Drew in Romania

For sanity's sake

2010-07-16T05:06:00.000-07:00

I have been taking a break. I am truly enjoying blogging, but the "stress" of coming up with new things to talk about (non-LeBron related) is taking it's toll.

I have a few upcoming trips (including getting back down to the Dominican Republic) after which I should have plenty to talk about. This all to resume in three more weeks. I promise.

The System

2010-06-18T12:48:00.000-07:00

What every guy has been waiting for (and what every girl should be aware of), the D.R.E.W. system the full-proof system for getting any chick's undying love.

First and foremost, you need to identify the the conquest. Typically this will be someone of extreme hotness, being at least 9 or 10 on the hotness scale. Once you have marked said hottie, the system kicks immediately into effect.

D - Destroy self-confidence. The girl that has caught your eye has something about her that drew your attention her direction. This is a good thing and a bad thing at the same time. It got you to notice her, but it also protects her from people looking to get with her. After establishing some verbal connection, you need to let her know that she is no better than you are. Bring her down a peg. Leave her feeling worse about herself than before she met you. Any idea she has, no matter how good, needs to be shot down immediately and ridiculed to no end.

R - Raise hope. Show her that you have a softer side. Allow her to see some of your faux vulnerable side (which of course is just an act to get her to trust you). Allow her to think that not all of her ideas are dumb, let her "win" an argument. You need to do things that make her feel she has begun to break through your prickly exterior.

E - Engage physically. Once she believes she has entered a place that no other woman has ever gotten, she will start to let down her guard. This gives the opportunity to pressure her into doing things she has never done.

W - Walk away completely. After you have primed the relationship pump and have her thinking you are more committed than ever, now is the time you walk away. Never to return. You will leave her wanting more, wishing you would come back at a moments notice and always anticipating your return. You will leave with her loving you for the rest of her life, never being able to let go of what could have been.

This is my tried and tested method and you all know how successful I have been with the ladies over the years. (Disclaimer: I have 99% ripped this off of the "It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia" episode entitled "The D.E.N.N.I.S. System").

Done and Done

2010-06-13T13:49:00.000-07:00

The deed is done. Much to he chagrin of my parents, and most of the rest of my family, my first tattoo has been completed. I have to admit that I'm very surprised by a few things.

I'm surprised that I actually went through with it. If you're reading his I'm going to assume that you know me, which means you know I'm pretty "white bread". I rarely do things that rock the boat, or do things that could potentially make my life more difficult. So, for me to take the plunge and do this is a little out of character. I guess I'm just trying to find a little edgier side of myself.

I'm surprised by my parents' reactions. While never thrilled with the idea, at no time did they say that I shouldn't go through with it. When I got home dad's first statement was, "that didn't take long". I suppose that's better than being told to get out of the house because I'm no longer his son. ShaeShae was slightly more inquisitive and wanted to see it. While not interested in going down, they were both there for the unveiling, but didn't have much to say. Pretty much exactly what I expected, but there was a time when their displeasure would have been vocalized much more than through body language.

The last thing was that it didn't hurt as much as I expected. While there was a bit of pain at times, the experience as a whole was positive. A couple spots were more tender than others, but the pain was brief and only lasted until Jimmy (my tattoo artist) moved on to the next spot. Along with this was the realization that future tattoos don't have near the level of anxiety. It was finished in 20 minutes. Piece of cake.

I am honestly looking forward to my next tattoo experience.

It is a Small Small Free Methodist World

2010-06-06T17:28:00.000-07:00

This past Thursday I had the opportunity to travel up to Jackson, MI to spend some quality time with sister (Liz) and brother-in-law (Mark). This was partly to appease them, as they say I spend way too much time with the rest of the family, but also share in part of their new adventure.

For the first time in my life, I was able to go house hunting. For those that don't know, Mark has accepted the Worship Arts position at New Covenant in Clio, MI. The sad part is that now I have to travel even further into enemy territory to visit family, the exciting part is the fresh opportunity that awaits them.

Now to the title of this modest post. Everyone on the planet has heard of the six degrees of separation. Basically, in the Free Methodist Church you can subtract five of those degrees. The guy in charge (that sniped Mark away from Jackson) is a man named Phil Owen. The crazy thing is Liz, Mark and myself have known Phil for well over a decade. My, I believe, junior year in high school, Phil was making his way around to different camps representing Spring Arbor College (at least it was still a college at the time, it's a big time University now). He was a counselor at the camp Liz and I were at and, later in the summer, a camp that Mark was attending. Also at the camp was Phil's future cousin-in-law (I think that's correct), who was there "representing" my future alma mater.

Spencer and Lynsey Ball (who I worked very closely with in Romania) attended New Covenant for awhile and know the Owen clan very well. Lynsey's cousin (that I attended Greenville with and whom I randomly ran into on the streets of Rome, Dr. Joe Cunningham) was babysat by Phil's wife Emily. And the scary thing is, this is what we came up with in just a couple of hours. I'm sure this rabbit hole goes a lot deeper.

I am very excited for what lies ahead for Mark, Liz and New Covenant moving forward. And the degrees of separation continue to get subtracted.

Anonymous

2010-06-06T09:38:00.000-07:00

Just another reason I am finding myself more upset with the Internet. I liked the days pre-Internet where the only people contributing crazy ideas to society were the people calling into radio stations and the nutty conspiracy theorists that published their own poorly written news paper.

Now, unfortunately, anyone with a computer and an e-mail address can go on the Internet and make a complete fool of themselves. While I have no problem with people's opinions I can't begin to tell you how many times I have had the forehead smacking moments because of their stupidity. It's quickly coming to a point that many of the websites I tend to frequent I have to completely skip over the comments at the end of the article. It seems for every one intelligent poster there are 50 that bring the curve down.

There are two aspects of the anonymity that I find the mos disturbing. The first has to do with the freedom people feel to brandish their opinions about. While on the positive side this spurs debate and gets people talking, the reverse is that many of the things said would never be said in public. (If you would like to see an example of this go to cleveland.com and read the comments geared toward the Dolans and their spending habits in regard to the Cleveland Indians.)

Better to be silent and thought a fool, than to open your mouth and remove all doubt.

The other end of this is that people (instigators) use the Internet to pick fights and get a larger number of people riled up, with fewer consequnces. People that for whatever reason "get off" on other people getting mad. The word for them, in the present vernacular, is a troll. This is when an individual goes to a site, they normally wouldn't go to, just to say something against the collective thought. (an athiest on a Christian site, a Kobe Bryant fan on a LeBron James site.)

This thought has hit a little closer to home as my sister received an e-mail from a "friend" that was only looking to cause trouble. Even though everyone knows this individual, she is leaving and taking up the cause of others (which she has no business getting involved in).

So, I may be taking a break (not from blogging) from the Internet.

Also, I love the irony of this post. See if you can catch it.

Hangin' Out with Grady Time

2010-06-02T17:32:00.000-07:00

My first experience with my nephew were less than positive. It seemed as though I was going to be the uncle that he was going to just "put up" with. I was unable to be around when he first popped out and didn't get to see him until I surprised the family at Christmas time. He was not exactly thrilled with my being home. As most newborns are, Grady was fussy and irritable (especially when taken away from mom).

This continued when I returned to Romania. It didn't seem to matter how much the others reaffirmed me that he was an incredibly content little guy, I always had that sneaky suspicion he was harbouring a little resentment toward me. This continued when anytime I called home and Da and Josh were at the house Grady would wait until the moment I called to start crying. Countless conversations took place when I would simply hear the screaming in the background. Could this newest addition have a vendetta against me?

I have given Da a break from paying the babysitter a few times over the last couple weeks and I have to say that I've been pleasantly surprised. The first day watching the little guy started with a fussy morning and a very quiet afternoon (thanks in part to a two and a half hour nap). Day number two amazingly took place on the golf course. Dad, Josh, Grady and myself decided to have a guys day out on the links. Grady is nothing if not completely content when he's outside. After a quiet first three holes, Grady was ready for his bottle. We spent the fourth hole passing the kid between shots, making sure he is being fed. Grady was placed back in the stroller and slept through the last five holes. It was amazing. There was even a gentleman that came up to me to confirm that there was actually a baby on the course. Leading into the last time I watched him (just yesterday) and he was Mr. Sleepyhead. After sleeping two hours in the morning, he slept an additional two hours in the afternoon.

So, it can safely be assumed that my opinion of the little tyke is improving. I guess the fam can talk me into keeping him.

Continuation

2010-05-31T20:17:00.001-07:00

After a conversation with Laura, I decided that my last post was not as long as it should have been. I am missing a major piece of my hypothesis. There are basically two types of people people that are capable of loving others an people capable of loving themselves.

I tend to consider myself in the former of these two categories but I have known many people that are incapable of opening themselves to loving others. Selfish does not quite describe these people. The truth is there are many people that for whatever reason are takers as opposed to givers.

I love people. It's part of the reason I dedicated the last two years of my life serving others so that there may be greater growth in the mission field. It's also why I would have stayed in Korea if I was needed.

So, I have started trimming the fat of many of my friendships. I need people around me that are looking for more than what they can get out of me. Friendship is a two way street. While someone may be more invested than the other person, it does not give permission for the dominant person to walk all over the other person.

Fleshing this Out

2010-05-26T18:57:00.000-07:00

I have had a running dialogue with my dad about a specific topic which, at first, really disturbed me. As I have given it more thought, I am beginning to believe his original warning nothing but true. While simplistic enough, it is a little worrisome. The thought is this, "In every relationship one person loves more than the other".

The scary realization is that I am beginning to agree with this. And I am beginning to think it's a healthy thing for relationships. I have always been one that is quick to observe, form an idea and then speak. This has helped me to keep a cool head, but has it's dark side as I am prone to over thinking. I have seen this truth happen time and time again.

As I began talking this out loud with a friend, I have begun to realize that an important aspect that I have been ignoring is the level of sacrifice. As a Christian man I can't believe I unintentionally eliminated this aspect. The ultimate act of love ends in sacrifice (there are varying levels of sacrifice). Is the amount of love someone feels for there significant other reflected in how likely they are to sacrifice (themselves, their comfort, their future)?

Coming back to where I started. It has been several years since this idea has been planted in my head and I am still trying to find an exception to the rule. As I get to know people, and couples, I start seeing the love. The caveat I am starting to see is that the gap decreases over time.

This is just an idea that I need to expound upon, so if anyone wants to add to this thought feel free to offer some input.

2nd Random Thought

2010-05-25T17:14:00.000-07:00

(This one was talked through with Scott)

Airlines should just stop dragging everyone's opinion of them through the mud. Scott informed me that last year the airline companies made 1.6 billion dollars last year through extra fees. And still they are losing money.

Why do they keep making people mad? Why not just include everything in the original price. Nothing is more infuriating than getting to the checkout and having extra charges tacked on. As I prepared to fly home I was completely aware that I was never going to be able to pack all of my belongings into a single bag (truth be told, it was a stretch getting everything I wanted back in the two). So, I had to mentally prepare myself to deal with the hassle of paying for my extra bag not once, but twice. It would have been less of a strain for the company to just charge me for the 2nd bag with the assumption that (because I was flying across the Atlantic) I would have two bags.

Now the reverse of this, is the people that are going to raise a huge stink. I understand you can't make everyone happy. Inevitably someone would spill the beans that the airlines is charging people for bags that aren't being carried. But, who cares? Them taking on an additional $40 to the ticket price would hardly dissuade people from flying.

How about you just assume that everyone making transatlantic flights is carrying two bags and quote the price as such? You don't have to make everyone happy, just make my life a little easier.

I Don't Care...

2010-05-24T17:25:00.001-07:00

what most people think of me. People have made various decisions about me and I couldn't care less. Lots make snap judgments about me without really taking the time to get to know me. So, when I hear from others what someone thinks about me (either good or bad) it is of very little consequence. However, if I have asked for advice or wisdom then chances are I do care what you think.

This was reinforced yesterday while at the wedding a casual acquaintance decided to not acknowledge me. And as I have just said, this meant very little to me, but it put a conversation later in the night in a different light. Shortly after I had given my toast to the newlyweds, I was approached by a long time family friend. This is a lady that has known me from my infancy and has cared and loved my family for decades. The thing that threw me for a loop (especially in contrast to the other interaction) was the question asking me for my advice. This person is my senior and she waited while I gave my opinions on the questions she asked. I love Zonda (anyone from the Ohio Conference of the Free Methodist Church knows exactly who I'm talking about) and would never want to do anything to disappoint her. This is obviously one of the people that I genuinely care what she thinks of me.

I believe these people know who they are. If you don't, I'm sorry, but you probably didn't make the cut. This by no means means that I don't care what you think (because if you are reading this, you have come into my life for a specific reason), I may weigh what you tell me a little differently than "the inner circle".

Sacrifice

2010-05-23T19:25:00.000-07:00

As I sit here it is currently 10:59 on Sunday, May 23, 2010. This may seem like an inconsequential time and date to many people. I am however, not one of them. Currently a monumental television program is running, the likes of which we may never see again. The last six years has been building to this point, and I couldn't be more excited. The problem is, I am not watching this epic conclusion to one of the most complex shows of television history. I am sitting in the family room of my parent's house with the television off, trying to stay as far away from the news and social networking sites as possible. LOST is wrapping up in 30 minutes and I'm not watching it.

Now there can be some judgments made as to why as LOST-y, such as myself would be missing the apex of the show and that guess would probably be wrong. I'm not refusing to watch because it was a disappointing final season, nor am I not watching because I want to savor the experience when I am fully awake so I might soak in as much as possible. I am withholding the final two and a half hours because I wasn't able to watch the first part of the episode. And it is breaking my heart.

Full props to Laura for helping me become the LOST addict I am today. I arrived in Korea decidedly anti-LOST, because it seemed to be the popular thing to watch. It wasn't until the third season that I started watching (thankfully after the numbers had started to dip and less people seemed to be interested). Since then I have been hooked. I was even able to turn my parents and one sibling on to the show.

So, why did I miss the first hour of what might be the most important show of the decade? I was needed elsewhere. Today I was fortunate enough to witness the joining of Ben Blake and Amber Tink in holy matrimony. There are certain people in my life that I would do anything for (you know who you are, if you are in that circle I shouldn't have to tell you) and both Ben and Amber qualify for this distinction. So, when Ben asked if I would give a toast at his wedding reception I couldn't say 'no'. I am so touched that he has felt a close enough kinship with me to be able to share in his and Amber's day.

So, here I sit writing a blog for fear of seeing something that might disappoint my LOST series finale experience. But I am completely content having helped friends that I cherish and love. When it comes right down to it, it wasn't a sacrifice at all. I would make the same choice 100 out of 100 times.

The heart of it

2010-05-20T17:56:00.000-07:00

As I sat watching the season finale of "Parks and Recreation" (yes, I do enjoy this show a lot), it was mentioned by one of the characters, that won't be returning, how wonderful the heart of the main character is. The exact quote was, "If everyone in government cared as much as you, I would probably still be working in the government".

This reminded me of something I was told before leaving the Dominican Republic. I was having a conversation with Trey Joyner (a great guy I wish I could see and talk to more) and he was affirming that no matter where I would eventually end up I would be able to make friends because I am a nice guy. I cannot even begin to describe how uplifting that was to hear.

It is not an unusual thing to wonder what other people think of you. I am very fortunate to have surrounded myself with people that say the things I need to hear (whether it's the truth or not). My hope is to be as transparent as Leslie Knope.

Incommundicado

2010-05-19T16:51:00.000-07:00

For the first time in nearly five years I find myself in a compromising situation. I have a sneaky suspicion that I will be needing to get (and use on a regular basis) a cellphone. Not since leaving my Galion cell in my grandma's capable hands have a carried a phone everywhere I have gone.

It started in Korea (where Laura got very upset with this nuisance) and continued with me to the Dominican Republic (where Beth got very upset with this nuisance). While I had a phone in Romania, I only really used it to talk to one person (thank you Spencer). So, it was unused for most of my time.

What started out as playful defiance to not be like every cute little Korean 70 year old lady, jabbering away on the subway, became an apathy for the advancement of technology that may or may not have been necessary. What has become blatantly obvious is that much of the reason I was so resistant, was that I didn't want to carry around a communicative device that was essentially a constant reminder that people weren't trying to talk to me.

The flip side is also true. While I may not have people going out of their way to make plans with me, by not having a cell I was eliminating people from having that option. As I start thinking about what I need to transition back to the Dominican Republic, a SIM card is at the top of my list. I am excited to be heading back to people I know and am looking forward to the freedom that I have being able to dial them up.

My four years of being "incommunicado" is coming to an end. I'll pass along the number to anyone who's interested.

A plea for Sanity

2010-05-17T17:30:00.000-07:00

After this weekend's horrifically disappointing loss I was sitting in LaGuardia watching all of these New Yorkers pass me, I couldn't help but wonder if these people were passing judgment. "How can you root for a city that has a losing tradition like Cleveland? A sports town that isn't likely to win in your child's lifetime, let alone yours." And the truth is sports can make you hurt unlike anything in the world. For the people that reach the level of fanaticism that I consider myself residing, there is no relief from the heartache. I have written in the past about the chasm separating me from many others due to travel, sports is the same thing. There are only a handful of people I know personally that share the same level of devotion to sports that I have.

I purchased an expensive piece of hardware before departing fir Korea solely so I would be able to stay up on all my home teams.While in Romania I spent Countless nights watching those same teams at 2 and 3 in the morning. I have, at most, missed 10 Cavalier games in the last two years. So, I am a rare breed when it comes to watching my teams and it may be difficult for others to relate.

Let me break it down. Think of the worst imaginable breakup you have ever been through. Now multiply that one hundred fold and you will begin to understand. I love my American sports teams like Europeans love their soccer. So, when I say it's like a broken heart that's exactly what I mean. You read everything in the off season to prepare you for all the good that is going to come from the regular season and the playoffs and in the end, only one team acquires the ultimate goal. Leaving all others wanting. So, when the Cavs had championship aspirations this year, I bought into it. They had the best player on the planet and a supporting cast that could play every conceivable style of play. Now here is where the hurt comes in, it has been over 50 years since a Cleveland team has won a recognized championship. So the worst breakup of your life, that happens all year long every year so that you are never able to get over the other person.

My dad has never seen a proper Cleveland championship and has passed this legacy on to me. I can think of nothing more depressing, not dealing with physical suffering or death, than being a Cleveland sports fan. And unfortunately, in a couple weeks, it could get worse. Much much much worse.

Just as people love hating New York for their arrogance, people around the country hate Cleveland for the sense of superiority that they get by trashing the "Mistake by the Lake". With the possible departure of LeBron to some "greener" pasture, those same people would just continue to get louder. What has been completely unacceptable has been the Cleveland fans calling for the best basketball player on the planet, to actually leave the city he has given his heart and soul to, over the last seven years. While there are circumstances we don't understand, this is not like the Sabathia or Edwards situations. LeBron is very much so interested in remaining in Cleveland. He also has preformed at the highest level under the brightest lights. Let's all take a few minutes to collect our thoughts and think about this logically. Instead of taking out the disappointment we are feeling on the team's superstar, let's acknowledge that it's the nature of being a Cleveland fan that has some going off half cocked making these ridiculous demands.

Why Not?

2010-05-13T08:34:00.000-07:00

I have come to the conclusion that I have been asking the wrong question over the (soon to be) 28 years. For me, personally, it has always been a question of why. Why do people do the things they do? Why does Mike Brown refuse to play a small lineup against the Celtics? Why do Koreans believe in fan death? Why do Romanians believe that walking around barefoot will cause arthritis?

These questions are all well and good. The question I have started asking recently is, "Why not?". When I see seven men watching one man do all the work, "Why shouldn't they be?". When I see a man driving down the wrong way of a one way street, "If he's not going to be arrested, why not?".

There are some advantages to this line of thinking. First, it gives me a fall back sarcastic comment when I see someone doing something stupid. It also gives me a little perspective. I have always been a fairly level headed individual and this simple change of thinking allows me to see the humor of things that normally annoy me. A kid tapping their pencil on the desk (a pet peeve of teachers everywhere), as long as it's not disrupting the other kids, "Why not?".

As long as it is not causing any harm (and sometimes when it is), just asking yourself, "Why not?" with a grain of salt can go a long way.

Tattoos

2010-05-12T07:40:00.000-07:00

I'm not talking about the figurative tattoos that Jordin Sparks sings in her song "Tattoo". I am talking about flesh scaring, permanent ink sporting tattoos.

Despite the stigma attached to this act, both by Christianity and popular culture, I am still committed to getting several tattoos. Not as an act of defiance or personal expression, but as a tool to help me remember. I have been so many places (as can be seen in the post from couple of days ago) and have lived in others. I am not naive enough to believe that I get a tattoo, to remember every thing I have done and every place I have visited, but I am committed to getting ink to represent the places I have lived.

First, 선생님 "Seon saeng nim". This will actually be in Korean, not written in the latin letters. This is the word for teacher in Korea, because let's face it. I was a teacher in Korea. I love the simplicity of it. I love that I don't need a book to define it. I love that I can read it (as opposed to people that get Chinese or Japanese without knowing what it says). This will be the first one I will get.

Second, Dominicano Soy "Dominican, I Am". It's such a simple phrase that captures the love I have for the country. I am so excited to be going back. Even though I am not from the DR, it is the place that has felt most like home. Hopefully after a few more years of living down there, I can be accepted as a national.

Third, ????. Now we get to the real crux of this blog. I have NO idea what to get to represent Romania. While I would like it to be something unique (not a flag), it also has to be something medium to small in size (the Romanian coat of arms would be cool, but the amount of detail there is would require the piece to be the size of my back to do it justice). The only other truly Romanian thing I have been able to come up with would be the Romanian Orthodox saint of my birthday. So, anyone that has traveled to Romania that has an idea, I would appreciate the input.

For the time being, I am sketching out what I want the tattoos to look like and where exactly on my body I should get them. Both of which are a surprising amount of fun.

Strawberry Day

2010-05-11T05:32:00.001-07:00

I cannot begin to contain my excitement. For the first time in over four years I have been able to get fresh strawberries. Honest to goodness, fresh not frozen, natural not sugary strawberries. While it seems like a simple thing, it's so wonderful. I have missed the window the last several years, but have been able to take advantage of having a "small" open-air market behind my apartment.

I am going to go out on a limb and say that "Strawberry Day" beats out all my other informal favorite days of the year ("Halter top Day", "High School Football Day", "Frost Day"). Each day has it's own appeal, but none have the charm and anticipation of Strawberry Day.

Strawberry Day signifies that summer and hot weather are right around the corner. It brings memories of strawberry shortcake, cookouts and baseball. Running around all day and coming home to sneak a couple pieces of the delectable bit-sized fruit before dinner.

My favorite day will probably change at some point later in the year. My dad thinks there will be an endless supply of fresh strawberries in heaven. Fortunately, this time of year feels like heaven not being too hot or too cold, while being able to partake in this freshly picked heavenly fruit.

My Destinations

2010-05-10T13:52:00.000-07:00

I have been incredibly blessed in my time in Romania with the ability to travel. It wasn't until I sat and thought about it today of all of the place I have been, the amount of time I have spent and the people I have met of the road that I appreciated the Dunns for allowing me to escape.

1. Sigișoara, Romania (3 days)
2. Cork, Ireland (3 days)
3. Rome, Italy (7 days)
4. Györ, Hungary (7 days)
5. Рівне, Ukraine (3 days)
6. Praha, Czech Republic (1 day)
7. Rothenburg, Germany (2 days)
8. Munchen, Germany (1 day)
9. Wien, Austria (1 day)
10 Paris, France (4 days)
11. Györ, Hungary (3 days)
12. Bratislava, Slovakia (2 days)
13. Budapest, Hungary (1 day)
14. Jerusalem, Israel (7 days)
15. Vittoria, Sicily (7 days)
16. Thessaloníki, Greece (5 days) = 57 days, 13 countries spread out over two years, countless adventures.

I have been truly blessed with understanding "supervisors" that allow me this once in a lifetime opportunity. I am grateful for their flexibility. I hope I was able to make their lives easier, as they allowed my life to be more interesting. Also, if I have traveled with you, or met you along the way, you deserve my thanks as well (including but not limited to Laura, Luke, Ben, Amber, Kevin, Siobhan, Deb, Calcy, Kelly, Lindsay, Liz, Maira, Juan, the McNamaras, Mike and Maria).

ShaeShae Day

2010-05-09T09:28:00.000-07:00

Lots of people know that I call my mom ShaeShae, but if you didn't before this minute, now you know.

Today is Mother's Day in Greece (and is coincidentally Mother's Day in America). To my knowledge there isn't a single person on the face if this planet that has a problem celebrating mothers. I suppose Freud may have rose a bit of a stink and Oedipus may have had some things to say, but most people without issues take no offense in the day.

This got me thinking, are there any other holidays celebrted widely that happen without some form of protest? Christmas is the most obvious, with most people noy caring because of the gross amount of time they get off of work. Martin Luther King Jr. Day is protested by the racists, Valentine's Day by the cynics and Veteran's Day by the hippies. Then it dawned on me. We all have, or at one time had to have had, a mom.

I completely understand the overwhelming simplicity of that statement, but it's the truth. People from all different walks of life (ages, cultures, races and creeds) share this one thing in common. Not a single one of us would have the breath of life if it were not for our moms. Even Jesus had a mom that was flesh and blood. While there may have been an immaculate conception, the love and care he received from Mary while in the womb was natural mother baby bonding.

Today I celebrate ShaeShae Day in another country. She is in my thoughts daily, but especially today.

Random thought

2010-05-08T04:05:00.000-07:00

Buildings built after to 1920s should not be allowed to use roman numerals to tell how old the building is. I was just watching a "Come to Timisoara" video, while I was waiting in the airport to fly to Thessaloníki, that showed a building that was constructed in MCMLXXX (1980). Why the devil does this building have roman numerals signifying the age of the building? Thirty years isn't that great of an accomplishment. It would be far more embarassing if the building was already torn down, because it has to be a building of significance to make it in the video.

Films are different in that they have been using and continue to use Roman numerals to signify the production of the film. Buildings, whether it be stateside or abroad, have used digits to express who old building have been for centuries. On a trip to Sigisoara, I walked past a building that was built in 1576. Two hundred years before the completion of the Declaration of Independence. How was the year written? Take a gander at the picture. So for a building that young to use Roman numerals, when it wouldn't qualify to be saved by the historical society, is asinine.

The downfall of Western Civilization

2010-05-07T08:40:00.000-07:00

I am completely aware that this is a broad topic, but I believe there is something we are failing to take into account. I think the internet is horrible for the American people. Do I love the internet? Absolutely. Does it make my life easier? Without question. The problem I am seeing repeated over and over 1. Comes from laziness and 2. Comes from Apathy.

The first problem is the destruction of grammar and spelling. I am completely aware that we live in a world that wants to get as much out as possible at all times. Texting has taken over. Where there were once phone calls made from one person to another, we can now send a short message to a group of friends. It's easy, and it becomes easier when you butcher the English language. For something to be abbreviated in a text is one thing, but when people carry said habits over to the internet (the largest gathering of minds that has ever been possible), it dumbs everyone down. I'm not going to get into common grammatical errors that happen (though it really shouldn't be difficult to tell the difference between their, there and they're), it's the egregious use of this simplified type of speak that is truly infuriating. In my opinion these individuals are either showing their age, or their laziness. I would much rather it be the former, but fear it's the latter.

The second problem comes from the overuse of sarcasm. This is the thing that I need to spend more time being intentional about. The anonymity of the internet allows people to take what was once a defense mechanism for the pubescent and turn it into an art form. I can't help but think that that ends up hurting us as a society. Instead of people getting into lively debates that cause the other person to construct an argument and defend it with facts, we can just berate each other into submission by using snide comments. The worrisome part for me, is that it has made it's way onto television and is accepted. It always used to seem that the adults that lived dolling out the sarcasm on the romcoms and sitcoms of old were the ones viewed as the most immature. Now, every character seems to take sarcasm to the extreme (including one of my all-time favorite shows "The Office"). I can't think of my grandma saying a single sarcastic thing since I've been alive. My fear is that I will soon be in her shoes surrounded by people that only use sarcasm to communicate, because they just don't care.

I truly believe that both of these can be resolved, but the first one will take a lot of work and the second a lot of care.

An American's survival guide

2010-05-06T08:25:00.000-07:00

There is a real skill (that only comes through experience) of being able to listen to someone criticize others in another language.

Example, you are standing in line at the grocery story and someone cuts in front of the person standing I front of you. If the man is non-confrontational his first reaction will be to see if anyone else saw what happened. He looks at you. This first part is the most important if you wan. To pull off the entire sequence. You must look somewhat apologetic with a hint of disgust. He will give a similar look and take it a little further (usually with something akin to a roll of the eyes). If pulled off correctly the gentleman will most likely want to say something at the person who cut him off's expense. You need to look interested in what he is saying, though you may have no clue, and pretend to understand every single word. After he finishes give him a little chuckle and apply in the affirmative of whatever language he is speaking. It is a lot more difficult than it sounds, because different languages throw people for a loop. If you would rather look dumb, you can choose to look bewildered (like someone receiving bad news from a stranger, a.k.a. "The Beyonce face") and simply say English. Which of course in other languages translates to, "I'm American and never took the time to learn your language".

This is only one thing that Americans living in other countries need to learn. More practically, it is always a good idea to learn numbers, greetings, your thank yous and how to inquire about the bathroom. But people will still know you to be a foreigner.

Funny how that works

2010-05-05T10:33:00.000-07:00

It never ceases to amaze me, the randomness of coincidental happenings. This is a post that could go on forever, but I'm going to limit it to something specific. This week I was "instructed" to listen to a Michael Buble song. It was not an easy song to listen to. Listening to the words, it was "too real" to my life. And this is not the first time it has happened.

Music has always had a very important roll in my life. Whether it has been singing in various choirs, learning to play guitar or just listening to everything I can get my hands on.

I am starting to see a trend in my life. As things get stressful (good or bad), my mood gets more serious. My senior year in high school was no exception. With graduation right around the corner, leaving the only town I had lived in and the pressure of college, I became slightly unhinged. This all came to a head the night of the Super Bowl. There is no rhyme or reason for the timing, purely by coincidence. As I sat in the room, surrounded by the other members of my church youth group, I started to recognize that I was not leaving much of an impact. This shook me up. The seriousness crept in. I made my way out of the room and sequestered myself in another room.

Sitting in that room I noticed a cd which I had casually listened to on several occasions. I knew it was a soothing singer, singing beautifully written songs. Then out of nowhere, this song started playing. Up until this specific moment the song "If You Want Me To" by Ginny Owens didn't even register to me. I then listened to the lyrics and broke into pieces.

"The pathway is broken and the signs are unclear. I don't know the reason why you brought me here. But just because you love me the way that you do, I'm going to walk through the fire if you want me to.

Cause I'm not who I was when I took my first step and I'm clinging to the promise you're not through with me yet. So if all of these trials bring me closer to you, and I will go through the fire if you want me to.

It may not be the way I would have chosen, we you lead me through a world that's not my home. But you never said it would be easy. You only said I'd never go alone.

So when the whole world turns against me and I'm all by myself. And I can't hear you answer my cries for help. I'll remember the suffering your love put you through and I will go through the valley if you want me to."

It was the last line that really hit home. In my life I have had ups and downs at this low point it was nice to be reminded that I'm not the only one who has low points. Valleys are a natural part of living. Life is not easy. The trials and tribulations that I have survived have helped me become a better person. I still have lots of work to do, but I am excited about how my experiences and the tests that I have passed have sculpted me into who I am.

In the mean time (between growing periods), I have a wonderfully beautiful song to remind me that I can make it through the low points.

Curious purchases

2010-05-04T06:47:00.000-07:00

I have bought a lot of garbage in my life, or it's something that was completely impractical at the time. For every good thing I buy it seems there are just as many poor purchases. These are the things I can think of off the top of my head.

One of the most glaring from recent memory was my Romanian bicycle. In theory it was a smart investment. I could get around Arad, get some exercise and see more of the city. Unfortunately this didn't work as the bike seldom worked. The chain would slip, you couldn't change gears and the brakes didn't work. Sounds safe, doesn't it?

In Korea I bought a baseball glove, because every American needs to have a baseball glove with them. Let's just forget that I only had a couple reasons to use it (going to the two baseball games I went to or playing catch with Robb). It seemed like an important thing at the time. It did give me the opportunity to play catch in the subway on the way to one of the games, so that was pretty cool. I believe that glove is now residing in New Zealand with a young man that isn't even aware of the existence of a sport called "baseball".

My classical guitar has proven to be a bit of a foolish purchase. This guitar that sounds great and has only been used one time (for Amanda and Josh's wedding). It's not that I don't love it, it's that I have literally had very little time to play it. It is currently just sitting in my room waiting for me to return, like a forgotten childhood stuffed animal.

There is my Babolat tennis racket. I was more practical in taking my racket from home to Korea and the Dominican Republic, so why didn't I just pack it up and take it to Romania I will never be able to figure that out. So, I will be leaving a racket here that was used a grand total of two times.

I have made some very savvy purchases as well. In no particular order my ipod, exercise bike, Strong's Exhaustive Concordance (for $0.50), Italian espresso machine and my dutch pot. If I didn't have most of these I would be completely lost.

Lack of sleep

2010-05-03T11:52:00.000-07:00

I first and foremost want to say thank you to Laura for putting up with my complaining last night. I am currently experiencing the effects of not sleeping, how it changes mood and my general outlook. So many things are changing in a short period of time, that it's not a good time to be an insomniac. So, a quick look at the list.

1. I am moving home (for a abbreviated period of time) after living in Eastern Europe for the last two years.

2. I have one more trip to take before leaving (part stress, part vacation).

3. I need to start getting things in order for the move to the Dominican Republic.

4. Two very good friends are getting married (Ben and Amber). While this is not stressful for anything else than a tip of the hat reminding me that I am still single. (I am completely aware this is illogical, remember lack of sleep.)

5. I fear I am suffering a "quarter-life" crisis. I turn 28 this year, and as I mentioned in a previous post, I have very few people to truly share my life with.

Well, I am currently running on a collective 5.5 hours of sleep for the last two nights thus the more sullen mood. At least I haven't gotten depressed enough to watch the "Twilight" movies.

My Top 5...

2010-05-02T08:18:00.000-07:00

places that I have visited. This actually could have been a much longer list, but decided to limit it to five for the time being. I am heading home in less than two weeks and have been reflecting on all the interesting places I have been able to see. With one more trip left before I go home (Thessaloníki, Greece) it hit me that I could impart some wisdom to those thinking of going out and about in a similar fashion. A majority of the cities are European, because I did not get to do much traveling in my brief time in Korea, but I digress. So, without further ado, Drew's top five cities IN THE WORLD (that I have been to).

5. Rothenburg ob der Tauber, Germany

This city is a little off the beaten path (kudos to Ben and Amber for finding it, in a Rick Steves book), but totally worth the trip. After a LONG night of travel to get from Prague to Rothenburg we arrived to find a quaint little city that looks like it was preserved in a glass bottle. As we were told by our night tour guide, Rothenburg used to be one of the richest fortified cities in all of Europe during medieval times. The trade routes from north (Scandinavia) to south (Rome) and from east (Russia) to west (Paris) intersected just a few kilometers from the entrance to the city. It was a place where people could rest up before continuing on and see what people were bringing from the other direction. The city would fall on difficult times, however, and would be left mostly abandoned. The city remained basically unchanged for a couple centuries. It is now a place of great tourism, but has a wonderful rustic feel.

4. Rio San Juan, Dominican Republic

I was exposed to this little slice of heaven first during a YoungLife missions trip and enjoyed it so much took my family when they visited. Out away from most of the touristy stuff in the Dominican Republic (which is hard to find sometimes) on the north part of the island is this nice little city. Fresh water coves, that the locals will give boat tours of, and beautiful beaches it combines the highs and lows of the DR. While standing on the beach you can clearly see the mountains separating you from the tourists and you can sit for hours without being bothered. It's a little slice of heaven with warm water and friendly people.

3. Ragusa Ibla, Sicily

This city has an amazingly interesting history. Ragusa is divided in to two parts now, after an earthquake destroyed most of what is now Ibla in the 1920s. It remained empty until the 90s when some ingenious businessmen decided to transform it into a hangout for the local youth. Now the cobblestone streets are filled with college age kids going to pubs and consorting with one another surrounded by building that were erected before the Americas were discovered. The streets are only narrow enough for a single car to get through, clothes are hanging on lines between the buildings and the food is wonderful. If you have an idea of a small European city, you might be thinking of Ragusa Ibla.

2. Seoul, South Korea

The city is so large it has to make it's way on to the list, because there is just so much to see and do. Whether it's going to see Namdaemun (the Great Southern Gate) where you can pick up all the classic Korean wears, or Dongdaemun Market where you can go to see the finest of everything new. Yeoido for the largest church in the world, or if you're feeling homesick (and American) Itaewon where you're more likely to find English speakers than Korean. There is so much to see and do. I was able to celebrate St. Patty's day and Buddah's birthday, along with the beauty of seeing the cherry blossoms bloom. There is lots of fun to be had. While it may not have the old school flavor of the other places, it practically feels like you're living in the future with buildings that reach toward the sky, and technology that hasn't yet made its way stateside.

1. Cork, Ireland

No brainer for me. I was absolutely enchanted by my stay in Cork (so much so I considered it a possible retirement destination). It is difficult to pin exactly why I enjoyed it so much. There were lovely people, a beautiful flow to the city and a general feeling of being home. Quite a bit of the city is run by pedestrians having the right of way. While this makes driving difficult at times, walking is a breeze. Everywhere I went (with Laura, Luke, Siobhan and Elijah) it felt like going to a place I had already been. I also appreciated the location of the city in the country. We were able to take excursions to various places (Dingle and Dublin) and it didn't have to be more than a day trip.

Well, with one more stop before I go back to everything familiar I hope Thessaloníki can break the top five. I don't know if that's possible though.

Tribute

2010-05-01T12:18:00.000-07:00

I have a man crush on Karl Pilkington. The genius/madman that prances about with Ricky Gervais. Easily my favorite part of Karl's ramblings take place in the guise of his diary. How anyone can think so absurdly about something (while not being scripted) is amazing.

Today was Romanian Labor day, so most people left the city to travel to countryside to have BBQ. So in honor of Karl, I am attempting a Karl Pilkington telling of the days events.

Got up at 7:00, don't know why, but I had a difficult time getting back to sleep. Remembered reading an article once about having an inner alarm clock. Mine was more like a grandfather clock that wouldn't stop ringing the hour. Laid in bed getting the news that I missed while I was sleeping, had an idea. Create a cap that you wear at night that tells you the news while you're sleeping, so that when you wake up it's one less thing you have to do. Went to McDonald's at 12:30 to get picked up to go to the picnic, received a call at 12:33 that my ride was running late. Back to my apartment to wait for my mates to show. 1:30 arrived at McDonald's to find me mates in a huff about me being late.

Drove out to Sifronia in a car with no shocks, started thinking about what else a car could do without. Is the engine really necessary? Why can't people just run with the shell of the car and roll on the wheels? At the pool, saw many women with very little clothing. At what weight should women be told to put more clothes on? Same goes for the men. There were these men and boys throwing a ball into a tree attempting to get a parakeet out of the tree. Don't know the purpose of throwing the ball at it, as they were more likely to hurt the bird than convince it to land on someone's shoulder. Came home and watched some of the Ricky Gervais show. Can't figure out what Karl is talking about half the time, perhaps that's why I love him.

So it's come to this

2010-04-30T11:58:00.000-07:00

Two weeks from today I will be in transit home (for 2 months). Not that I am particularly ready to reflect on everything Romania just yet, I have a feeling that will come after separating myself for a few weeks and "detoxing" from the experience.

We are taken to many strange places in our lives. Places that expand our minds, force us to grow and allow us to change. Over the last four years I have changed, I will be the first to admit it, but I can't help but feel that peoples opinions of me have changed as well.

This is something many will not understand. I'm not talking about taking a two week mission trip and coming home changed (for a month then reverting back to the way things were), I talking about something that only people that live abroad for an extended period of time can understand. Immersed in the culture, struggling to communicate, feeling like an outsider all of the time, cherishing the monumental little things (finding cheese, a conversation that went well, bumping into someone randomly from university), these can only change you permanently and fundamentally.

I received my RSVP for my 10 year high school reunion, which got me thinking. I have nothing in common with any of the people that I saw everyday for 13 years. Outside of growing up in the same town. How do converse with these people? I will not be finding out this time around.

Unfortunately (or maybe fortunately, I haven't decided yet) I won't be attending my 10 year, as I am required to be in the Dominican Republic for the start of the school year. It is at least saving me from some very awkward conversations with people I haven't spoken to in, most likely, 10 years.

Four years, three continents (Asia, Central America, Europe), amazing holidays, lovely people, only a handful of people that truly understand what my life is like. I haven't given up looking for more.

Israel Day One

2010-03-26T02:34:00.000-07:00

I was given an amazing opportunity to travel to the Holy Land back in February. What began as a passing statement between Spencer and myself became reality and we were lucky enough to bless the life of a Romanian that, probably, would never be able to take this trip on his own. Danny Luca is a Romanian gentleman that has had a huge impact on Spencer's life in Romania and has had an indirect impact on my life. During the planning of the trip Spencer felt called to ask a Romanian to join us and Danny came to mind immediately. It truly was providence that Danny was on Spencer's mind, because Danny had been feeling a push to travel to the Holy Land on his own. Things worked out and I can safely say we each came back touched by the things we saw and feel differently after walking in the steps of Christ.

I have no idea if I will be able to go through every single day and recount what happened, but our (Spencer, Danny and myself) first day was exceptionally memorable for me. We covered so much ground it's difficult to believe how much we were able to see. We started out with a breakfast of coffee and omelets provided by our hotel (Jerusalem Panorama) and we disembarked. Our hotel was situated just northwest of the outer wall of the old city. We started out with no idea where we were going, we just started walking. Less than half a mile from where we started we were pointed to the Garden of Gethsemane by a couple cab drivers. This is also the area where Mary is believed (instead of typing "is believed" over and over again, let's just assume that whenever I say that it "is" where something happened) to have been buried.

We came up from the Garden of Gethsemane to find the same cabbies there offering tours of the Mount of Olives. We went into a lovely area where there was a church and a grove of olive trees. We then went to a Russian Orthodox cathedral on the hill named in honor of Mary Magdalene (the gold dome of the cathedral is situated directly opposite of the Golden Gates, which have been sealed, but Christ will walk through once he returns). Our tour guide then told us of several opportunities we should take advantage of, the first being a trip to Bethlehem.

He called a taxi friend of his that picked us up. On the way we stopped at the area where Jesus ascended. To keep different Christian groups from fighting over the place, the keys are controlled by a group of Muslims. Inside the gate a concrete structure was erected to protect the spot from the elements. It is an unremarkable building for what took place there. We departed and took our short ride to Bethlehem. The trip to Bethlehem actually takes you into Palestine (where Bethlehem is located). Along the way our cabbie was telling us about the history of the wall separating Palestine from Israel.

Upon arriving, we were shown the entrance of the church that was constructed around where Jesus was born. The front opening is small, this has two purposes. First, is that it detracted people from bring animals into what is considered a holy place. It would be absolutely impossible for a horse to squeeze through the door, which is what they were afraid of. Secondly, there is no conceivable way to enter standing upright. The door forces people to show reverence for the place by bowing as you enter. Inside, behind the alter, is the area marking where Jesus was born and the manger in which he was placed. It is very ornately done, but dark and somewhat difficult to see.

After leaving the church we were taken to a shop that specializes in olive wood carving. There are some absolutely beautiful pieces in the shop. The nice lady that ran the store offered us tea and treated us to lunch of falafel and humus. We purchased some souvenirs and left to rejoin our original tour guide back in the old part of Jerusalem.

We walked the Via Della Rosa from where Jesus was imprisoned, through the stations of the cross (including the areas he fell under the weight of the cross) all the way to the Holy Sepulchre (The Holy Sepulchre is an enormous building built on top of Golgotha). Outside the Holy Sepulchre is the place where Jesus was disrobed and flogged before being crucified. The crusaders built it and it has been built on since that point. We had the timing exactly right, because we entered when there was hardly anyone there. The three of us were able to touch the top of the rock (very moving experience to think that I was able to touch an area where Jesus bled and died, words cannot possibly do the experience justice) and then made our way to the place where Christ was entombed. The part of the trip was probably the most somber, not much was said.

We exited the Holy Sepulchre and parted ways with our tour guide. On that first day we were able to see the place where Jesus was born, where he was before being arrested, where he died and was buried and where he ascended from this realm. All in all, a pretty good day.

My time in the Sicilian mob

2010-03-24T01:22:00.000-07:00

I am almost one week removed from my time in Sicily and I have made some conclusions.

1. A week of cultural experiences outweighs a week of seeing the sights. On my last trip to Italy, I was very much left to my own devices. While I had someone to show me around Rome at night, most of the day I was left wandering the city by myself. I saw so many things, I don't remember them all. The draw back has been, I didn't really get to experience Rome through an Italian's eyes. More likely I saw Rome through an American's eyes visiting Italy. This is fine, but Sicily was very different. I was able to stay with a true Sicilian family in Vittoria, travel to homes of others and see more of what the average person would likely miss. I was filled with food, learned how to play with Sicilian playing cards and learned some Sicilian words. To say that I had a good time would be putting it lightly.

2. I need to stop underestimating Italian weather. Two trips to Italy, two cold experiences. Neither one would I consider bad, I just arrived and found myself ill prepared. Both times I left Romania under the impression that I would be going someplace significantly warmer, only to be slightly right. The weather in Sicily was not below freezing, but with the overcast days and it barely reaching 40 degrees, it made it colder than expected.

3. Killing with kindness. I have never eaten so much food over such a short span of time. When Eliseo told Spencer and I that Sicily was about family and food, it sounded like a great idea. Let's get the family together, have dinner and fellowship afterwards. And it is, but I walked away from most experiences feeling like my insides were about to burst. Eliseo's dad is an incredibly nice man with a very short attention span. On more than one occasion we just finished eating and he said, "So, what do you guys want for (the next meal)". I am halfway certain that Eliseo's dad believes me to be anorexic. It was every hour he would ask me if I was hungry. Everyone went out of their way to make sure I was eating as much as possible.

4. Sicily in my mind's eye. Vittoria is an actual city, but we did have the opportunity to have a meal in exactly what I envisioned Sicily to be. We were all invited to Uncle Luigi's (how great it that name) for lunch. We left the city for a small country house, surrounded by fields on both sides and greenhouses across the street. Greeted by two lovely Sicilians that were short and adorable. We had pasta for the first course and a quiche for the second. Following lunch we had the obligatory coffee and played cards for close to three hours. I can't imagine ever having the opportunity to do something like this again.

This may go down as the best trip I took while in Europe.

I've been waiting a LONG time for this one

2010-03-03T00:10:00.002-08:00

For the first summer since graduating from Greenville College in 2004 I don't have to worry about my employment heading into the next school year. The relief that accompanies the joy that I have is a difficult thing to explain. The closest feeling accomplishment I have ever had was when the Ohio State University was able to win the National Championship in 2001. Overwhelming peace accompanying a feeling of excitement.

After bouncing around over recent years (South Korea, Dominican Republic, Romania), I am going back to the place that feels as much like home, away from home. Santiago Christian School, here I come. My departure from the school took me on an unexpected journey, but my heart has never really left the people and students from that school.

I had initially left to ensure that I would be able to return and teach in Ohio after my travels came to an end. While I was unable to secure my licensor for the future, I was hit with the realization that I don't necessarily want to teach in Ohio. While I love the people back home, my horizons have been broadened to the point where it is difficult to enjoy the slow paced Ohio lifestyle. It's a wonderful place to be filled and refreshed on short visits, but is difficult in large doses.

I return to SCS in a slightly different capacity than last time, taking over the computer science position. A position that has laid unoccupied since my friend Ben left to become the P.E./Athletic Director. I am so excited to be heading back to a place that I feel completely comfortable working in, with the kids, teachers and administration. While I don't know the capacity with which I will be completely used, I am pleased as punch.

As more information becomes available, I will let everyone know. So, two months from now I need to be considering changing the name of this blog from "Drew in Romania" to "Drew in the Dominican Republic".

Christmas time is here

2009-12-17T11:16:00.000-08:00

I love what I do, but it is always nice to have time away. Going into this weekend, I am not sure what all will happen. What I do know is that I am going to have time away from Arad. Time away from responsibilities and an apartment that has become all too familiar.

After experiencing an Eastern European Christmas last year, myself and the Balls are traveling more toward the center of Europe. Tomorrow we embark on a weekend trips spanning three countries, four cities and two fellow missionary families. Some of the highlights include Vienna, Budapest, and Bratislava.

If you have not been out to Romania it may be difficult to understand, but the farther you go west in Europe the more "civilized" it becomes. This is not by any stretch a slam on Romania, but a truth that other countries have had more time to thrive. It has been only 20 years since Ceausescu was kicked out of office and it takes awhile for a country to get back on its feet (also the fact that Romania has only been an EU nation for two years).

Being able to have some time to kick back and relax is, I have a feeling, just what the doctor ordered.

Once every three months

2009-12-07T05:24:00.000-08:00

That's about the distance between instances which are completely overwhelm me and make me really miss the people I have left behind. Many things came together quickly today and hit me with "the feeling" today (and it is a nearly impossible thing to explain, many have felt it on some level, but unless you have spent a considerable amount of time living overseas you will not be able to fully understand the depth of disappointment of being away).

At various times I have had something similar, whether it was while away at college or summer camp when I was younger. The problem with both of those scenarios is that at any point you can pack up and go home. That hasn't been an option during my travels. While I am experiencing things that others aren't, that's part of the problem. I'm doing most of these things alone.

With Christmas right around the corner and a new nephew waiting for me at home, "the feeling" has hit extra hard this time. Before, I was missing graduations and birthdays (neither of which I wish to diminish the importance of), but now I am missing births and consecutive holidays. I know I have been called to do works which will help the kingdom, but some days are harder than others.

Missing you guys... so much.

For Grady...

2009-12-03T01:50:00.000-08:00

On the day my family gets a little bigger, I have decided to do a blog in real-time. Throughout the day, I will be posting updates and my general thoughts, as my lovely sister Amanda gives birth to her first. This is also a way for me to cope, because of my inability to be there for the blessed event. Throughout the day various people will be Skyping me to give me updates. Even though I am in Romania, I will be posting the time as EST.

4:56 Amanda (Da) is scheduled to go into the hospital at 5. I am guessing they are well on their way (if they haven't arrived already). I talked to Da for well over an hour yesterday. She said she was in very good spirits and wouldn't mind going longer. She had not gotten to the point where she was begging for him to come out. After dinner with Mac and Roxi, I called to wish dad a "Happy Birthday" and he said that Da got called in to sub the second half of the day.

5:55 First contact with the family. Mom (ShaeShae) got on skype and we chatted. Everyone had a restless night in anticipation. ShaeShae said she didn't get to sleep until well after midnight and was up by 3:45. The comparison is very much true, being that we all know Grady is on the way, today is like being a kid Christmas again. There is excitement, mixed with anticipation. Something magical is going to happen and everything is going to be different. At Da's request dad and ShaeShae won't be going to the hospital until 7:30, when Dr. Ty Huggins breaks the water.

Graden "Grady" Jonathon Riggle. Graden is from Gaelic origins meaning "renowned". I am fairly certain the deciding factor is because Josh's professional baseball team he has adopted has a particularly exciting player named Grady. My brother-in-law is a very big sports fan (although not always for the "good guys") and he has been able to instill some fanaticism into my sister. Amanda has successfully become an "All Things Ohio" fan. This allows her to fit in well with dad and I. So, even though they had a bit of a rocky path getting to Grady, I believe they picked a winner.

8:38 First Skype call. Called dad's cell phone, because he wasn't talking on Skype. The hospital gets horrible cell reception. Da has just received her epidural. Waiting for dad to install a new AVG update for the computer, and we will have our first legit computer to computer call. Looking forward to some kind of status report.

8:43 First Skype update. Mom says Da is having a lot of back labor, but the pain has subsided since having the epidural placed. Contractions are coming close together. Talking snacks with dad, cause there's not much else to discuss until the babe starts moving (dad and his sweets). Dad making me sick by walking the computer down the hall from the waiting room to Da's. Josh is looking at paint swatches while his wife is in labor. Josh apparently does not do well with needles as he began to get sick while the nurse had a difficult time getting the IV in. Da says the contractions are coming one on top of the other, but she can't feel them ("and that is WONDERFUL"). Da on the phone with Pap and Mare, said Mare is having a rough go of it. Da is getting really tired and fighting off sleep while she is talking to me.

Still on the phone. Da's not allowed to talk anymore because they have had her lie on her side. Grady is currently face up (which is not the preferred positioning), so she is now no longer laying on her back.

10:20 Da is completely dilated and as soon as the doctor arrives, she will begin pushing. The nurse was incredibly surprised with how quickly Da became dilated. Last conversation dad ran to McDonald's to pick up food for the hungry bunch. Amanda was not privy to that information though.

10:25 Dad calls Sarah and we are all talking together. Filling her in. Dad texted both Sarah and Liz to tell them about Da being at 10 cm. Sarah admitted to not calling dad on his birthday. Sarah is thinking about getting in the car right now and leaving, even though she still has work to do today. ShaeShae came in and said the nurse had Da push through a few contractions, they are now waiting a little bit to call Dr. Ty. Still waiting for Grady to adjust himself.

Funny story time. During my chat with ShaeShae first thing in the morning she told me a story. ShaeShae has worked for several years with another kindergarten teacher, Sarah. Sarah has three children the oldest being Sammy. Sammy is now in ShaeShae's kindergarten classroom this year, but was very concerned when he found out that Da was going to be having the baby today. Yesterday, Sarah mentioned to Sammy that he would be having a sub instead of Mrs. Walter. When Sammy asked why she wasn't going to be at school Sarah explained that Mrs. Walter was going to become a grandma. This news upset Sammy. He then asked his mom, "Is Mrs. Walter still going to be my teacher?" The piece of information that threw Sammy off was about the grandma. He has two grandmas that don't have jobs. So, upon hearing that ShaeShae would be joining the grandma sorority, he was afraid he would be losing his teacher.

11:08 Coming live from the delivery room dad called me. Da is pushing. All I hear is a persistent beeping and the sound of Josh counting. As I look at dad's face he is doing an incredible job of staying composed. Dr. Ty is commenting on how well Da is doing. Da is staying very calm. I cannot hear her at all. Dr. is now asking my plans. I find it funny that with the job at hand he has time to small talk.

11:15 Her Da giggle about something Dr. Ty said. It is the first sound I have hear her make. Out of respect to Amanda we have gone silent. Dad is giving me the play by play. I was able to see images of her holding Josh's hand as ShaeShae hovered protectively over them. "Dr. Ty is moving everything into place as everyone starts putting on the necessary equipment (masks and hair nets). The time is getting much closer, Dr. Ty says she's getting close. She is pushing hard. It is really difficult. Lots of cheerleading from the doctors. The Baby's head is out and they are delivering the shoulders.

(12/3/2009) 11:21 Graden Jonathon Riggle has entered the world. Now the countdown to when I finally get to hold him begins. Even though I can only see what is happening, I can tell that ShaeShae is telling "mom" what a great job she did. I am so proud of my little sister. So happy that she made it through this and will soon be holding her son.

Mom has not been able to take her eyes off of son since he was put in her arms. Even while talking on the phone, eyes stay glued to the new edition.

11:49 Pap "Great-grandpa" is the first one to sing to Grady. He made the special request to be the first to have that privileged. The room is filled with people calling everyone they know. Mom says he cried a little when he came out, but calmed down quickly.

An emotional day to say the least. I still don't know the exact measurements yet, but Josh's sister Joyce is guessing 8 lb. 7 oz. from the picture she saw.

I have so much joy in my heart

2009-11-23T04:55:00.000-08:00

I now reside in a family full of college graduates (at least for the next couple weeks until Amanda has the baby). This past weekend, Sarah Michelle Walter became the last to receive her bachelors degree. And in three weeks (after she finishes her classes) it will be official.

So, as it is, we have a Master of Divinity, Bachelors for education, music ministry, biology and political science. Three of us have work towards our Masters completed, and two of us are using our degrees (unfortunately, I'm only counting mom and dad for this one).

I am so proud of my family. Though it has never been easy (especially for the less ambitious ones), we have all come through with flying colors. Now my prayer with this little one that will be gracing us with his presence, is that he can continue down a similar path. To accomplish a task, such as this, it takes unity and a family devoted to an idea.

I am thankful everyday, for having parents that pushed me when I wasn't interested in finishing things (or starting, or working on). Sister that were able to push me, sometimes, guilt me into getting things done. It was seldom ever easy, but they were supportive the entire way.

So, to my baby sister I say, "Congratulations! I am very proud of you!"

Something sports related

2009-11-20T00:35:00.000-08:00

I was thinking about doing something pertaining to sports, but was having a difficult time coming up with what I should talk about. I could of course talk about the LeBron James 2010 offseason or who would be coaching the Browns next year. Then I read an article from Joe Posnanski of SI.com and instead of blogging, I'm just going to post a link to that article. It says perfectly what so many people are feeling.

http://sportsillustrated.cnn.com/2009/writers/joe_posnanski/11/05/yankees.payroll/index.html

Be back tomorrow to give an update of everything Arad. Enjoy.

The Wonderful World of Pixar

2009-11-16T04:03:00.000-08:00

I LOVE the Pixar Animation Studios. In my book, they are a perfect ten for ten. Every single movie they have made has been pure poetry in my opinion. From their lowly (but utterly world changing) beginnings with "Toy Story", to my runaway favorite movie of this past year "Up", each story is packed with more power than can be appreciated with just a single viewing.

So, I began to think, how long can Pixar keep it up?

When a company goes on a run, similar to what Pixar has, you have to wonder if they are running out of juice. Since "Toy Story" debuted in 1995, they have had an amazing run of pictures that hasn't been equaled (in box office or popularity). While in the early years, the movies were a little more spaced out, we have seen summer releases consistently for each of the last four years. Amazingly each time the most recently released movie seems better than those that came before.

The last time I remember this happening was a similar company, which also had a string of very successful and crowd pleasing movies, was Disney. It is amazing to look back at the successful animated movies strewn together from 1989 to 1994. Those movies were (in chronological order) "The Little Mermaid", "Beauty and the Beast", "Aladdin" and "The Lion King". These four movies are monsters, and what some people consider masterpieces of animated story telling. Those that came next, were unfortunately more forgettable. The movies that followed weren't bad, but there was a bit of a drop off (and how could there not be) from the incredible stories that just came before. And this is my fear. Pixar having the occasional bomb at the box office would be okay, there is something to learn from that. The unforgivable would be for the standard of film making which we have all become accustomed to is sacrificed for profits. This also gets into another area which has me a little concerned.

There is no denying that Disney was able to acquire an absolute juggernaut when they purchased Pixar in 2006. What has happened since then is what worries me. Pixar has been given control of all Disney animated movies. One of the first things that happened because of this merger was Pixar axing all sequals (so everyone hoping for "Lion King 8: Simba's Great-Great Grandchild Retakes Pride Rock" or "Oliver and Company 4: the Rule of Fagin" will be left wanting), saying that it waters down the product. I would love to be the optimist and say that everything is going to be fine, and this will actually improve the quality of Disney films, along with Pixar's because they hold themselves to such a high standard. I would, but that's not me. I'm more inclined to fall in the Pixar is another cog in the Disney machine, and at the end of the day, Disney cares about profits and not quality.

So, as I wait on baited breath for next year's release of "Toy Story 3", I am beginning to hope that Pixar does not turn into Dreamworks (famously known for it's one trick pony show also known as "Shrek"). I am completely fine with them taking as much time as they need to make good movies. Quality will forever be better than quantity in my book.

By the way, 50 pts. for anyone who figured out that I am geeking out about the idea of a possible Pixar/Marvel movie, since Disney recently picked up that piece as well.

The North Korea Solution

2009-11-11T23:32:00.000-08:00

I have thought of a sure fire way to completely solve the North Korea situation. It wouldn't cost the United States anything, there would be few casualties and we could get rid of some access (albeit once beloved) baggage.

I was not able to watch the NBA Hall of Fame induction speeches when they were happening (because of the time difference), but thanks to youtube I was able to see them after the fact. If you didn't hear, three of the all time greats we inducted into the Hall at their respective positions. David Robinson, John Stockton and Michael Jordan. Now obviously one name stands above the other two, however I believe his is the solution we have been looking for.

If you haven't seen the speeches, I highly encourage you to check them out. David Robinson was the first of the night and it was beautiful. He was sincere, honest and truthful. He directed all of his success up. He made an acknowledgement that the things he accomplished on the court were not actions he was able to do by himself. He was just an instrument of a greater power. During his speech he spoke openly about his devotion to San Antonio and more importantly God.

John Stockton was funny, self-deprecating and humble. He made sure to mention the most important people that allowed him to achieve success. At various times he spoke of his brothers and the competitive nature which was brought about by playing with them as he grew up. He told tales of each of his coaches, and how they enabled him to become a better basketball player and a better person. He brought it home by thanking his wife and children for keeping him grounded and focused.

Then Michael Jordan stepped to the microphone. It has been apparent for a long time that Michael was the best. No player has ever come into the league with the intensity, willpower and work ethic of this one man. He took time to rub that fact into everyone's collective face. No one was off limits during Jordan's speech. He attacked his high school coach, the player that was put in the final varsity spot, Dean Smith, Jeff Van Gundy, even the guy he pushed down so that he could make his final shot as a Chicago Bull (Byron Russell). So my question is, do we worship someone that expects us to honor his every selfish desire? Or, should we give him to North Korea and kill two birds with one stone.

During some reading awhile back I remember reading that on a peace trip to the United States Kim Jong-Il asked for a recess in the meeting. He was granted this time, and used it to watch a basketball game that was happening. Turns out, outside being a fantastic golfer, Kim Jong-Il is a huge basketball fan. The game he was watching, Michael Jordan's Chicago Bulls.

This is what I'm thinking. Jordan was joking about playing professionally again after he turned 50. How about we make his dream come true. Convince North Korea to setup a professional basketball league, and we will give them Michael Jordan (with the condition that they halt any and all nuclear testing). Kim Jong-Il will be thrilled cause he can watch his favorite basketball player, Jordan is happy cause he's playing basketball and the US is happy because we can halt the arms race a little and get an egomaniac to go away.

How does this not benefit all parties involved?

Clean is clean

2009-11-10T00:39:00.000-08:00

Some of you know that a few weeks back, I had a difficult situation which may or may not have been predicated on my desire to help someone out. I offered my apartment to be used as a hostel to a couple visitors to Arad. I was however, unaware of the extent my services would be needed. What I initially thought was going to be my putting a couple travelers up for a couple days, turned into two weeks. Suffice to say, that is a long time.

Upon their departure, I went into knee jerk cleaning mode. It was everything. I washed clothes, sheets, duvets, rugs and the like. I also swept, mopped, did the dishes and sanitized everything. This cleaning job took well over six hours and a level of peace began to wash over me.

It is a difficult task to keep something clean when something new is added to the mix. For the most part, I do a very good job of keeping my apartment clean. When the lodgers were added to the equation, I wasn't just cleaning up after myself, but them as well. Things became more difficult.

I understand the cathartic nature of cleaning. How it represents newness and a fresh start. I have seen this represented time and again through cinema and literature. The time that sticks most clearly in my mind is the Last Supper. I have never thought of Jesus washing the disciples feet as a sort of baptism, but that is precisely what it was. Jesus was accomplishing many things with this unselfish gesture (lowering himself, humbling himself, putting the needs of others before his own), doing a little house keeping of his own.

State of things

2009-11-04T09:26:00.000-08:00

I have to admit that this has taken me longer than I anticipated, and unfortunately this post is not going to be as long as I would have wanted. But the waiting has been long enough.

It is difficult to get news, even in the country for which I am living. I doubt that many have heard the recent news that last month, there were massive resignations by the controlling political party in Romania. The part lost it's support of another somewhat minor party, and felt the need to step out. This has to do partly with what one member was saying about the upcoming elections (that there was inevitably would be corruption, who would have thought).

In addition to this, the Minister of Health just stepped down. Coming shortly after his making statements that he is expecting 20,000 Romanians to die of H1N1. I am asking everyone to pray for the turmoil that is taking place in Romania right now, in addition to that which so many of you pray for regularly.

Catching up

2009-10-26T12:20:00.000-07:00

I feel like it has been forever since I've posted anything. Part of that is because the last two days as I was attempting to throw something up, I was given warnings in Romanian that I was doing something wrong and was thus locked out of my account.

I finally have thing figured out and plan on having a banner posting day tomorrow.

These past few weeks have been very difficult, through the housing of some impolite house guests, getting sick and struggling with missing things going on at home. One at a time these tend to be a lot to deal with, however when they all come together at the same time, made it exceptionally difficult.

I love traveling. I love seeing new places. But the first baby shower of my family was this past weekend. It's a bit of a seminal event in the family. It's bad enough that I don't get to see Grady until June (when he's six months old), I'm also missing out on all the fun stuff. Getting Josh into trouble, by monopolizing his time watching sports than taking care of his pregnant wife. All the fun stuff.

I do love and miss everyone, and I know that I don't say that enough. Anyway, 3 posts coming tomorrow. I'm stoked.

New Directions

2009-10-09T01:28:00.001-07:00

As much as I would love to do another write up on "Glee", that's going to have to wait for the time being.

I am actually excited about what began last week. For the first time in my life I have begun to work out with some earnest ambition. Last week, Spencer and I signed up for memberships at "Gold's Gym". The pain began almost immediately, but I am committed to see this through. I am pumped (figuratively) about this.

In addition to the lifestyle change, my Romania life changed. Last week was the first week of having Trinity come for school. Things are going to take awhile to settle down, because she still sees me as "Drew the playmate" instead of "Drew the teacher". We are going to be working on getting her reading as soon as possible (her desire).

On a lighter note, the devastatingly abysmal year of the Cleveland Indians has finally ended, and the Browns have finally gotten rid of Braylon Edwards. Bring on basketball season. (Over/under of LeBron having 17 triple-doubles this season?)

Sloppy OCD

2009-10-02T02:30:00.000-07:00

I am officially coining this as a new term. Even though there are aspects of my life which I am fairly laissez faire, however when it comes to my computer (or most specifically my external hard drives), I am totally and completely OCD. A once over my apartment would reveal that I am not the most clean person. Dishes occasionally go undone for several days, clothes may or may not be washed in a timely fashion and sweeping is done only out of necessity.

Giving a once over of my hard drive would show something completely different. Television shows are very carefully labeled, episodes being divided by season and clearly labeled in the season by episode number and name. It is a wonderful system that allows me to cleanliness I desire. My dvds and books at home are done similarly.

This is how I have decided to start looking at my relationships. Some of them are going to be nicely packaged (where there are no surprises), others are going to be messy. In my life, I am finding for my sanity that I need both. There are unfortunate relationships that exist just to be conversation fodder.

Many people I have known I have brought unnecessary drama to my life (both directly and indirectly). This definitely prevents life from getting boring. However, it is the more stable relationships that prevent the inconsistent relationships from getting the best of us. People have changed me. Each person I have come in contact with, has changed me a little. It's interesting seeing the direction our lives progress, and the relationships we have along the way. Both the "Sloppy" and the "OCD".

Empathy (Part II)

2009-09-23T23:28:00.001-07:00

This is my second post of the day, so it would probably be advantageous for you to scroll down and read the first post...first. It will be on the same subject, so it shouldn't be hard to find.

The only complaint I have with being an empathetic person comes on the competitive field. I am much more likely to give someone the benefit of the doubt. Calling ticky-tack fouls on myself on the basketball court, playing a ball that clearly missed the line or not questioning someone that has clearly cheated me. Unfortunately, this also extends to the teams that I root for. Perennial losers, Cleveland sports teams get my support year after year. This happens not because I enjoy disappointment, but because I can forgive them, because to a certain extent I know what it's like to be a loser.

For this one downfall of empathy, it has major benefits in my life. People tell me things. I don't look to be an ear for people to throw private information to, it just somehow happens that way. The only thing I can think is because I have shown an ability to listen with emotion and care about what the other person is saying. This helps when being friends with people. It also happens with people I don't know too. As a counselor at kids camp one year, I came across a girl that I hadn't seen up to that point in the week. She was off by herself, sobbing hysterically. I had an obligation as a leader of the camp to go and talk to her, but that is not what made me do so. I felt compelled to comfort her. After a couple minutes of crying because she missed home, she was ready to rejoin the group. I was comforted by the fact that she was put to ease.

The area with which I view empathy as a gift within my own life is in the classroom. When I graduated college and got my first job, I was pretty rubbish in the classroom. I will fully admit that. However, because I had such love for the kids, I wanted to become better. I love that there are still many of my student-teaching students that remember me fondly (even though I believe I may have done irreparable harm to them as learners) and still many of my students from SCS remember me.

I praise the Lord for blessing me with a gift that has two sides to it. There are disappointments that come from empathy, but there is also joy.

Empathy

2009-09-23T23:00:00.000-07:00

I was reminded a couple days ago why I dislike my empathetic nature. Normally, being empathetic is a good thing. You are able to relate to others on a very personal level. You clearly are able to see from someone else's point of view. When you work with kids (especially in a school setting), it is easy to see how many need to learn this trait. There are others that naturally, intuitively feel empathy towards others. I consider myself in the latter of these two. For as long as I can remember I have been sensitive to the needs of those around me. I would kill me to see people hurting when I was a kid. This along has brought me my fair share of discomfort over my life. I am going to touch on a different aspect of empathy which I was only reminded of a coupld days ago.

I received a phone call from a friend a couple days ago, inquiring whether or not I would be interested in playing tennis. I have not played tennis for nearly two years, so I jumped at the opportunity to get out and hit the fuzzy ball around. I have learned over the years that I am better than most people who would like to play me in tennis. Please do not misunderstand, this is not hubris, it is just fact. This does not matter one iota. Mac has been a very casual tennis player, and only picks up a racket on rare occasions, but he is still able to get games off me. I know there are times to compete and times to have fun, the problem is differentiating between the two.

My senior year of high school was my banner year as far as tennis is concerned. I played my best and my record reflected such. I finished my senior year with an 18-9 record. There are a lot of small teams in mid-Ohio, farm communities where kids do more working than focusing on sports. I was very fortunate to have parents that wanted me to get better and helped me realize it. But there were several teams that, to be honest, were not very good. This did not matter. I played my entire senior year without "bageling" (6-0, 6-0) anyone. I was so concerned with the other person's feelings, that I would inevitably ease up and allow them to steal a game. It was even worse if I thought the other person was hurt.

The story which I remember most vividly involves a rival I had from a neighboring school. Kris Ross went to Ontario, and through a mutual acquaintance, Kris and I became "friends". Kris believed himself to be the better tennis player which was fine (in retrospect, he may have been), but I was able to best him. I was fine with the competition against him, but he had significantly better scores against mutual opponents. Kris and I both played first singles for our respective teams, and we played against each other's competition. So, Kris began to tell me a story of how he was able to beat the number one player from Crestline (another high school in the area) in 13 minutes. He was able to play the entire match in 13 minutes. In his mind, he was astounded with how completely he destroyed his opponent. I, on the other hand, was wondering what it would be like to be on the other end of a shellacking that bad. True to form, when I played said Crestline player, I won 6-1, 6-1.

I am very thankful I am an empathetic person, it does take a bit of the killer instinct out of sports though.

The Mighty Indians

2009-09-20T23:55:00.000-07:00

Let it be known, every line from this came from an episode of “The Mighty Boosh”. There is essentially no original content. For those of you that have never seen the show, let's just say, it's random.

The Mighty Indians

Come with us now on a journey through time and space, to the world of the Cleveland Indians.

Marte: Hi, I'm Andy Marte, and this crazy character is Eric Wedge.
Wedge: Don't touch me.
Marte: He's such a joker.
Wedge: I'm not joking. Don't ever touch me. Not now, not during the game.
Both: Ah...
Wedge: Don't touch me. Andy, I thought you were dead.
Laporta: I rescued him from the edge of death.
Wedge: Well, what do you want a chocolate fruitcake with beans on it? Get to work.

(Mark Shaprio walks into the room. Rifle in hand, he fires into the air, the players scatter)

Shapiro: Nothing to worry about. I'm sorting things out here.
Hafner: Where are all the players from the team going Mark? Something's wrong here, I'm going to get to the bottom of this.
Shapiro: Shut up Travis, you're out of your depth.

(to Wedge) The old men that sponsor the team are coming by today, and if they see the team knocking on death's door, they aren't going to pay me bo-diddly.
Wedge: So, what do you want me to do about it?
Shapiro: I want you to dress as a gorilla. You know, eat a banana, dance around, kick some hay.
Wedge: I'm not doin' that. I'm a man. I've got dignity and poise, I'm not dressing up as a gorilla.
Shapiro: Well, if you don't all the players will go poor and they won't be able to afford toboggans and sausages. Walk and talk with me. I'm your boss man, but I'm also your friend. I'm not your wife, but we have made massively violent love. Did I say that out loud?
Wedge (to Andy): Are you still here?

(Andy drops his head, feeling dejected once again. Suddenly music fills the clubhouse)

Andy: All the things I'll never see.
All the things I'll never be.
All there is that's left for me,
Is here in this eternity
Of Isolation...Isolation.

The cavalcade, the jamboree
Of life I thought was meant for me.
I never dreamed that it would be
Replaced by this eternity
Of Isolation...Isolation

Wedge: Okay, you made your point in song format.

(Andy sullenly shuffles back to the end of the bench. As he nears his designated seat, Andy overhears several conversations)

Wood: What do you think of me?
Marson: I don't rightly know, Sir.
Wood: Make an assessment.
Marson: I suspect you're a right Southern gentleman.
Wood: You got that right mother licker.
You failed to take into account my mirror balls.

Gimenez: Think of it. Chris Gimenez Colon Player.
Brantley: Colon player?
Gimenez: It has ring to it.
Brantley: I think it has the wrong ring to it.

Choo: Noooooo...who are you? How can I understand you?
Sizemore: I'm Grady Sizemore. The man, the myth, the maverick.

(Grady's arm in a sling, all look concerned as to whether or not he will be able to return to 2006 form)

Skinner: There's only one way to get this boy ready for the game.
Willis: Training montage...
Shelton: with music.

Sizemore: This is a dangerous mission. All I ask is you remember me.
(leaves room)
Wedge:Who was that?

Hafner: I've got a bad feeling about this.

(Having successfully convinced Grady to have season ending surgery and brokered three trades which will be completed at season's end, Shaprio and Dolan sit together in the owner's box. There conversation turns to the team...and money)

Dolan: This is sheer liquid wonderment.
Shapiro: We're going to make a fortune. We could split the profits 50-50.
Dolan: 60-40.
Shapiro: What?
Dolan: Nothing, my pretty.
Shapiro: Flirtini's for everyone.

And so, the moral of the story is, “Never loo...”

The World Race

2009-09-17T01:13:00.000-07:00

It was only recently that I was alerted to the fact that there is an organization which runs mission teams in an "Amazing Race"-esque fashion. Upon hearing this, there was both confusion and fascination on my end. So they travel to different places around the world (cool!), they partake in interesting challenges that make sense only to the natives (okay), they fight and bicker with other teams that are also out on the road (that doesn't seem very Christian); but I was pleasantly surprised to find that the last two of these were not part of the plan.

This current team, made up of five ladies and two guys, made its way to Arad because there happens to be a family connection. Kendra is related to the Dunns. The World Race group needed to fill a gap after completing the Irish portion of the trip, before continuing on to Egypt. So, Kendra got in touch with Scott and the plans became more concrete. I have to admit, even though I do not know much about the World Race, if all of the members are like this current team, I am very impressed.

A wonderful group of people have come to this city of Arad. Seeing their hearts by talking with them, worshiping with them and having fellowship with one another has been very beneficial to everyone here. Inevitably when working with people you can't truly get to know, there frequently be times of doubt and depression. The, "what have I gotten myself into" moments creep into the heads of everyone from time to time. Unfortunately, when living in a foreign country the problems are exponentially more discouraging. It was nice having a breath of fresh air come in the form of this team. It was a real pick-me-up, that was needed.

It is always surprising when your life is blessed by people you don't know. This has certainly been one of those times, which I will not forget.

Side-bar - making these types of connections is why I enjoy traveling so much. Even though I may never speak to these people ever again, they have shared in a part of my life. If I was ever to run into them again we could carry on like old chums. There is always the chance that somewhere down the road I might be able to help them in a more substantial way. Old friendships are what has allowed me to travel so freely these last several years.

A new ministry

2009-09-15T12:43:00.000-07:00

I have very exciting news. I am a self-proclaimed sports fanatic to a ridiculous degree, and for the first time since I arrived in Romania last year I am able to use this fanaticism. Shortly after I arrived, Stephen saw that I was able to bring my baseball glove back with me this year and he went on to mention a new ministry that has begun in Bujac (an area of Arad on the west side). I was excited to hear that a missionary has begun teaching baseball to the kids of Arad. This thrills me to no end. I am by no means a great player, however through the countless hours of my childhood and adulthood watching baseball, I feel I have something to add.

All this on top of my being able to watch an American football game (the Browns no less) with actual Americans in my Romanian apartment was pretty wicked awesome. Unfortunately, it was a loss to the Minnesota Favres, but it will be the only game I get to watch this year with real people until the Super Bowl. On other sad news, it was another disappointing week for the Buckeyes of The Ohio State University. This will be something I will blog about at a later date, because my family has a history of supporting teams with no chance of winning (i.e. Cleveland Indians, Cleveland Browns, Cleveland Cavaliers with the latter having the best shot of winning within the next 10 years). The Walters' are by nature gluttons for punishment, but as I said that is a blog for another time and another place.

Cast of Characters

2009-09-15T00:19:00.000-07:00

I began to realize that anyone reading this blog may find it difficult to understand without having a clear grasp of the people I'm talking about. Ergo, I present to you, the players of my life in Romania (with description).

The Dunns

Scott - the patriarch of the Dunn house. Scott's work consists of working with the Andres family in assisting the Emmanuel Church, promoting Romanian growth and cultivating leaders to take over the church.

Paula - the matriarch (married to Scott), is personable, the networker and is on the Oaza board. Paula works with the Oaza foundation to help provide for the children that are in the house, and those that have transitioned on.

Stephen - the older of the two Dunn children. Stephen is very gifted with numbers, and an overall bright kid. Entering his senior year, the job becomes finding the right situation as the family transitions home for a year of homestay.

Lydia - the baby, is equally intelligent. Lydia is the intrinsically motivated student that stays on top of her studies. She is also the one most likely to leave class early to go hang out downtown with friends.

The Balls

Spencer - hailing from Flint (we still get along with each other), this 29 year old family man came last year and has been working with the Oaza house. A general handyman and man with a car, Spencer does the little things that help the Oaza children get to the things they want to do.

Lynsey - is heavily involved in her own ministry with the children of Bujac. Lynsey teaches two English classes to anyone that wants to attend. With increasing numbers and interest from the community, this is a ministry that is taking off.

Trinity - the wisest member of the Ball family is an incredibly intelligent (and outspoken) four year old with a mind of her own. Trinity has already begun preparation for kindergarten when the family returns from their two year sojourn, and already has most of the skills mastered.

Jonathan - the wildcard of the Ball family. This rambunctious two year old is never short on energy, or mischievousness. Jonathan is hilarious and this occasionally gets him into trouble.

Principle Andres family

Nelu - the patriarch of the family and the Emmanuel church, Nelu has very graciously served the church since it was started.

Neli - the watchful mom, takes care of some of the day to day Oaza operations, including the distributing of goods to the children.

Laura - the eldest of the Andres children, it is Laura's vision that allows Oaza to be a reality. Incredibly kind and compassionate, Laura has helped the lives of many of Arad's children and served countless more.

Casius - number two in the family, is mostly involved with the Emmanuel church as part-time pastor and full time worship leader. Casi plays guitar and sings, and brings insight into the congregation. Casi is married to Daniela and they have a son, Timi

Patricia - more commonly known as Patri, works very closely with her sister in making sure Oaza runs smoothly. Parti has many duties including being with the kids throughout the day. Patri is married to Cesar (pronounced Che-zar) and they have a daughter, Nicol.

Although they are not with me in Romania, I would be remiss if I didn't include my own family, because they are a part of my story no matter where I find myself.

The Walter Family *snap* *snap*

Rev. Paul Walter - part-time pastor, part-time superintendent, but full time dad. Also, occasionally referred to as Pablo, by yours truly.

Cheryl (Shae-Shae) Walter - kindergarten teacher by day, family glue by night. Currently taking care of her school children and her own children.

Me - narrator extraordinaire

Liz Dusseau - Spring Arbor admissions representative, Liz is my introduction to much of what I am missing in the states, especially music. Married to Mark Dusseau, worship leader for the Jackson Free Methodist church and member of the band "Like Jonathan" (check them out on iTunes)

Amanda "Da" Riggle - certified elementary teacher (currently looking for full-time employment, if you hear of any openings). For the next two and a half months, a mother-to-be. Married to Josh Riggle, also a teacher that works hard to provide for the family.

Sarah "Zama" Walter - the youngest of the fam. Sarah will be graduating from Spring Arbor University a semester early. This is the one I have to look out for, she may be the only one that stands a chance of seeing more of the world than myself.

This concludes the brief overview of those with which I am mostly likely to talk about. At various times, I am sure I will introduce more players, however this list will suffice for now.

TV time

2009-09-11T03:32:00.001-07:00

Continuing with what was started yesterday gets me to, what is sure to be my favorite new show of the fall. This again was something my sister, Liz, alerted me to. Last May while I was still in Romania, before heading home for the summer, I received a facebook message from said sister say that I needed to check out a new show. The Pilot was available for free download on iTunes, and she was sure that I was going to enjoy it. Much to my chagrin she was correct. That new show is "Glee", and I am geeking out over it.

Ever since I downloaded that first episode, I had been impatiently waiting for the rest of the show to start. Finally, after nearly four months of waiting (this past Wednesday), "Glee" was back. For those unfamiliar with the premise of the show, allow me to fill you in quickly. Glee takes place at the fictional William McKinley High School somewhere in Ohio, a school known for having a highly ranked cheerleading squad (the "Cheerios") and at one time an award winning showchoir group. Many years have passed since anyone at the school cared about the glee club, until a former member of the group (now a teach, Will), feels compelled to get the group competitive again. The task then becomes convincing the students that the glee club can actually be a fun activity. And hilarity ensues.

There are two things I am looking forward to from this show. The first, being a former showchoir participant, is the music. In the first two episodes, we have heard music from Journey, Kanye West and Rhianna. These were not just playing in the background, but incorporated into the actual show, sung by the cast members. This promises to be a very interesting way of telling a story through song. It also turns the entire show into a drawn out musical, which I love. The second thing I look forward to are the cameos and on air talent the show can bring. One of the leads already made a name for herself on Broadway as a member of the original cast of "Spring Awakening" (Lea Michelle). The other name I have heard will be making a guest appearance is Kristin Chenoweth.

I will be following this show very closely this year, and it is easily the newest guilty pleasure on the television.

New music

2009-09-09T23:20:00.000-07:00

I first have to tip my hat to Liz and Mark for cuing me into this band. Thank you both.

I have now decided to make it my mission to get as many people addicted to the same things I am addicted to, so that I have others that can take part in the self-loathing that eventually takes place with guilty pleasures. The surprising thing, however, is that Owl City (despite how ridiculous the name looks) is an absolutely amazing band. The best part about it, is how multilayered the songs are. Everything is deeper when you take a step back. Complex tracks that boggle the mind, clever lyrics which many times mean more than what you originally think they do ("Then we'll take a long walk through the cornfield, and I'll kiss you between the ears") and a certain level of happiness to the music that makes me enjoy it more the more I listen to it.

I have mostly listened to the CD "Ocean Eyes", and confess to begin completely sucked in to it. With only a few tracks that I choose to skip, not because they are bad, but because I can't wait to get to the next song. As mentioned by my sister when we listened to the CD for the first time, she admitted to not having listened to the whole CD by herself, because she just listens to the first three songs repeatedly. I totally understand how this is possible.

For those who have not heard of Owl City allow me to make a comparison. At any given time, I believe they sound like a combination of Postal Service, Death Cab for Cutie with a piece of Relient K thrown in for good measure on occasion. It is peppy electronic music at its best. I personally gravitate toward "Cave In", "The Saltwater Room", "On the Wing" and "Fireflies".

I look forward to more music coming from this band, and strongly suggest that everyone check this band out at least once.

Adjustments

2009-09-08T00:10:00.000-07:00

I love to travel. I know that many will not believe that, but it’s true. The crowded airports, the delays and the lost baggage. Oh, I love it. But I don’t like arriving at my destination, because inevitably it means that I need to start adjusting to the new time and place.

I am finding it a much more daunting task getting readjusted to Eastern European Standard Time than what I remember. Insomnia is confusing, especially when one knows they should be tired. It’s given me plenty of time to work on my musical (picture werewolves on the moon...with, you know, singing) and movie (just a small town girl, living in a lonely world). I may have gotten those mixed up, but I’m not sure.

But I can say that I have significantly more time than what I’m used to. I guess that’s what happens when you’re only getting two or three hours of sleep a night.

Inspiration

2008-12-09T23:33:00.000-08:00

I must say that my time in Romania hasn't gone exactly how I thought it would, and that is neither a good or bad thing. The one thing that I am fortunate about it having time. I like that I have the ability to do many things which have interested me over the years. Whether it's getting ideas down on paper, playing the guitar more, or simply reading, it is nice to have the opportunity to do said activities. With this comes a lot of patience. as things have not gone smoothly, I have had to deal with things as they have come. So, it is very much so a blessing. I am thankful for all the Lord has shown me in my short time here, and continue to look forward to progressing in his love.

On a lighter note, I am trying to think of more ways to show people what it is I do (and also because I am in a fairly mischievous mood). Therefore, I have begun devising videos which will be posted, showing Romanian life in all its forms (hopefully these will be humorous forms). With that I bid you all adieu.

Sorry for the break

2008-11-27T06:39:00.000-08:00

It is Thanksgiving day, and I am ecstatic to post some things which I am very grateful for. First and foremost, I am thankful for the ability to live a life that has been redeemed. I'm am thankful for all the opportunities I have had because of my acceptance of Christ. It's incredible to see the places life will take a faithful person. Secondly, I am so grateful for every single person that has contributed to my life on any level. Those that have financially invested into the work I am doing, and those that are regularly praying for the work the Lord is doing through me.

I also am thankful for health and safety. Not many people know, but I have been having some recent health problems which appear to be on the mend. So, I am excited that things are beginning to head back the way of normal. For the safety of others, as recently there has been an epidemic of car accidents with my family. All have been minor, with no one suffering severe injuries. So, with all of this, I am thankful for answered prayers.

And I'm back...

2008-11-04T11:01:00.000-08:00

Well...I am very thankful to report that even though the schedule what nothing short of hectic, my trip to Ireland was a smashing success. 43 hours of travel accompanied with 31 hours of face time (eleven of which were being slept through), and I was successfully able to say a long goodbye to some friends I will not be seeing for quite some time.

Do I regret this voyage? Absolutely not. It was in many many ways completely mandatory. This was really one of the last times the "Korean Klan" was going to be able to be gathered in a single location (with the unfortunate exclusion of Ed...who was desperately missed, and brought up in conversation on several occasions). I am very glad that I went, and would do it again, if I had to choose to. However, with that said, there is absolutely no way I would ever make such an abbreviated trip (if I can avoid it).

All I'm saying is that if I am coming to see you, I better be getting more than the time it took to travel to hang out. So, I am in the process of recovering. I am also wondering what else I can get myself into while I am over here. I have basically lived behind a fortified wall for a weekend, went parasailing, and have been to Ireland. Crazy.

A Whirlwind

2008-10-28T08:11:00.000-07:00

It's kinda crazy to think this (being that I am not a spur of the moment type person at all), but being as though I will shortly not be able to see two of my closest friends (as they will be going to New Zealand to start a new life over there), I have purchased my ticket to see them this weekend. Now like I said I am not a spur of the moment type of person, so there are a lot of things that I am having to do in a very short period of time. And truth be told...it's kinda exciting. I mean, as long as I am not sleeping on the street, this should be a wonderful trip. Oh yeah, I'm going to Ireland (which is the other best part).

Korea is going to be revisited, as a group of former strangers, who had a chance encounter in Korea, meet up again in a foreign land. And this time we have a mascot. So, look out Emerald Isle.

Count Dracula

2008-10-17T02:44:00.001-07:00

I have taken a break from my usual humdrummery, to go on a bit of a trip. Scott was going to a conference in a different part of the country and asked if I would be interested in going to see a city called Sighişoara. This is a really interesting place, because it happens to lie in the county that Vlad Tepeş was the ruler of.

If you don't know who that is let me give you a little background. Vlad Tepeş (aka Vlad the Impaler) happens to be the prime material a man named Bram Stoker used to base his very famous book, "Dracula" on.

The house I am staying in, is run by two very lovely ladies (Dorthy and Roberta), who are Nazarene Missionaries. Their house is actually located in The Citadel, which is to say that it is within the walls of what used to be the stronghold of the city. It's really quite remarkable. From the window of the room I am staying in, I can see the highest point of the hill (the fortified church), along with 2 of the 16 spiers (various people had a spier i.e. the blacksmith), and a view of the city from high up. I was also, given the opportunity to meet some college students doing practicum work here in Romania (two from Mount Vernon Nazarene, yes it's a small small world). Just when I think that I'm getting used to things, I have the opportunity to experience something new, and remind me how amazing this all is.

I think Dracula is out to get me...or the mosquitos.

My Quarters...

2008-10-02T07:26:00.000-07:00

Imagine if Heathcliff's artists and Garfield's artists got into a contest to see who would paint a room the fastest, and those are the colors of my apartment. I am literally living in what used to be a Communist block apartment. A prefabricated apartment that was is identical to every other one that was stacked either above or below it. I have always been afraid that one day I would end up living in a housing development where all the other people had the exact same house as me (ultimately adding up to one of my neighbors knowing every square foot of my place and robbing me out of house and home), but it's not that bad.

My apartment is comfortable for right now, but hopefully in a little while it'll be more like home. I'll get some wall decorations (some kind of art), some plants, and some kitch and I'll be good to go. Pictures to come later.

Day One

2008-09-30T13:48:00.000-07:00

Today I was given my first true taste of what I will be doing in the country for the next _____ months. And I can say that it is going to be an interesting time. If it will go as smoothly as today, I can say that I am not too worried.

In addition, a conversation arose today about what other activities I am going to be participating while I am here. It is looking like a very good option (and I am very excited) that I will be teaching English courses (just like good 'ole Korea) for OAZA. The other option is to help start a youth group in the church. This one is a little more time consuming, because I would have to start from scratch. Now, even though I worked with a youth group in Ohio, it was a thriving youth group, and I have little experience building a youth group. If you have any advice what-so-ever (start-up advice or articles to read) I, and the kids, would greatly appreciate it.

All my bags are packed...

2008-09-13T11:10:00.000-07:00

I'm ready to go. I have purchased my ticket and am very excited to report that I will be departing on the 24th of September. This has been such a remarkable journey, so far, watching God work in amazing ways. Thank you, to everyone who has supported me.

I am looking forward to being able to give real updates of what I am doing, being that I'm not sure what exactly I'm going to be doing. All I know is that I'm going to do my best to be a blessing and use my gifts, talents, and knowledge in whatever ways God is willing to work.

Times like these

2008-08-05T09:11:00.000-07:00

To say that I am overwhelmed right now, would be a bit of an understatement. I have been very fortunate in my life to be surrounded by people that support me and have assisted me during all times of my life. I received a phone call today from one of the most incredible people I have been lucky to have known. Not only is this man the hardest worker, but has one of the biggest hearts. I know that many of the people who will ultimately be reading this will not know who Glen Hoffman is, but he has blessed my life (and the lives of others) in ways that I cannot put into words.

I am starting down a path of service for the next year, and if I can resemble half of the man that Glen is, then I will be doing a lot of good in the world. If you know Glen (or someone like him), please take the time to thank him. Because when it comes right down to it, there's no way of knowing all the good that the kindhearted have done.

Big News

2008-07-29T17:16:00.000-07:00

I just received an e-mail confirming that I have a VISA. Now becomes the arduous process of raising funds. I will be getting in touch with basically every single person I know, so be looking for my letter in the mail (it will be the one with DESPERATE stamped on the outside.

I have been struck by lightening

2008-07-14T19:39:00.000-07:00

I have had an epiphany. My entrepreneurial side has decided to open a business. As I have started thinking about the tasks which lie just around the corner, it becomes increasingly more and more daunting, to the point where I have no desire what-so-ever to do them. That said, I am going to open a business so that others will do the menial jobs for me (and others, but most importantly me). The question would be, who would I initially hire, but that doesn't matter cause I'll pay with the Euro. Anyway, my fear is that I am going to forget something hugely important. So, by establishing this new enterprise, I would be constructing a list of everything that need happen (and ultimately would grow as the business would grow and new cases be completed).

Basically, I'm in the weeds, but I'm not behind the 8 ball...yet.

So much to do...

2008-07-13T10:10:00.000-07:00

The job is only starting and it is nothing short of daunting. As much excitement as has surrounded this decision, I am still left with all of the planning that needs to take place over the next several months. I appreciate the positive responses I have heard from everyone. I will do my best to keep everyone as well informed as I can.