Thursday, December 16, 2010

Farewell Morocco! - Police Story

"No, life cannot be understood flat on a page. It has to be lived; a person has to get out of his head, has to fall in love, has to memorize poems, has to jump off bridges into rivers, has to stand in an empty desert and whisper sonnets under his breath... We get one story, you and I, and one story alone. God has established the elements, the setting and the climax and resolution. It would be a crime not to venture out, wouldn't it?" -Donald Miller,Through Painted Deserts"  

I have ventured out, and I have seen, tasted, touched, smelled and heard amazing things in this unusual place. I have thoroughly enjoyed much as well as  grown during this chapter of my story.  I have drawn closer to God.
I have lived Morocco, not just read about it. The reasons for leaving the school will remain private. If we have a cup of coffee in Seattle together,  we'll share our stories.

Before I leave, this true story is for the gals who went to PFO with me as well as dear roomie Jill. Since we had such high hopes of making a difference in the lives of children, I want to honor these ladies: Judy, Lynn, Gail, Courtney and Jill, with one last Moroccan moment.

So, Robin was driving Judy and me to Californie Marjane, when her cell phone rings. Judy asks if she should get it. Robin takes the call. Stops at intersection. Police officer heads towards Robin's side of the car, staring hard at her. Robin rolls down her window while putting the phone away. The police officer with large plastic white gloves...or are they leather?, demands to see Robin's driver's license. After taking it, he tells her to pull over to a side street. He then tries to speak French, and she says English only. (Good job Judy on not speaking French:-) He then demands 1 million dirhams($200,000.) Robin says not in her lifetime. 

The police officer smiles right after he asks for the money. He then demands $500 dirhams. Robin asks for the ticket first. He says he will give it to her after she pays $500 dirhams. She asks for the ticket. 500. Ticket. 500. Ticket. Back and forth ad nauseum. He then walks away with her driver's license and the car registration. Seems to be talking on his cell phone. Humphing around about 50 feet from us. I prayed out loud, "Dear Jesus, you see the situation we are in, please help us." Everyone says amen. The police officer walks over and throws the license and registration at Robin and struts off. Robin drives us away. 

Just a regular, everyday occurrence in our world. 

Don't forget to pray out loud ladies. I love you!

So, on to the next chapter.........

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