So I don´t want to write this blog because I would like to prove to everyone, especially myself, that I am responsible. I cannot even remember how many stupid mistakes I have made in the past- just plain stupidity. (I think I am more blonde than I would like to admit) But this is ridiculous and I have to share it on this blog if this blog is supposed to be an accurate portrayal of this period of my life. So mom and dad, please don´t worry because everything is okay, I just scared myself. Okay, now you probably think i almost died, but no. I almost lost my passport. You see, ever since I came to La Serena, I really don´t need it on a daily basis. So after a few days here I just decided to hide it in my room. I put it in this old newspaper and put it behind my books. Well, two days ago I decided to REALLY clean my room and not remembering that my passport was hidden there, I threw away the newspaper. Now in Chile the garbage is taken out every night basically.
So yesterday, I got this random thought, the first time I have ever had this thought since I hid my passport, that I should check on it. Well I tore apart my room looking for it. And started to panic. Not only was my passport in the newpaper, but my tourist card also.
I knew that it was not the end of the world and it would be difficult but not impossible to replace, but still, I felt horrible. I went up to the roof and prayed and cried. I wish I could have cried more since it has been a while since I cried and a good crying always feels good afterward. But after half an hour of feeling just completely helpless and alone, I figured that God had probably been waiting for me to get to this point for a while. I think the passport issue was just a triger for alot of feelings that had been festering in me for a while.
Anyways, I later that evening I thought I would try one more time to look for it. When i remembered that I had put the passport in the newspaper and thrown the newspaper away, I was almost scared to go look at the trash. I knew it was taken out on a regular basis every night. But I went to the trash, and miracle of God, it was not taken out the night before. I dug through the trash and the old newspaper and the passport inside. PRAISE THE LORD!!!!
One of the humorous thoughts that came to my head when this was all going on was that I just wrote to someone and told them to have more faith in me and that their expectations of me were too low. Yeah...Something like that.
So yesterday, I got this random thought, the first time I have ever had this thought since I hid my passport, that I should check on it. Well I tore apart my room looking for it. And started to panic. Not only was my passport in the newpaper, but my tourist card also.
I knew that it was not the end of the world and it would be difficult but not impossible to replace, but still, I felt horrible. I went up to the roof and prayed and cried. I wish I could have cried more since it has been a while since I cried and a good crying always feels good afterward. But after half an hour of feeling just completely helpless and alone, I figured that God had probably been waiting for me to get to this point for a while. I think the passport issue was just a triger for alot of feelings that had been festering in me for a while.
Anyways, I later that evening I thought I would try one more time to look for it. When i remembered that I had put the passport in the newspaper and thrown the newspaper away, I was almost scared to go look at the trash. I knew it was taken out on a regular basis every night. But I went to the trash, and miracle of God, it was not taken out the night before. I dug through the trash and the old newspaper and the passport inside. PRAISE THE LORD!!!!
One of the humorous thoughts that came to my head when this was all going on was that I just wrote to someone and told them to have more faith in me and that their expectations of me were too low. Yeah...Something like that.
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