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After months of anticipation, I finally called off my Peru trip with Climbing for Christ due to the spike in airfare. While disappointed, it seemed like the right thing to do. That was two Mondays ago. Wednesday of the same week, I was contacted by an eMI Project leader regarding a new project in Haiti, to masterplan and design some first phase buildings for a ministry which includes medical, education, feeding programs, crisis care, evangelism, and discipleship. Since I have been preparing to go on a mission trip and flights to Haiti is much more affordable, everything is in place for me to accept the timely invitation. Interestingly enough, this project also needs fundraising materials to be put together. Since leaving the SIL, the campus newspaper at Mac, I have been aching to take my camera and pick up my notepad and pen to write some stories. Perhaps this is my chance to do so. Brad, the leader of this project, just notified my today that my ticket to Haiti in June is purchased and confirmed. This will be my third time in two years. I really should pick up my French textbook again.

On a completely different note, I am ready to run my first trail race and my first race after my Achilles injury back in Janrary which put me out for two whole months. Rather than reporting how good it is to be back at running, what I want to say is how much of a blessing the past two to three months have been.  I got the chance to think about why I run, put my piorities back in order, and the hiatus forced me back to the pool, which turned out to be a blast. Swimming with SwimMac, a US Masters Swimming group,  has been so much fun, despite the fact that I am swimming half the speed of all the former college swimmers. As a lap swimmer, I never realize how technical this sport is. Now I do. My input personality has been put to good use lately.

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