So we got alerted last night....
Wait, we got called and asked to volunteer for a mission in Haiti.
Of course I volunteered. Didn't consult anyone, didn't really think about it. The internal conversation that went into this decision went like this.
Haiti? Yeah, Haiti. Well we never been there have we? Nope! Alright, let's go.
And that's it.
Good enough for me.
Then I called the mom.
She was pretty pissed. Her external conversation (directly into my ear) went like this.
You just got home, you got a new place, you got a new car, you just went back to work, everything is going fine, and now you want to leave again. Blah, blah, blah. There's so much disease down there, there's people running around with machetes, there's dead people, there's falling debris, there might be more quakes and on and on and on.
Well excuse the shit out of me. Apparently I have angered the life giver.
Am I going to Haiti? If they let me, fuck yeah I'm going.
All I could really say to her at the time is relax, you're going to be fine. Nothings for sure yet, and yappity yap yap yap.
I don't fare well when it comes to explaining myself on the spot. I do much better when I have time to sit down and think about it.
So here goes. And its pretty simple.
Like Afghanistan, Haiti is one of the more monumental events that's happening now. Its probably going to be one of the more monumental events in my life, and I sure as shit don't want to sit home and watch it on TV. I want to get in there and mix it up. Too many people in my generation are slaves to the internet and TV and their cell phones and all that shit. I mean look at the fact that we are donating to Haiti by text message. Sad sacks of shit can't even muster the energy to write a check and mail it to the Red Cross. The idea of leaving their comfortable suburban lives is so far from their minds that they don't even know its there.
Myself on the other hand...
I love you Mom...