Currently sitting in JFK, working on an inordinate amount of airport-overpriced McDonald’s (I don’t think calories count before you move to a foreign country though?). It’s getting close to midnight here, and less than two hours until I’m wheels up to Guyana. It’s been a busy last couple of days, staging in Philly, with another long day of travel tomorrow once we touch down in country sometime in the early morning.
Anyways, being on the brink of leaving America for a couple years has me thinking a lot about America. If the news is any indication, we’re going down the tubes– and they’re nice enough to provide pre-made enemies to target your indignation at! (Although I’ve yet to figure out how Democrats, Republicans, Christians, and Atheists are all concurrently destroying the republic).
These past couple of days though, I’ve gotten to meet and know the 37 other volunteers in my cohort, and have come to realize, despite what Childish Gambino may say, that THIS is America, this group of people of diverse race, gender, and background who have come together to serve. Not that I have any idealistic views about changing the world through my service (I won’t, and that’s not even the point of the whole thing). I just believe that, in the words of Bill Clinton, “There is nothing wrong with America that cannot be cured by what is right with America.”
So excited to serve. The values that have made America always great, the “courage, imagination, and an unbeatable determination to do the job at hand” are alive and well.
(taken shortly before we ran back to the hotel through pouring rain)
Enough nighttime rambling from me. Next post from Guyana!