When we pulled up to the driveway (a few hours earlier than originally planned, thanks to some room on a plane via stand-by), one of my daughters bolted out of the door in an over-sized yellow t-shirt. My other daughter behind her was wearing one, too. It was a joyous moment. The hugs were intense, tightly clenched, and long. The shirts were funny. They're 27 years old. They say in large black letters: "Doug Van Pelt Fan Club." My entire family used to sit together and wear them to my high school football games. So corny, but really neat. On this trip, it was ironic, because one of the lessons I learned in Africa was that the world revolved around me. This is a problem, of course, because that is not the axis upon which the world should spin. And so I was greeted with a very ego-centric t-shirt upon arrival. I had to laugh inside.
Posted by Doug Van Pelt at February 26, 2008 09:27 AMOf course, we know it revolves around Tex-Mex, of which Austin is the capitol of culinary delight.
Thanks for the chance to get to know you better. In all seriousness, I'm not sure how we get the axis back in the right place. I'm not even sure how we get our own back its right place.
Thanks for going to Uganda, I would have never met a long time neighbor had it not been for Compassion.
Posted by: Phil at February 28, 2008 03:40 PM