Wednesday, December 11, 2013

Perspective

The view from our casa
Perspective.  This view is from our house, and you might see adobe and brick houses, dry earth, and mountains, here in Peru.  I see families together, people visiting, hear children laughing, and the sounds of a warm and friendly community.

I learned a really good lesson on perspective today.  I woke up at 4am, and could not sleep.  My insides were twisting and turning, (yes, I am taking medicine for Giardia now), and I could hear that darn old rooster trying to wake everyone up.  It sure worked for me.

I also heard my computer start up and then stop.  FYI, I started a PhD program in September.  It is an online PhD program from the University of Nevada Las Vegas.  I got a good start on the three classes I am taking before we left November 1st, but the online part has been really challenging due to slow and poor internet access (no wireless here, only internet cafes).  I usually work on my assignments on my laptop, download them on to a flash drive, and then go to the internet cafe and send them.  I do the same with the information from my courses--download it onto a flashdrive, then work on it in the casa on my laptop.

My laptop charger has been finicky, requiring patience to get it to actually charge the laptop.  Sure enough, when I got up this morning, it was not charging, and my computer was dead.  I said a prayer, and that didnt work either to get it charging.

And I have two big papers due on Friday to finish two of my courses.

Nonetheless, I felt really grumpy.  Sam was slow to get up as always.  I was tired, and not patient.  I walked he and Ruth to school, and went to the hospital for my clincial experiences (I am there four hours every day).  Not a lot was happening at the hospital, (with the seven total patients there) so I cam home to work on my papers.

When I reached my calle, I saw an old woman.  She had sacks on her feet for shoes.  And it hit me.  Perspective.  What does it really matter if your basic needs arent met?  I went into my house, and my computer turned on.  The prayers worked after all.

And I have shoes to wear.  Life is very good to me.

1 comment:

Ruthie said...

I am grateful you wrote about this, Mom.