We had a visitor on Saturday night, a little girl who we found in our place. We had returned from the beach late on Saturday around 9pm. I had gone to my tent to get a few things, and Kristin had walked with a few of us who were also outside. She had told us that there was a little girl in our house she had rummaged through a few bags. She also had passed out in the back room on one of the beds of the missionary’s that are working alongside with us.
I walked into the back room and saw a few squad mates pray over the whole situation and over the little girl. I looked down to see whose stuff had been messed with. Not thinking that it could have been mine, because there were 22 other packs she could have picked from. It wasn’t until I could see my entire belongings scattered on the floor. My underwear, clothes, necessities, and everything I owned on the floor mixed with my one of my team mate’s belongings. She had taken everything out of my pack and opened all my bags and dumped the contents out on the floor. The only thing she took was my red polo shirt. I was grateful because I had my entire medication sack in a big ziploc bag in my big pack. The bag was on top and I rushed to check to make sure she hadn’t taken any. By the looks of it, she didn’t. I have no clue what the outcome would be for her if she had taken any of the medication; if I would feel guilt or regret to have so much, medication in my possession. I did feel that my personal belongings and personal space had been violated. I know this might sound strange, but my pack is the only thing I have that is mine; that I can call my own, and no one else’s.
Going on the World Race I had to give up personal space, personal opinion, and personal rights. It was just hard to have my stuff thrown on the floor without a care. It took me all of 5 mins from the time I realized it was my stuff to the time I thought “how is the little girl?”, “Why she came to us?”, “What happened for her to end up at our place.
The thing is God has taught us to forgive and move on. I have already forgiven her, and I hope from this experience she learns that it’s not right what she had done. It could have been a lot worse than it was. I know God was watching us that night.
