It all happened in the blink of an eye Part 1
On Sunday morning I was awaken by up to my alarm clock to a day that seemed so far away at one point. I remember feeling so… “Legit” as if I had already achieved what I had set out to do that day. This was it! October 11th 2013. TRAINING CAMP!!!!
Boarding the plain In Spokane I waved back to Bethany as she drove away. In my mind I knew that it was this moment, right here… right now… that I would have to make a choice. I knew If I got on that plain, I would never be the same. My feet were planted still while I waited for my ticket letter to be called. I quickly became anxious and started thinking the “what if’s”. What if nobody likes me, what if its hard, what if I’m not really meant for this… I knew if I got on that plane I was taking a step into the unknown, and for the first time in my life I was so afraid of the calling God had been preparing me for. More afraid than ever before.
Arriving In the Atlanta Airport I stepped off the plain to an unfamiliar face asking my name and THOROUGHLY REJOICING when she learned it was me! Boy she was tall! I was not expecting Kay Em Evens to be so TALL! As we pilfered our way down to the baggage claim, around the airport a few times and finally to our shuttle destination. We and quickly realized how out of shape we truly are, how often we didn’t know our right from our left and how much luggage we SO DID NOT need to bring. Kay and I were ridiculously tired by the time we got into our Hotel room But, then we found ourselves catching up, get to know one another… GIRL TALK. 
After about 2 Hrs of listening to Kay go on about Bed bugs and other silly things we both had realized we were starved. I got a brilliant idea to ask our shuttle driver to take us to grab a bite since we were basically in the Projects of ATL and it would be unsafe to walk anywhere at that Hr. In response to the warm conversation we had with him earlier he instantly said yes. I felt so safe with this man. So on we went to grab some grub when 2 other Gals from Chicago decided to join. Now, they had to be in there upper 50’s, Beautiful African American sisters I was shocked they could hang with us at 2am. They loved the Lord and just LOVED what Kay and I would share with them about World Race. By the end of it all we headed back to our new home belly’s full and 2 new friends in hand.(literally they could hardly walk) Our driver came back to retrieve us. we thanked him from the bottom of our hearts and in response he said this witch utterly changed my life forever. “It is my pleasure, I remember what it was like to not have a full belly when I sleep, and its something I never ever want you to know. That is why Ill take care of you” He closed the doors to the van and as we road home in the car with quiet chitter chatter in the background his words continued to play over in my mind. As i gazed out at the Atlantic streetlights I remember feeling taken care of, Loved… By a total stranger.
How can this be? How can a Nigerian man who had finally won the fight of becoming a citizen of the USA along with his wife and children, who works nights… LONG NIGHTS at that, slaves over people like myself just to earn a tip. someone who puts himself at risk every day of loosing his wife or children, someone who has worked hard for a life here where I was just simply blessed… How can he take time out of his day to make sure that I was fed. I believe it was that moment that God confirmed in me my choice to be a world racer. God Used this man as an example of what His love looks like. This Godly Nigerian man saw the opportunity to love the least of thees and I never realized that could be me…
