I had everything I’d always wanted; a successful career, great friends, travel and adventure, annual trips to Tiffany’s, fine dining, etc and everything pointed towards a great future. However after the death of a close and trusted friend I found myself questioning, longing for something more in my life and uncertain of the direction of my future. After a few years of nomadic emotional wandering God began to answer my question of “What am I supposed to do.”
Work had become a place of little joy and the first step was to quite my role as a Starbucks store manager. I turned in my resignation on a Monday and felt a huge burden lifted only to be replaced with the heavy feeling of the unknown. And as many know all to well, that is a very scary place to be.
That week brought my friend, Wendy, back from her month serving with Mercy Ships. Excited to hear about her experience we scheduled a lunch for Saturday. I remember listening to her stories longing to have an adventure like that, to serve like she had. At some point in the conversation Wendy mentioned I should go there, that it was an environment I would do well in. Like so many have said, I responded, “yeah but I’m not medical, I couldn’t do anything.”
Then the magic words, “There’s a Starbucks on board!” After almost nine years in Starbucks I could definitely do that. I promptly sent in my application and waited to hear back. Shortly after I received my acceptance letter and the rest, as they say, is history.
And so since May 2013 I’ve called the Africa Mercy is my home and I wouldn’t have it any other way. This blog is my heart…. things I see, people I call family, stories of patients who’s lives are changed, and more and I invite you to join me on this journey.
Although I am currently serving with Mercy Ships, everything
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