Day One - Mission and a half!
For those of you who are clever, that title has a double meaning. This is a mission, a mission from God. I’m not entirely sure what that is yet as I’m meant to be working in the office for four weeks and I don’t even know what that is. The opening talk here tonight to all the staff was basically a warning. Do not get your affirmation from kids, members of opposite of sex, peers, etc. Get it from God. This is something that I have been challenged on recently anyway so actually found this to be encouragement. We are here to provide an awesome challenging experience for the young people. That may be by washing their clothes, teaching them to do High Ropes, or making sure the camp is ticking over. No job is more important than any other. I really feel like I can learn more on my recent adventure of “serving others selflessly”. It certainly is a mission from God and I cannot wait to find out what that mission actually is.
I can hear your cries of desperation... “whats the other meaning oh wise Pete?” Well I shall tell you! I set my alarm for 3:55am this morning in order to get the coach to Heathrow. I woke up at 6:55am. Problem. BIG problem. I was going to miss my flight. I phoned people desperately trying to get a lift having just rearranged my flight again, this time for 10:25am. No-one was around, apart from the Hero. That’s how the person shall be called here as he/she may not want the glory. But they really were a hero! Got there with 3 minutes to spare. Flight was good, plenty of leg room, nice food, but felt sick as we came into land. Coach to NY was good and I really wasn’t expecting to see all the sites of NYC but I did! Amazing stuff! Couldn’t see anything from a distance due to dreadful weather but close up it was amazing. Hopefully the way back will be better. Got to camp just in time and had our introduction meeting, met a couple of people but no-one to speak of yet. I’m writing this in our dorm. Not happy with the thought of sharing with 4 yanks and 2 swedes for 27 nights, but I shall cope. My defence mechanisms have been fully implemented as all of a sudden I have a stronger Cockney accent and I’ve put my England flag up in the dorm and plan to wear England shirts for the next 5 days. A bit OTT? We shall see. Apparantly chicks dig the English accent, not that I’m interested by that of course…
Off to bed now as I’m shattered – and the kids haven’t even arrived yet!
Oh yeah, a huge thanks to those of you who were praying for me. I felt a lot of support from you all so thank you and felt God’s protection over me. Especially those who were communicating through text, some of whom were supportive well above and beyond the call of duty. You know who you are. Thank you.
I can hear your cries of desperation... “whats the other meaning oh wise Pete?” Well I shall tell you! I set my alarm for 3:55am this morning in order to get the coach to Heathrow. I woke up at 6:55am. Problem. BIG problem. I was going to miss my flight. I phoned people desperately trying to get a lift having just rearranged my flight again, this time for 10:25am. No-one was around, apart from the Hero. That’s how the person shall be called here as he/she may not want the glory. But they really were a hero! Got there with 3 minutes to spare. Flight was good, plenty of leg room, nice food, but felt sick as we came into land. Coach to NY was good and I really wasn’t expecting to see all the sites of NYC but I did! Amazing stuff! Couldn’t see anything from a distance due to dreadful weather but close up it was amazing. Hopefully the way back will be better. Got to camp just in time and had our introduction meeting, met a couple of people but no-one to speak of yet. I’m writing this in our dorm. Not happy with the thought of sharing with 4 yanks and 2 swedes for 27 nights, but I shall cope. My defence mechanisms have been fully implemented as all of a sudden I have a stronger Cockney accent and I’ve put my England flag up in the dorm and plan to wear England shirts for the next 5 days. A bit OTT? We shall see. Apparantly chicks dig the English accent, not that I’m interested by that of course…
Off to bed now as I’m shattered – and the kids haven’t even arrived yet!
Oh yeah, a huge thanks to those of you who were praying for me. I felt a lot of support from you all so thank you and felt God’s protection over me. Especially those who were communicating through text, some of whom were supportive well above and beyond the call of duty. You know who you are. Thank you.
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