Sorry Everyone for not writing in a while. I cant believe so much time has passed so fast. Well lets get back to where I left off.
As most everyone who is associated with my family back in Tennessee knows that the Wedding bells were ringing. This was a stepping stone in my sister's and my families lives that I could not nor did I want to miss. Yet at first I was not sure if I would be able to go, considering I was oversea's and currency has never been a true a friend of mine, My FATHER had blessed me abundently. He lent me every penny that was needed in order for me to go home. So thank you DAD for helping me get home for my beautiful sister's wedding. It was a true blessing.
Alright so I was not just blessed with being able to come home and see my family give my sister away in marriage. I was also blessed on the trip home as well. My trip home began at the Otogar (bus station) in Aşti. The bus left at midnight. Now these busses arent just your everyday average bus. These are of epic proportion, they have their own stewards and stewardesses walking up and down the isle passing out food and drinks and making our ride as best as possible. We also had TV's and plus I did not have to sit by anyone. It was fablous not having to sniff some armpits all night. The bus took a total of six and a half hours to get to Istanbul for my early morning flight.
Once I got to Istanbl I had to figure out how to get to the metro station. It was definately more difficult to find than when I got directions online. However, I asked a few guys and eventually found out the general direction. I definately would not have found the place if it wasnt for a Turkish guy about my age, knowing a little english and the stones to pull me from the crowd of on coming taxi drivers. I made the big mistake of asking one of them for directions. Then I immediatley became the dead deer in the woods smelled by vultures. These guys totally swarmed me at six thrirty in the morning. However, My new friend not only took me to the metro station, he also paid my way. He was also headed to the metro. So we rode on the metro together for some ways until he finally had to leave. However before we parted ways he made sure I knew where to get off next and where to go from there. He was a total Godsend. If it wasn't for this kid I probably would have accepted a taxi which would have cost me forty lira or more.
My trip consisted of people blessing me the whole way home. For instance whenI got on my plane to London I sat by a very attractive Turkish woman, who happened to be a pyschatrist. We hit it off well as we discussed our roles in life and cultures. It was a very fun trip full of laughter and just plain good conversation. We also talked for another two hours after we had stopped in London for our layovers. We grabbed a bite to eat and then eventually it was time to part ways.
I had also met a few other Workers on my last flight to Atlanta. One was from India that was on a short term and the other was a man that is long term in Kenya. It was a total pleasure to get to know him. He told me some awesome stories about his time in Kenya. It was great to hear some more encouraging stories from a fellow worker on the field, living for our FATHER. Looking at this person, now in hindsite, helps me realize that there are more people in this world who wants to tell those who have not heard about the Good News Of Victory In Battle.
