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2. When we were in Nairobi I was in desperate search for an avacado. I was in the fruit market and a guy comes up from behind me and says "Can you Shake it?" I turned around was puzzled. He said when you shake the avacado and you can hear the pit rolling around in the middle it was ripe. I bought the avacado. It was not ripe. Thanks for the disturbing comment Mr. "I don't know my fruit man."
3. When I was flying from Little Rock to Chicago I looked in my bag to realize that I did not have my epi-pen with me. I am deadly allergic to all seafood and fish. To the point that if I eat something fried in the same oil I will immediately be dealing with a closed throat and it only gets better from there. I sent an email to Paula and gave her a heads up. When we arrived we found out that the medical missionary that they deal with had a vile of Epinephrine but not an adult pen. He had his toddler's pen that he said I could take. He told Paula if I had any problems that she could give me the dosage with a needle and vile he provided us with. He also added that if she gave me 1 cc too much I would die of a heart attack. All the while I was smiling and trying not to sweat in my one outfit but assured him that all would be well. I was thinking on the drive back to their house. Great I don't think our will has been updated- and I will die in this ugly outfit. Why did I ever bye this ugly sweater vest from 1/2 of 1/2 in the first place? If I did die in this outfit would they make me something to bury me in so I would not be buried in black and white?
I did not have to use the toddler epi-pen, nor did Paula give me a shot. I had a close call in one of the Pastor's homes. They served a lovely white inclusion in the veggie appetizer- calamari. God is faithful and I did not eat it.
5. On the way back to Little Rock from Istanbul I litterally was checked by security or passport control 8 times. I kid you not. It was like I might as well have duck taped the thing on my chest to save time. I was about ready to- then I thought - that is not a good look for me - so continued to smile and give it to them when needed. Also when I got home- how would I get the sticky residue off of my passport? I am a thinker people.
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