid green pack on my back. Hiking to Gun-Sight Pass was really pretty easy and a gorgeous view. The problem is you get to the top of the pass and then you drop back down again, so you end up hiking the same distance twice. Finally King's Peak was in sight, majestically reaching toward the sky. Hiking was difficult as we were hiking straight up over massive boulders, snow, ice, and water. Then suddenly out of no where a huge lighting storm settled in. All I could think was too huddled under a boulder until passed. By now we are at 12,117 feet it was snowing-sleeting and cold. I was exhausted, not to mention the altitude was getting to me. My toes and fingers, were tingling and numb and my lips were blue, I was nauseated and dizzy. I got to all but 1417 feet to the top and that was good enough for me. After all for someone who had never hiked, or had been athletic, I was pleased with my hike. The storm passed after about two hours and it was back down the mountain. Karen and I took our time, enjoying the wild flowers and the beauty of the King of the Utah mountains. That evening I was more than ready for bed, even if it was like sleeping on cement. I remembered I had packed a Phenergan pill for nausea; however they make me really tired, thank God. I slept really well on my handy dandy paper thin pro-lite mattress, and my fluffy, warm sleeping bag.

Day 4--8:00 a.m. All I could think was I did all right and now it was time to head for the car. Little did I know it was going to be a nine mile hike down. We had started at the Henry's Fork made a complete circle, taking the scenic route and now we were making our way back. On our way back I heard someone or something hiking behind me, as I turned around it was a group of boy scouts and their leaders. This group also had ten goats that are used for hiking in the Unitas, complete with fifty pound packs. All I could think was for $50.00 a day I could have had two goats and no blasted green backpack. If I ever go again, me and the “Rent A Goat” business will be friends. Though hiking back down was easier on my lungs and my beastly pack was lighter, hiking down hill was killing on my toes and the balls of my feet. As we started the day the sun was shining, the birds sings, and I was pickin' em up, and puttin' em down. Then one more massive rain/hail storm hit. The trail soon ended up being a river running down the mountain and we couldn't really tell where to go. The forest suddenly took on the feeling of the Wizard of Oz, when the Cowardly Lion and the Tin-Man were in the haunted forest. The lighting suddenly struck about half mile in front of me and lite up the dark dense woods. I was cold, soaking wet and starving, what else could I go through. The lighting didn’t really faze me much, my thoughts were, Lord, if you’re going to strike me died now you’re going to have to do it on the run, because I'm damn sure am not stopping. With all the rain and bad weather I wonder if maybe the hiking God's were trying to tell me something. At any rate I was never so glad to see a parking lot in my life. I found myself some dry clothes and shoes, not to mention a dry, stale, half eaten Pop-Tart I had left in the car. Karen and the other hikers cheered and praised my hike saying I'd done totally awesome. Karen said she had never taken a first time backpacker on a thirty-five mile hike in the Unitas. Oh and by the way if one looks on KSL.com there will be a damn ugly green backpack, only used once for sale.

I really did have a pretty good time, it was without a doubt the most physically challenging thing I have ever done. I learn a great deal about myself and adversity, plus like Dad always said, "When the going gets tough, the tough gets going!" I was happy with my achievement and looking back to six years ago, with clots in both lungs, who would have thought I would have been able to do what I did? Certainly not me. I have thought a lot about what I learned from this trip. Today, I will contact Dr. Alward, my Pulmonaligist and will have more pulmonary tests done to see to it is really physically possible for me to hike Kilimanjaro. After all I sure don't want to die in Africa at 19,340 feet. Then Kelli would be right they would have to rename the mountain, Mt. Kili-My-Aunt-Lauri!

A Change In Plans

2008-07-14T20:13:00.000-07:00

A week ago I got a call from Sana, one of the founders of Africa Is Life Changing. The organization has decided for several good reasons, to changed the expedition dates to January and July. What a disappointment for me and I'm sure several others as we were to be leaving in October. For several days I considered bagging the idea, however, first of all I'm not really a quitter, and second it will give me an extra three months to prepare and earn more money to pay for this crusade I've been on. So, I will continue to move forward to fulfill a dream. Besides going in January I won't miss Jeannie's Halloween party, going to Gardiner Village with Tiffany for Witch's Night Out, the scrapbooking weekend in Birdseye with my friends, I'll be home on my 55th B-day, and I won't miss the births of the TWO new additions to our family, (Chad & Kelli's twins). Though I will continue to train to climb Mt. Kilimanjaro I will shift gears a little and not do as much running, my knees will be happier. Now I'm looking at some weight lifting classes and I have joined Curves simply to keep me going so I don't lose interest, but there are days when I wonder if I have lost my mind.

Thanks Tiff for the extra encouragement and reminding me of a poem I gave you years ago, while in college, entitled "Don't Quit!" I will keep plugging along and your right three more months is simply a small speck of time in the big picture of life.

Don't Quit
When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,

when the road you're trudging seems all up hill.

When the funds are low, and the debts are high,

and you want to smile, but you have to sigh.

When care is pressing you down a bit,

rest if you must, but don't you quit.

Life is queer with it's twists and turns,

as everyone of us sometimes learns.

And many a failure turns about,

when he might have won had he stuck it out.

Don't give up though the pace seems slow,

you may succeed with another blow.

Success is failure turned inside out,

the silver tint of the clouds of doubt.

And you never can tell how close you are,

it may be near when it seems so far.

So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit,

it's when things seem worse,

that you must not quit....Edgar A. Guest

Every Cloud Has A SILVER Lining

2008-06-26T11:22:00.000-07:00

On June 22nd Jeannie had a grand idea to hike to Silver Lake, up American Fork Canyon. I was game along with Lynn, and Buck. The weather was a bit warm so we got an early start at 8am. Jeannie & Lynn had been there before on horses, but had never hiked it a foot. Needless, to say we were in for a pretty good hike. The trail was good, with the exception of a couple of creeks we had to do a balancing act to get across. The area was absolutely beautiful and we could see Timp from the back side. Everything was bright green with several different species of wild flowers that almost looked fake. There was also tons, and I mean tons of large granite boulders, that sparkled in the sun light all the way to the top of the mountain. At about 8500 feet both Jeannie and I started to get a bit of a headache and fatigue. I soon realized it was altitude illness, something that has worried me all along in hiking Mt. Kilimanjaro. After a short rest the four of us kept hiking until we reached the top of the back side of Lone-Peak. What a breath taking sight Silver Lake was, with the snow coming right down to the edges of the water and the reflection of the mountain in the lake. It was a long, steep hike, but well worth it. That old saying every cloud has a silver lining was so true, as we all soon forgot how tired our legs were when we seen Silver Lake. The day was so fun, we seen a couple of moose, caught a couple fish, had a picnic, and tested my water filter. Thanks to Jeannine for suggesting the hike and Buck and Lynn for going with me. Hopefully, I will be more prepared for the 50 mile hike in Africa, thanks to every ones willingness to join the fun.

A Sign From Above

2008-06-08T15:14:00.000-07:00

Today, even though my legs and back were so stiff and sore from the 5K yesterday, Buck and I hiked to the Cindakut Mine, a six hour hike up Dry Mountain in Santaquin. At the start of the hike I was once again wondering, what I am thinking? However, I decided that once in Africa even if my entire body is sore and says, STOP, I have to keep going. So up the mountain I went. It was such a beautiful day and the wild flowers and the fragrant wild roses were just as beautiful. Each Spring the mountain wild flowers remind me so much of Dad, he loved the mountains and especially loved Indian Paintbrush's, Wild Larkspurs, and those little orange flowers. As I hiked I thought a lot of him, laughed at his little quotes, and cried because he wasn't here to encourage me in my journey. In preparing for my upcoming trip I've often wondered what he would think and would he be supportive of my decisions? Today, as I was hiking the abundance of wild flowers on each ridge seemed to be a sign from Dad. But, the real sign for me was the gracious eagle that soar above me for an hour. This eagle soared in the wind in the crystal blue sky, as if he were sky writing a message to me, a message of encouragement and good luck. I really think Dad would be tickled with my strength and courage so far, and in my mind I can hear him say, "that's is my daughter." Dad always loved bragging about his kids and grandkids to any one who would listen. I'm sure my humanitarian efforts would give him cause to brag. On the other hand, Donny, Steve, & Doug wonder why I want to go to Africa. Doug is convinced I have lost my marbles for climbing Mt. Kilimanjaro, while Donny is sure I'm going to be eaten by a lion! However, they all three agree that out of the six of us, I probably have the best chance of making it to the Roof of Africa, due to the fact that I inherited Dad's so called "strong bull-headedness." Really, I call it nothing more than a very deep determination, not knowing the meaning of NO, and an attitude of don't tell me I can't do it because I'll prove you wrong..............

What Was I Thinking

2008-06-08T07:09:00.000-07:00

"What was I thinking," played over and over again in my mind during and after the Art City Day's 5K run in Springville on May 7, 2008. I have been trying so hard to get into the very best shape I can be in, to go to Africa, including running short distances. So with encouragement from my co-workers Tiff, myself and several other for MVH entered the Art City Fun Run. I really felt good about the race before hand, after all I had finished the Race For A Cure just a few weeks earlier in pretty good fashion. However, Saturday morning brought cold temperatures, rain and wind, not prime weather for runners or Tiff and I. As we prepared to go to the race we both thought we were totally nuts for running in the rain. The minute we got out of the car, I got a little chilled and when the gun fired it all went down hill. Only two blocks into the race I got a pain in my lungs and had to walk a block or so. I tried to regain my stamina and stride, but this poor old out of shape body surely didn't want to cooperate with my, your still young, you can do it mind. I felt so, so bad for Tiff, as I had to keep stopping to power walk. I told her several times to go ahead of me, but she wouldn't. I suppose all those years of "I'll stand by you through thick and thin," Motherly Love, has now turned around into Daughterly Love.

As we rounded the corner Springville High School was insight, as we pushed to the finish line in 39:88, not a great finish by no means, but a finish. I was so upset with my performance, my time, and most of all for letting Tiff down. However, as I think about it I have never in my life been athletic and never before ran any kind of race. So all in all I suppose it wasn't to bad and far better that a year ago, not to mention a total miracle from five years ago when the odds were against menot once, but twice not to even be here. I am not one to wallow in self pity or stew about my failures, but rather move on and just keep telling myself I can succeed. Tiff, is thinking about running the West 5K in July and wanted me to come, I will go, but I want her to run at her speed and my at my slower speed. One thing is for sure between now and then I will be doing a whole lot of running and endurance training. As far as this past race, sorry Tiff, thanks for running and sticking with me, we'll do better next time.

POLE-POLEY!!!

2008-05-30T07:48:00.000-07:00

What a gorgeous day for a hike, a bit breezy, but the perfect temperature for hiking. Plus the mountain aroma going up to Timpanogos Cave was so refreshing. Jeannie has agreed to hike a mountain every couple of weeks or so with me so we started with a groomed trail hike. I am hoping by the time I leave for Africa in October, I'll be in great shape and possibly have everyone else in great shape too, just in time for the deer hunt. The morning was just fun and relaxing as we didn't push it up the mountain, but rather we "Pole-Poley," Swahili for "Slow-Slower" up the mountain. The wild flowers were blooming and the smell of pine was like a breathe of fresh spring air. It was simply a really fun morning, plus it is funny how a good hike sure makes you sleep like a rock at night.

It's Getting Closer

2008-05-27T20:40:00.000-07:00

Well I just received news on my upcoming trip to Africa and my reservation confirmation to climb Mt. Kilimanjaro....or in Kelli's words, Mt. Kila-My-Aunt-Lauri. Though I don't know the exact date of departure the trip it is set for the third week in October. Oh, boy it is getting closer!!! Sorry Jeannie, it sounds like I will miss the annual Halloween party, maybe you all can dress up like Africans, with a bone in your nose and one in your hair in my honor! The other good news is there are two or three others who also want to climb the mountain, a little moral support would be nice while on the mountain. But if they back out I am still going to give it my best shot. I am working each payday on getting more of the necessities for my trip. I had no idea a good sleeping bag cost $300.00 and hiking boots another $230.00. All I can say is all this money is one more incentive for me to make it to the top!

Hiking Y Mountain

2008-05-20T15:06:00.000-07:00

All my co-workers, old and young have been curious about how the training is progressing for my up-coming trip to Africa. Many are skeptical about me climbing Mt. Kilimajaro, and many are just asking WHY? So in an effort to have fresh hiking buddies, I have orginaized a Mountain View Hosptial ER/ICU hiking trip each week. Though we had planned to go several times before it seemed like something came up or the weather didn't cooperate. However, today five of us hiked Y Mountain, just for fun. Though I had never been up there before, Karen Boothe had and took the lead. Orville and I brought up the rear, while Jen Thomas actually ran up the mountain. It was a 45 minute hike each way, with an amazing view of the entire county from the top. It was great fun on a beautiful spring day, next week it's either Timp or Sundance.

Save the TAW-TAW'S Has Gone Country!

2008-05-12T09:56:00.000-07:00

Save the Taw-Taw's went country, cuz we were Tough Enough To Wear Pink! May 11, 2008 what an inspiring day as several of us ran the 5K Race for a Cure. In trying to get myself in shape for Africa, power walking and jogging has become a ritual 3 to 4 times a week. And in an effort to prove to myself I have the strength mentally and physically I joined the band wagon with Chad, Kelli and Jeannie in running the Breast Cancer 5K. It was so inspiring just to see the amazing support for a cure, that stemmed from one sister's promise to her dying sister to do all she could to find a cure for breast cancer.

We started the race at the Gateway ran 3.2 miles and ended back at the Gateway. I was excited about the race until I got sick the night before, as I vomited all night and got very little sleep. Laying on the couch so tired and nauseated, I thought of all the countless women who go through chemo and are deathly sick for weeks. I gathered myself up put my shoes on and headed for Salt Lake and in the end was so thankful I did. We all pretty much started the race together, but soon ended up in pairs, except for Chad, he took off like a bullet. (Though in his words he had a little help from a very special angel.) Kelli and Heath ran as a pair, Natalie and Tiffany were the middle pair, with Jeannie and I brought up the rear finishing in 42:10, not to bad for a couple of old gals! The best part about being last was everyone was there cheering for us as we crossed the finish line, which brought tears to our eyes. Cheering the loudest for me was Tiff as she ran along with me the last hundred feet, and at the finish line there was Brykn with flowers. My Little Buddy was so cute and seemed so proud as he hugged me and said, "Great Job Mam-Maw.... All I could think at the time was I got the chance to finish, which was a lot more than one in four women get the chance to do, because of breast cancer.

I was focused at the time, but looking back at the entire day, I am humbled by the effects of breast cancer. There was a gentleman in front of us wearing a sign in honor of his wife. The sign read; I run in honor of my STRONG, COURAGEOUS, BEAUTIFUL...WIFE! His wife who was also running was completely bald, very thin, and extremely pale from the chemo.

Then the survivors parade was also very touching, as women from all ages marched in honor or their beating the disease. Though I'm sure some are still not out of the woods. I will never forget the one woman who proudly, and ecstatically jumped up and down as she waved to her family.

I have thought a lot about the power of one woman and I truly needed to do more for humanity. One thing is for sure I will be back next year running proudly with and for not only myself but, my mother, my sisters, my daughter, my future granddaughters, my nieces, and my girlfriends, all running hand in hand and side by side. Not just running, but running for a cure!!!

Great Family Support

2008-05-01T10:11:00.000-07:00

I have been so inspired by all the family support in my quest to reach Africa. I really had no idea how many people would be cheering me on, encouraging and helping me fulfill a dream. I got the nicest card yesterday from Aunt Betty and her family along with $100.00. I have chosen to buy shoes for orphaned children once in Africa, which I am sure will bring a smile to my face, the children's, and Aunt Betty's. From one nurse to another, Thanks A Bunch, I love you guys and I am honored to carry a little piece of you all with me when I go in October.

A "Redneck" Gym

2008-04-17T11:34:00.000-07:00

People ask me all the time what gym I go to. My reply is, "The Redneck Gym." Being the thrifty person I am, I am not about to pay to walk or run on a tread mill, lift weights or use all that fancy gym equipment. Nor, do I want to listen all those other out of shape folks huff and puff, moan and groan as they work out. And the last thing I want to do is smell all those sweaty bodies, as most gyms smell like a mens locker room. With all these things in mind I have found my OWN gym, a gym free of charge. I like to walk or run in the outdoors, most often around the Bend Lane, for this country girl it is the best treadmill there is. I also use the exempt railroad tracks to stretch out my legs. I usually go 2-3 miles on the track skipping every other one railraod tie. As far as weights are concerned I simply pick up two heavy rocks, one for each hand and I'll lift them as I walk. I try to hike somewhere that there is a gate, and climb over it ten times, sort of a hillbilly obstacle course. Then again there are a variety of mountains around so I can take my pick as how high I am willing to go each day. The smell of cut grass, fresh rain, and wild flowers sure does beat sweaty bodies. The sights and sounds of my gym are amazing, each day I hear the crickets and frogs in the swamps. The sand hill cranes, geese,and ducks, calling for their mates as they fly off the water. Not to mention the cows bellering for their calves, the horses snorting at me, and the sheep baaing, at what to me sound like "Ba-Ba Black Sheep." There are so many sights to see and enjoy every day. Simple things such as a butterfly flying from flower to flower, a lizard scurrying under a rock, Lily pads drifting in the pond or a herd of deer running up the mountain. Sights and sounds that in this fast pace world are nice to simply take the time and enjoy each day. I suppose only a redneck-country girl would think all this is far better than a state of the art gym, but I say try it you might like it too.....

If You Go Up, You Gotta Come Down

2008-04-12T14:04:00.000-07:00

Hiking is a must to get in good enough shape to go to Africa. Though just thinking about it each weekend can in it's self be tiring. I really enjoy the hiking and the outdoors once I get off the couch. Although as I stand at the bottom of a mountain in the Goshen Valley it really doesn't look that high, but half way up it suddenly looks huge. Though I go up the mountain pretty good, it that coming down that is a little rough. T.J. likes to think of himself as my hiking instructor. He tells me, "just step and go," or "Mom you hike like a girl." Well, I suppose I do, as I take dainty little steps, trying to place my feet just right so I don't tumble to the bottom. T.J. on the other hand goes like crazy up and down the mountain, not paying any attention to where he is stepping. He makes it look sooooo...easy, maybe it is the thirty-five year difference in our ages. However, together we have a great time hiking and talking and giving each other a bad time. For T.J. one of the best things is we usually see a herd or two of deer. I am not sure if he is likes the hiking, or if he is scouting a 'Big Buck" for the fall hunt. Whatever it is it okay, as I suppose we are killing two birds with one stone.

It is funny how life does an about-face. For the past fifteen years T.J. has always brought me back a "PRUDDY" rock from his hunting trips, (of which I still have all of them) now I have guaranteed him I will bring him back a pretty rock from the highest free standing mountain in the world, "The Roof of Africa."

1,2,3 Pull, I'm Getting Better

2008-04-07T20:08:00.000-07:00

I've been going to water aerobics for the past seven weeks now, and I really enjoy the class. Tiffany, our instructor is young, fit, has a great shape and is a lot of fun. I try to go early and work a little on my own, either in the pool or on some of the equipment in the PT Department. When I started seven weeks ago just for fun I wanted to see if I could do a pull up using the bar. That night I was only able to do 10 pull-up's before my arms felt like rubber bands. However, tonight I am up to fifty and plan on adding five each time I go, until I am able to do hundred each class. I'm not sure if all this will help my Lunch Lady arms, but I am up to the challenge. After all I might be glad once I start up Mt. Kilimanjaro.

Training Torture

2008-04-03T08:33:00.000-07:00

I wouldn't really call training torture, as I have really begun to love the way all this exercise makes me feel. However, I have come to the conclussion there is a difference in the way the mind feels and the way the body feel, especially at the age of 54. There are days my mind is raring to go, and my body is say are you nuts. In my training schedule have tried to add several different aspects of torture. Three days a week I run/walk for 4-7 miles, one day a week I hike up and down the sand hill for 2 hours. Then it's water aerobics two days a week for 1 1/2 hours, and one day a week WE (me and a partner, who ever feels up to it), hike a mountain in the valley. The hiking is fun, but tiring, as it usually encompasses 5-6 hours of noodlely legs. When someone at works asks me why I have lost weight? I tell them what exercise I am doing and they question my sanity. Maybe I have lost it, but it sure makes me feel good. I guess this lesson in life has taught me that age is all relevant. As I will continue to lace up my shoes to hit the pavement, the water, or a mountain. After all how does one run a mile, one stride at a time, how does one climb a mountain, one step at a time!

My Bucket List

2008-03-31T12:17:00.000-07:00

In the past five years I have thought a lot about the things I would like to see or do before I "Kick the Bucket." However, I never really thought of writing it down and putting an honest effort towards my list, until we saw the movie "The Bucket List." In the last few months it is very important for me to check each item off my list. As one day I don't want to say to myself, "if only I'd have taken the time, or I wish I had." My "Bucket List" really goes in no order, I'll just check them off as I get to them.

Bucket List

1. See the Green Bay Packers play at Lambeau Field, in Green Bay, Wisconsin, giving a loud cheer for the GREAT Bart Starr.
2. Go the the Kentucky Derby, for the Run for the Roses.
3. Stand in honor at the bottom the Statue of Liberty.
4. Do humanitarian medical mission to Africa. ***Fulfilled mission to Africa with AILC February 2009.
5. Walk/Run a 5K for a good cause. ***HOORAY I did it! May 11 2008 I ran and finished the Race for a Cure 5K for Breast Cancer. I joined the band wagon with Kellie and Jeannie in honor of Judy Taylor, Lari Downs, Jane Jex and countless others. It was so inspiring and I finished the race in 42:10 not bad for an "old lady"
6. Catch a Blue Marlin off the coast of California.
7. Fly with a Medical Helicopter service *** After giving up my dream of flying with a Medi-Vac unit during the Vietnam War, I was able to fly with Air-Med three different times, it was totally AWESOME!
8. Restore an old car preferably a 1955-56 Mustang
9. Continue to live my life, so as when my name is mentioned people think of kindness, compassion, integrity, fun loving, hard working, and creative.
10. Visit all 50 states as adult *** Utah, Nevada, Colorado, Texas, Ohio, Illinois, Florida, California, Arizona, Idaho, Washington, Wyoming, Missouri, Washington D.C. Alaska, (15 down, 35 to go)
11. Attend the Rose Parade in Pasadena, California.
12. Inspire someone to go beyond what they ever thought they possibly could. *** Hopefully, I inspired someone out there, after I climbed Mt. Kilimanjaro!!!
13. Honor my heritage by passing it on to future generations*** ( My scrapbooks have been done on my maternal side, a book on my Mom's life, I am starting my fraternal side soon.)
14. Make it known to everyone I meet, that my deepest love, my best friends, and my greatest contribution to the world have always been and will always be my children.

15. Climb Mt. Kilimanjaro, after all it's only a mountain. ***YES, YES, YES!!!! I did it January 28, 2009. Yes, it is only a mountain, but one hell of a long hard hike!!!

16. Go Parachuting on my 60th B.-Day.

17. See Disney World through the eyes of children, my grandchildren.

18. Make a profound difference in someones life. *** Several years ago I was able to arrange to have a Hispanic child's "Crossed Eyes" surgically repaired. The surgery was done free of charge to the parents thanks several who happyly accepted my request and choose to get involved. The surgery and all the efforts including my own were broadcast on Channel 2 with myself and Dr. Linton speaking. Six weeks after the surgery, Edwardo Garica could see things he had never been able to focus on before. His overall health improved greatly and today Edwardo Garcia is a 13 year old, doing very well and has perfect 20/20 vision and loves to read.

19. Tour Europe, seeing Switzerland, Greenland, England and more!

20. Take a photography class.. Something I have always been interested in.

*** (done or somewhat complete)

Great News

2008-03-23T18:44:00.000-07:00

In the past three years I have had my blood drawn each month to track how my Auto Immune Hepatitis is doing. I have pretty much gotten use to elevated levels, and don't pay to much attention to the results. My philosophy is what will be, will be.... and just live life to the fullest. However, on the 22 of March I got GREAT NEWS, all levels were completely normal! This is something I haven't seen in three years. Why, even my liver enzymes were in the low-normal range. The Hepatitis Panel still shows the Auto Immune, but at much less than in the past three years. Hooray, it is still in remission. SOOOOO.....that means I am going to keep training and giving the 5K in May and Africa in October all I have. The best part is I have the support of all my family, as everyone seems as excited as I am, or maybe they are just pacifying me. Either way I am thrilled everyone is supporting me in this life changing journey.

My Mentor

2008-03-17T11:25:00.001-07:00

After all these years of wanting to do a humanitarian mission of some sort, but not knowing where to begin, it was Karen Boothe, an EMT at MV Hospital, who pointed me in the right direction. Karen, who has been to Africa on four missions has been so helpful and sort of a mentor for me. Karen who was born in Australia, went to boarding school in New Zealand and college in Hawaii has seen the world on many occasions. Karen, has also done several "Iron Man" competitions, need less to say she is in great shape. She is also sharing a huge amount of knowledge with me about the mission plus, climbing Mt. Kilimanjaro, which she has done twice. With her advice in preparing I, and a partner most often Buck, and last weekend Tiff, are climbing a mountain around Goshen once a week. I can now go like hell up the mountain, but I walk like an old lady coming down. Buck keeps telling me I can't just hike to the top of Mt Kilimanjaro and then call him to come get me down, so I'll keep at it. Hiking is something I have found a new love for and I really enjoy it, although I not sure if my poor partners love it.

HOORAY

2008-03-14T11:06:00.000-07:00

Just a few days ago I received a phone call from Sana, one of the directors of Africa Is Life Changing, I am the first team member chosen for the October 2008 expedition to Africa. It is not yet known, however, if we will go to Kenya or Tanzania. I am thrilled and honored to chosen and will continue to walk, hike, and run to get in the best shape I can be this upcoming for trip. It's hard to believe, me, Lauri Wall a nurse at MVH headed for Africa. YE-HAW, YE-HAW!!!!

The Application

2008-03-13T15:56:00.000-07:00

Africa is Life Changing is the non-profit organization that I am hoping to be accepted as a team member for a mission in October of 2008. The organization is a team of 15-30 women of all ages and education and professions. The team goes to Kenya to aid women and children with HIV and other health issues. When I was first told of the organization, by co-worker Karen Boothe, I knew I would fit in with the groups thinking and mission statement. I promptly, with the help of my personal writer ( Tiffany) sent my application in. Along with some personal information this is what we wrote.

The skills, talents, and hobbies that encompass my life are, thirty-four years nursing experience in many different aspects of nursing. Currently and for the past eighteen years an ER nurse. I am ACLS, PALS, and BLS Certified, as well as CCRN Level 2. Have taken classes to be a Certified Diabetic Instructor. I am an excellent seamstress, novice quilter, crocheter and needle worker. Avid scrap-booker, as well as a novice genealogist. I especially love to shop, (til I drop with my daughter.) Have "Grandma Days" with my Lil' Buddy, and go 4-wheeling with my son. I enjoy gardening, hiking, camping, fishing, and spending time with family. I love kids, the elderly and am very much a people person.

The reason I want to go to Africa: As a little girl, I dreamed of being a nurse I was amazed at every aspect of the profession--from the stark white uniforms and crisp caps, to the prospect of "healing the unhealable." As I grew older, my fascination with nurses and my desire to be one didn't wane. And, after a lot of hard work and dedication, my dreams of becoming a nurse were a reality. That was thirty-four years ago. Thirty-four years ago, I promised to do everything I could to help those who were sick, listen to family members who were concerned, and devote my professional life to helping others. And, while I quickly learned sometimes there is no such thing as "healing the unhealable," I also learned I found great satisfaction in caring for and about others. Over the past thirty-four years I have learned so much. But, through it all, probably the most important lesson I have learned is there are two types of caring--caring for the human body, and caring for the human spirit. I have a passion for and am committed to both.

Going on a humanitarian expedition is something I have always dreamed of doing. I truly want to make a difference in the lives of others and I know that being a member of your elite team is something that will be life changing. I want to experience it all, from helping with illnesses, to teaching young mothers, assisting women of all ages, to help build or repair homes and schools. Every aspect of this journey is something I want to be a part of.

I encourage you to accept me into your volunteer organization. My talents are broad and my desire to be part of your you mission is strong. I am not afraid of hard work, and I certainly don't complain when there is hard work to be done. Your organization will not be sorry if you should chose me as a member of your team. I know that if given this opportunity, I will give 100% of myself to this mission and it's goals. Even better, I know that if I am chose, I will cherish this opportunity forever.

The First Leg of my Journey

2008-03-11T20:24:00.000-07:00

From the time I was twelve, I knew I wanted to be a nurse, an ER Nurse. Over the past thirty-four years there have also been other professional goals I have wanted to experience. Though I have experienced all aspects of the poem titled "Being a Nurse" in a prior blog, there has been one aspect of my career I had not yet experienced. That being able to do a humanitarian mission. For several years I thought possibly this goal would not be obtainable, then this past January, MVH hired some new EMT's to work in the ER. One of those EMT's just happened to be Karen Boothe, from Salem. On a swing shift several weeks ago she began talking about the four humanitarian missions she had gone to Africa on. After speaking with her, watching the video of one of her trips, I was hooked and determined to go to Africa. First to help, second to fulfill a dream. Next step contact Africa Is Life Changing for acceptance.

Being a Nurse

2008-03-05T18:56:00.000-08:00

BEING A NURSE

You will never be bored.

You will always be frustrated.

You will be surrounded by challenges.

So much to do and so little time to do it all.

You will carry immense responsibility and very little authority.

You will step into people's lives and you will make a difference.

Some will bless you,...some will curse you.

You will see people at their worst; and at their best.

You will never cease to be amazed at others capacity for love, courage and endurance.

You will see life begin........and you will see it end.

You will experience resounding triumphs and devastating failures.

You will cry a lot and you will laugh a lot.

You will know what it is to be human, and what it is to be humane.

A Year Ago

2008-02-14T20:50:00.000-08:00

What a difference a year makes. A year ago as I was leaving work after a long and demanding shift, I was extremely exhausted as I drug myself to the time clock. I remember saying to myself, "Something has got to change!" With tears streaming down my face, I repeated this phrase out loud over and over again. It was that night I chose not to throw in the towel, or my stethoscope so to speak, but to take control of what I could in my life. I joined Weight Watchers, and have since lost 70 pounds. Though it has taken me a long ten months, I feel better than I have in years. In the past five years I have dealt with several health issues,and I never know when my Auto Immune Hepatitis will come out of remission. That means I plan to give life everything I can. For me that means that my "Bucket List" is going to get a lot of my spare time. I am going to go like hell for as long as I can and not live in self pity, First on my list was to lose weight, only 20 more pounds to go, then run/walk a 5K, as Brykn says "RUN, RUN, RUN Mam-maw! Then it is off to Africa on a humanitarian mission for three weeks, plus giving it all I have to try to climb Mount Kilimanjaro!