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!