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Trip To India


The day finally came 11th October 2011, the day that was a  mixed bag, happy and scary. Our families were there to provide support and when we boarded the plane, we counted our blessings. You see there was a gentleman who was so kind to give us three seats and we traveled very comfortably.  We met  a mum , aunt and baby Mark also coming to Chennai , coincidentally coming to same hospital seeing same doctor. They said that doctor had given them appointment for 15th and that broke our hearts as we were aware he had traveled but agreed we would come on 12th. But when we were in the flight to Chennai it was squeezed, we didn’t like our seats and late moved to two seats. 

We thanked God for safe arrival at at the airport this security guy volunteers to help us get our luggage and he actually helps us out of the airport without our cargo being inspected. When we got to the hospital car that was waiting for us he wanted a tip, thankfully a friend had warned me that this is the culture here and we just ignore. Well we did but what caught us but surprise was after the driver showed us our rooms, he too wanted a tip…what we were so shocked . Well the good news is when we got to hospital we were informed that we would meet  the doctor/surgeon  later.
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Phyllis Blickensderfer said…
I surfed here from 'The Act of Jochebed' when I read of Samara's operation. It is a blessing for me to read of God's people in Kenya. I'm looking forward to learning from both of you. May God bless your little Samara!
18 November 2011 at 05:24
Sylvia_Counselor said…
Grammy thank you. God is real in our lives and we experience His love and mercy everyday. We pray that we can be used of God to share His love with the world through our simple lives and testimonies.
18 November 2011 at 18:03
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