We arrived safely. We are especially grateful for this today, as we passed a very bad accident on I-75 KY mile 16 (or so) that involved two medi-vac helicopters and a coroner's van. It is hard to be upset at being delayed when you know someone's life is in peril. We don't know the details of this accident, but God does. Please pray for those involved and their families, as well as for the safe arrival of the other six Servant Event groups arriving tomorrow.
Our guys have decided to be creative with their blogs this year (or at least for today) so enjoy! Also, since we are traveling and rooming with the other Michigan groups, we hope to have some occasional guest blogs for you this year.
Nikki
Seth Whitehouse-
Today I drove in a van for about 14 hours, slept a bit, ate a lot, and listened
to music a lot. I was walking down the hall, then I punched the wall, right
through into the bathroom stalls, under which I crawled, the person in it was
rather appalled, and it was the cops he called, he was very tall and bald, and
I was very small, so to avoid a brawl, much butt I hauled, to create a quick
loll, so I could jump into a u-haul, which was heading to DePaul, then the
engine stalled, and things started getting dull, so I got out and walked to the
mall, where I bought a basketball, with which I dribbled like Chris Paul, and
made my opponents fall into a knoll, where they were attacked by Darth Maul and
all his thralls, who turned them into ragdolls, then took them all to give to
his friend Saul whose daughter wanted some small dolls.
James Spangler-My day. Oh what a day, I must say. It started
at night, the dead of night, for I did not sleep, thus when the hour struck
five and we departed for the first leg of our journey, I would be able to
retire to the back seat of the 15 passenger horseless carriage, where I could
sleep. The plan did not go as I had intended, however I did log many hours of
sleep time during our voyage. The rest was spent listening to music and talking
mostly with the ones who are called J.T. and Mariah. Once the carriage needed a
refueling we stopped to refuel ourselves. We ate at a place named Cracker
Barrel, which is where I learned that we were much farther south than we had
originally started, due to the accent the workers had. The meal was one of
delight and I filled myself with wonderful food; bacon, eggs, and French toast.
Then we drove the rest of the way to the church here and are the first group to
get here.
