A registered mail (Signed letter mail)
Today I almost cracked down. The story is quite long. It's about
sending a registered letter mail. I realized on Thursday. That
theaddress I wrote to the skype of my sis was missing the postbox
number. I prayed on Saturday and Sunday a bit to God to fix up the
whole situation. On Monday I decided to Go to the local TNT and ask
if the registered letter has arrived. They told me nothing has
arrived for Honigkamp 2. That is The address where I live. They
gave me a number told me I should call and ask how to proceed ih my
case and what is the standard procedure. I called to Sali to ask
him if he knows what I'm supposed to do. He suggested that we went
to the TNT central post office and ask. I asked him if it is
convenient for him to go to his home around 14:00 or 15:00. Then I
went to school to the auditorium we had some lectures scheduled
with M. Mayers our counseling teacher was there. After completing
the Belbin Team Roles test in order to find out which person is
most suitable for what kind of function in our 17 people group.
Brian the project manager assisstent revealed us how to interpret
the results from the test. According to the test I am suitable as
implementer a Shaper and Resource-Evaluator mostly. Then we did an
interesting exercise where we split in two groups and we had the
assignment in which there were 6 people occupying different role in
society and in a different age. We had to select which 3 of them
are we going to save and decide this as a group. This should be
counted as a team building session, it was quite interesting and
scary. Because I realized some day I might face the same dilemma in
some form and then I had to decide for real God forbid. Then I went
to the school library and I worked on my Design.BG report I had to
fix some minor things to align it with the fixed version of the
report. Oh yes not to forget, big thanks to Nomen (Mitko) and Niki(
lunarstill) for checking out the report for errors and coloring the
erroneous things in red. Then I went to Sali, like we have spoken
earlier. He wasn't there. I had a couple of emails to write related
to my work as sys-admin. Then Mimi (Sali's wife) treated me with a
coffee :). Then I called to Sali to ask him if he is coming soon.
He proposed to meet near Aktion. So I took the bike of her nephew
(a girlish one) and went to the city center. They were drinking
coffee there with Koko's father (Bat Birio). We tried to reach for
the city center post but it was closed. I tried to call the number
they gave me earlier in the morning in TNT post and spoke with the
guys. But however that wasn't really helpful. What I got from them
is that my parents need to request for investingation of the
letter. I was on my way to get really angry. I tried to explain to
an old Dutch man who happily spoke some English my problem and ask
him to help 'coz he knows dutch. He hardly grasped what I mean, so
I had to explain it again and again numerous times, that truely
irritated me. Then another man waiting on the queue for picking up
post letters. Heard our conversation and advised me to ask my
parents about the letter number. I went out of the post office
tried to call my father and ask him about that info. My mother
picked up the phone and told me with a bad tone my father has went
to my village and was on her way to scream to me over the phone and
blame me for the fact that the letter was missing the post box on
the letter head. I got really mad and had a desire to break the
phone in the ground so I closed the line. Then we went to Sali and
left the bike. I felt really fucked up and desperate the devil
tried to suggest me some ideas about a suicide again as well as
some ideas abotu smoking. So I started praying, while listening
Larry Norman on my mp3 player. I went to the dorm still in
desperation, I passed the pigeon holes, anyways I thought OK let me
check my pigeon hole. And guesss what HalleluYah! The registration
form for the letter my parents sent me week ago was there! Glory be
to Our Father through Our Saviour Jesus and the Holy Spirit! Glory
be to the God Almighty! For obviously he heard my prayers from
Sunday and Saturday and responded. The whole story had a moral for
me from God. If we try to do things our way without the Lord we
might do nothing, as our Lord and saviour Jesus Christ said
"Without me you cannot do nothing!". However again I tried to act
in the newly created situation the human way I thought nevertheless
the fact thatonly 10 minutes were left until the closure of the
presikhaf's post office. I ran up to the post office with the
letter acceptance form and asked for my letter and guess what the
lady on the reception told me that I had to come again after 10:00
the next morning because the letter haven't arrived yet. The moral
that God gave me is it's all in his hands even in the situation
where we thing he is not in control, he is and things does happen
not in the time we want but in the time he decided!