Day 1: woke up late, took my 2 minute shower, couldn't find my ID badge, puked halfway through the ship tour, and was generally feeling like I was ready for mom to pick me up. But this isn't camp... So, I laid down for a few minutes and decided to figure out the phone system to talk to my mom. It turns out that pretending to be brave makes you braver. After somewhat successfully convincing my mom that I was fine, I took a deep breath and and got on with the day. And you know what? It ended up being a pretty nice day.
That evening there was a church service and the woman who spoke has lived onboard with her family for 25 years! She told the story of a little girl who tripped one day walking home from school. Unfortunately, a cut on her leg lead to a massive infection causing 'Noma.' Noma is a gangreous infection, and for this girl, it spared little of her lips and mouth causing quite a disfigurement. Though there were many road bumps along the way, the girl had a number of surgeries involving her leg and face, over a series of years, performed in 3 different countries on Mercy Ships. Her mother was invited to speak, and through tears she told us about God's goodness and the blessing of Mercy Ships. This mom and her family had been through so much, yet she remained incredibly faithful. After a rough first day, I felt humbled and energized to be part of this amazing group of people. Hearing about this family and their connection to Mercy Ships, I feel so happy to be called here.
So mom, don't pick me up. I've got exciting work to do! And the good news: I got through day 2 and I tolerated both my malaria meds and all 3 meals! Today I start orientation on my ward! Can't wait.
Kylie, this is amazing. I commend you for you courage and your love of life, for following your dreams. You have been given of gift and you are sharing it. God Bless you and you will be in my daily prayers. Thank you for what you are doing.
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