April 30th, 2006
Global Night Commute Beautiful Disaster
It was a grand beat-down. Autumn and I left early because we were drenched. Basically what happened is that we had a tarp that we laid down, then we added some blankets and folded the tarp back over the top of us. So we went to sleep about 9 or something. I think it was 12 when people started scrambling because the sprinklers came on just a hundred feet or so from where we were.
Well… Autumn and I decided we didn’t want to move so I rigged the tarp up to cover us a bit better and we figured we’d be fine. Well, we were the only ones who stuck through the sprinklers… and I’m pretty sure we’re the only ones who left early cause they were drenched. Basically, the tarp leaks and it wasn’t rigged good enough anyway so water just gathered in the bottom of the tarp and soaked us through. So for about 2 hours we laid there soaked, huddled together trying to stay warm. I think she was able to sleep, I didn’t sleep really though. I just kinda thought about what a bad idea it was not to move away from the sprinklers. So, I ended up running back to get the car, picked her up, took her to her car and then we parted ways after a long “i know, i know, it was horrible wasn’t it” hug.
I felt horrible. Like lower than low. I felt pretty worthless, very very insecure with myself, kinda felt like I couldn’t win. It’s been a rough week and I was just really down on myself – believing *all* of the devil’s lies. So I cried for a while and eventually sent a text message to my good friend Tim just kinda stating how I was feeling. Well, he called me. At 5 am. He was awake… And thank God. I told him the story and he just laughed. And laughed. And laughed. And he helped me put the whole thing in true perspective. He helped me realize how funny it was that Autumn and I were sitting alone in the middle of a baseball fiend, in the middle of Dallas, Texas, under a tarp at 3 am, soaked to the bone because of the sprinklers, miserable and cold… all because I/we decided not to move and I mis-rigged an already leaky tarp.
The only other thing that redeemed the night for me was when Autumn said (paraphrased) “you know, I’m glad we stayed in the field and got soaked. Yeah, we were miserable, but we experienced more of what the children of Uganda experience – not every night they commute, every night they sleep outside, is clear and beautiful like ours. Some nights they get soaked to the bone… Some nights the wind rips through their fragile little bodies…” Amen. And for that reason, I’m happy to suffer…for even a glimpse of what it’s like for them.
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