Our National Director's Crazy Truck!

So as Wes and I were moving into our new apartment a couple of week ago we made an honest, uninformed and just all out hilarious but unfortunate mistake. We used the National Director's truck. Our National Director over here in Panama is a great man. He's one of the most motivated men I've met (motivated to share the gospel with whomever he can) and was so kind to let us use his truck, but I don't think I could say the same about his truck. When we left with our stuff (that was stored at Lionzo's house by the way) from his house, we were left stranded halfway home in the middle of a busy one way street in front of a bus stop (The buses in Panama are a little scary and intimidating by the way). I couldn't believe what was happening as I tried to start the car over and over again to no avail. I was sweating like a mad man trying to figure out what was wrong with the National Director's truck! After a good ten minutes of blocking traffic and huge buses blowing their fog horns at me (there is no fog in Panama, yet the buses use fog horns, I guess it's to get a message across: get out of the way!) we pushed the truck to the side of the road and all was well in the world, the buses stopped honking and life continued on the street, I was no longer the international public disturbance wreaking havoc in Panama. At least that's how I felt at the time, I was even afraid the police would come after me and take me in for disturbing traffic like that, but no, they just drove by and didn't even take a second look at what was going on with us. So as you can see in the picture above, I'm smiling and having fun even though all this was happening. Below you can see the truck pushed over to the side of the road. We spent the day trying to figure out how to start it again, but we had to call in the mechanic. In the end, we left the truck there overnight, and the mechanic fixed it the next day, but it didn't stop there.

A week later, or maybe even the same week, Wes ran into trouble with the truck again. This time Lionzo was driving, but after a night of eating out with Panamanian students and staff, the truck ran into a hole. It took hours to sort out the situation, but Wes finally got home that night around 3am. It was all good and fun though. Both Wes and I are able to look back on these even and just laugh, but I think we also gained some valuable experience and lessons of: Patience.