This is another missionary-kid--he didn't go to RVA but his siblings did, so it was nice of him to come find us. Caleb MacLachlan, thanks.
This is Caleb with his roommate from basic training, who is sent here by the military from Senegal. I kind of like the way Africa just rises up to find you no matter where you go. They enjoyed playing football (soccer) together.
Then we carried school supplies, a printer, underwear, goodies and the GUITAR (allowed at the last minute) to his dorm room, and had to say goodbye again. I know that was hard for both of us. It was so good to see and feel him in the flesh and hear a bit about his life. I do think he has made some friends, and found things to laugh about. I also know it is wearing to be constantly graded, constantly competitive, always at risk of being abused, never quite sure of what is next or how to act and react. When I came out into the real world again, I realized what an elite group is there, every single person healthy and smart and strong and courageous. It's definitely not the real world but we pray it is a training ground for those who would influence the world for good, rescue the weak, stand for honor.
Grief is always so tiring. So off to rest and recover, but very very thankful.