tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31250110602540115372024-03-12T20:30:55.451-07:00Lessons of LiberiaUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger75125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3125011060254011537.post-84204605407983607392011-10-04T18:15:00.000-07:002011-10-04T18:49:06.973-07:00i'm third.If it were up to me, Africa would be the only thing I talked about all day every day. The topic is more <b style="color: #ff9999;">interesting</b> than my classes at Ball State, more <b style="color: #ff9999;">exciting</b> than who’s in a relationship with whom on Facebook, more <b><span style="color: #ff9999;">important</span> </b>than the Muncie local weather, and I think I may even <b style="color: #ff9999;">love</b> it more than my boyfriend <i>(Sorry, Jay)</i>.<br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 5.25in;">However, as supportive as my friends and family are about my passion for Liberia, I don’t think I’d have anyone left to listen to me if every word that came out of my mouth revolved around my love for a country most people have no interest in ever visiting.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 5.25in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 5.25in;">(<i>Bless you, dear reader, for being one of the few who have an interest!</i>)</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 5.25in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 5.25in;">Nevertheless, the fact I traveled to Africa does come up every so often, and when it does, those who are unaware of my story are always surprised.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 5.25in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 5.25in;">* <span style="color: #ffcc66;">eyes widen</span> * </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 5.25in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: large;">“<i><span style="color: #ff9999;">Africa? You went to AFRICA?</span></i>”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 5.25in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 5.25in;">*<span style="color: #ffcc66;"> head cocks to side </span>*</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 5.25in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: large;">“<i style="color: #ff9999;">Was it hot?</i>”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 5.25in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 5.25in;">This is the first question <b>99%</b> of Ball State students ask me- I kid you not.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 5.25in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: large;">“<i style="color: #ff9999;">Yes</i></span><span style="color: #ff9999; font-size: large;">,</span><span style="font-size: large;">” <span style="font-size: small;">I reply. </span>“<i style="color: #ff9999;">Hot and poor.</i>”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 5.25in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 5.25in;">At this point I usually laugh at their predictable naivety and my dry humor as I begin to explain that, while cliché, Liberia was a “life changing” experience and that if they ever have the opportunity to go, traveling to a developing country will change their view of the world and consequently, their life.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 5.25in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 5.25in;">I’m absolutely thrilled on the rare occasion that someone takes an interest in my experience. Not because I like to hear myself talk, but because it’s awesome to be able to teach. I love learning, especially outside the walls of the classroom. I think most people secretly do.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 5.25in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 5.25in;">Occasionally I’ll meet someone genuinely interested in Liberia, but more often than not, the conversation quickly leads to our stress over next week’s exam, or the inconvenience our essay’s due date has on our social lives.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 5.25in;"><b style="color: #ff9999;"><br />
</b><span style="color: #ff9999;">It’s easier than you can imagine to get caught up in my daily life here at school, where the hardest part of my day is getting up in the morning and the toughest decision I’ll make is Jimmy Johns or Subway for lunch. I worry about what I’m wearing, how I look, what I say, and how I act. I care what other people think of me- many of whom I don’t even know and will never meet. I strive to impress my professors and parents, and hope to stand out as either smart, pretty, funny, or some other quality that I feel people will accept and love me for.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 5.25in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 5.25in;">I hope writing in this blog will not only be an outlet for me to talk about what’s <b style="color: #ff9999;">interesting</b>, <b style="color: #ff9999;">exciting</b>, <b style="color: #ff9999;">important</b>, and what I <b><span style="color: #ff9999;">love</span></b> about Liberia- but to help keep me focused on the fact that <span style="color: #ffcc66;">I’m third</span>.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 5.25in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 5.25in;">It’s an idea I learned while working at <a href="http://www.ymcastorercamps.org/">YMCA Storer Camp</a> this summer.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 5.25in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 5.25in;">God first. Others second. <b style="color: #ff9999;">I’m third</b>.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 5.25in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 5.25in;">Every day of my life I put myself <b>first</b> 99.9% of the time.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 5.25in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="color: #ffcc66;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">"Look out for #1."</span></i></div><br />
<div style="color: #ff9999;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">"Stand up for yourself." </span></i></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 5.25in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 5.25in;">This is what we were taught to do since grade school. "<i>Look out for others</i>" or "<i>stand up for those who can't stand up for themselves</i>" don't flow off the tongue as easily I suppose.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 5.25in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 5.25in;">I hope that in writing about Liberia, I won’t lose sight of what I learned during the short time I was there. I hope it will help me remember that <b>I’m third</b>.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 5.25in;"><br />
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After emailing him my response, I continued to roll around the question in my mind the way you roll around a Jolly Rancher candy in your mouth. You can’t simply spit out the hard candy and suddenly stop savoring its flavor. Similarly, I couldn’t simply spit out Bryan’s question and suddenly stop thinking about my answer.<br />
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Hence, <b>the blog is back</b>. After four months of abandonment, I am not going to pick back up where I left off, but instead, start a new chapter. Lessons of Liberia, Part 2, if you will.<br />
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<b style="color: #ea9999;">I think it was a combination of factors that took me to Liberia.</b> Not a combination like a Wendy’s #1 value meal, where the quarter pounder, hot salty fries, and ice cold Coca-Cola go perfectly and obviously together- but more like the combination of nucleosynthetic elements scientists predict produced the Big Bang; an unpredictable and unreplicable scenario.<br />
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In a nutshell, it was a cross between my endless ache for adventure and my desire to see the world outside Midwest America. And after seeing many of my friends borrow and waste their parents money “studying abroad” in the pubs, clubs and other drunken corners of first world nations in Europe, I knew I wanted to do something different than “see the world” through foreign beer goggles and meaningless humanities credits.<br />
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Traveling to a developing nation struck me as a kill-two-birds way to see the world and embark on a guaranteed adventure. However, due to the lack of universities and increased safety risk in third world countries, study-abroad programs in developing nations do not exist.<br />
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I started looking into volunteer-abroad programs instead. After some research, I realized due to the same safety concerns, most programs do not travel to many of the poorest nations in the world either. <br />
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I decided I didn’t need a program. I wasn’t thrilled about walking in the footsteps of hundreds or thousands of past volunteers anyway. I was going to go road-less-traveled on this adventure, and try to “change the world” in whatever small way I could while doing so.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3125011060254011537.post-89462661392088664682011-09-01T14:55:00.000-07:002011-09-20T15:01:55.678-07:00welcome.<div style="color: #fff2cc; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">thanks for stopping by.</span></div><br />
My name is Laura. One way or another, you stumbled across the blog I kept while in Liberia, West Africa in the spring of 2011. To follow my journey chronologically, please use the "Blog Archive" on the right hand side of the page to start with entries I posted at the beginning of my trip in February. Below is my favorite photo from my trip, a link to the charity I started while in Liberia, as well as my email address if you have any questions, or simply would like to chat.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">www.theAcampaign.com </span></div><div style="color: #ffe599; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">lbmerz@gmail.com</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3125011060254011537.post-18015574755105331522011-05-29T01:08:00.001-07:002011-05-29T01:17:35.739-07:00goodbye.So much to say but so much to pack! I leave today and am so sad to go. I'm headed to the airport around two this afternoon, and am traveling from Monrovia to Accra, to Atlanta, to DC to Detroit.<br />
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Many of my friends were over at the Chapmans last night, and it was great to see everyone one last time. Lots of tears, but lots of laughs, too. I read something I wrote thanking my friends for everything, and I barely got the words out. Tears were streaming down my face before I even stood up to speak, but somehow I sniffled through it!<br />
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I have so much more to say about Liberia and will continue to post as my journey continues in the states. Thanks again to everyone who made this trip possible, and thanks again to my Liberian family. You will forever be in my heart.<br />
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</div><div style="color: #ffe599; text-align: center;"><i>there's something I want to tell you</i></div><div style="color: #ffe599; text-align: center;"><i>that I'm not sure how to say</i></div><div style="color: #ffe599; text-align: center;"><i>words are going to fail me</i></div><div style="color: #ffe599; text-align: center;"><i>but I wrote this anyway</i></div><div style="color: #ffe599; text-align: center;"><i><br />
</i></div><div style="color: #ffe599; text-align: center;"><i>and I struggled to form the letters</i></div><div style="color: #ffe599; text-align: center;"><i>that spelled what's in my heart</i></div><div style="color: #ffe599; text-align: center;"><i>cause love's a language that can't be written</i></div><div style="color: #ffe599; text-align: center;"><i>but I hope this is a start</i></div><div style="color: #ffe599; text-align: center;"><i><br />
</i></div><div style="color: #ffe599; text-align: center;"><i>you've made my time here special</i></div><div style="color: #ffe599; text-align: center;"><i>in a million different ways</i></div><div style="color: #ffe599; text-align: center;"><i>and made me feel welcome</i></div><div style="color: #ffe599; text-align: center;"><i>from my first to my last days</i></div><div style="color: #ffe599; text-align: center;"><i><br />
</i></div><div style="color: #ffe599; text-align: center;"><i>you've shown me how I want to live</i></div><div style="color: #ffe599; text-align: center;"><i>you taught me who God made me to be</i></div><div style="color: #ffe599; text-align: center;"><i>I'm sad because I'm going to miss</i></div><div style="color: #ffe599; text-align: center;"><i>being part of your family</i></div><div style="color: #ffe599; text-align: center;"><i><br />
</i></div><div style="color: #ffe599; text-align: center;"><i>thanks for all the joy we've shared</i></div><div style="color: #ffe599; text-align: center;"><i>and the hard times you've seen me through</i></div><div style="color: #ffe599; text-align: center;"><i>thank you all for all you've done</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="color: #ffe599;"><i>you have no idea how much I'll miss you</i><br />
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“Alberta is healing well - she has had a number of dressing changes with no signs of infection. She has a little splint on that is called an airplane splint because it keeps her arm out like an airplane wing. She is cute and precious, such a sweet, little, spirited child. Pain level has been tolerable & we are looking for her discharge to be near the end of June.”Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3125011060254011537.post-91395649925023929092011-05-26T13:00:00.001-07:002011-05-26T13:00:17.835-07:00first class.Can't believe I'm down to my last few days here in Africa! I have so much more to tell and a million photos to share, so I will continue to blog more lessons of Liberia even after I'm home.<br />
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Today I stopped by the Delta office to confirm my flight and pick up my ticket. I depart from Monrovia on Sunday at 5:45 pm and arrive at Detroit Metro at 9 pm on Monday. Somewhere during extending my stay and changing my departure date, there was a mix up with my ticket, and I managed to get bumped up to first class for FREE! I'm super excited to see what that's all about :)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3125011060254011537.post-65462181814195414562011-05-25T13:00:00.000-07:002011-05-26T13:03:22.978-07:00fam photos.It's been a busy week trying to check off the remaining items on my to-do-before-I-leave-Liberia list, and a few days ago I crossed off shooting the Chapman's family photos! I wanted to give them some updated fam photos as a thank you for taking me in the past few months, and below are two of my favorites.<br />
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The goodbyes started today, and will continue throughout the week. Many <a href="http://www.samaritanspurse.org/index.php/Liberia">Samaritan's Purse</a> employees have projects in the bush, and are always traveling up country for days and weeks at a time. <a href="http://jonesinliberia.blogspot.com/">Joni</a> heads up tomorrow and won't return until Monday, so today was the last time I'll see her....for who knows how long.<br />
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That's the hardest part about saying goodbye in this situation; not knowing how long you're saying goodbye for. As long as you and your far-away friend are both in the United States, planes, trains, and automobiles can easily get you together. But when cross-continental travel, thousand dollar airfare and visas are required, planning a trip to see your pals gets complicated. I'm hoping that seeing my friends here again is a matter of "when" and not "if," but realisticaly, this week might very well be the last time I ever see some of them.<br />
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In three and a half months they have gone from co-workers to friends and friends to family. And as excited as I am to see my family back home, I am very sad to leave behind the one I found here.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3125011060254011537.post-65348432073959040222011-05-20T15:23:00.000-07:002011-05-23T16:02:20.694-07:00good news.Today I heard from Sierra Leone that <a href="http://theacampaign.com/">Alberta</a> had her surgery!! Doctors say the surgery went well, and she is currently on the ship recovering.<br />
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In other news, the <a href="http://lauramerz.blogspot.com/2011/05/orphanage.html">well</a> in the Kendeja community was able to be fixed! Not only did this well supply clean water to the <a href="http://theacampaign.com/">Ma Dewelie Orphanage</a>, but was also the ONLY well in the entire Kendeja community that didn't produce salty water. I am so excited that <a href="http://theacampaign.com/">The A Campaign</a> was able to fund the repairs. Thank you to those who have supported the campaign thus far!<br />
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The orphanage barely has enough money to cover the costs of rice and fish, let alone any kind of toys or recreational equipment for the sixteen children living there. When I played soccer as a kid, I remember being SO excited when a box of new jerseys came in. Yes, you can still play a fun game of soccer regardless of what you are wearing...but I think matching uniforms instantly make any kid feel like a part of something special.<br />
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The children were excited to receive their new jerseys, but Kristin and I were not so excited about what we found out when we delivered them.<br />
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When we donated the uniforms yesterday afternoon, we were surprised to learn that the orphanage only had a few pounds of rice left, and not enough money to buy another bag. In addition to no food, the orphanage had no water.<br />
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Let me repeat that. <b>In addition to no food, the orphanage had no water.</b><br />
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Not sure how long it has been going on, but sometime recently the orphanage lost access to its water supply. Apparently the village pump has gone dry, so the orphanage has been forced to spend the little money they had left on buying bottled water from the market.<br />
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Kristin, who's family helps out the orphanage when they can, didn't even blink before reaching into her purse to give Ma Dewelie money for more food, and proceeded to offer to drive a few of the older children to the market to go buy it. After saying goodbye to Ma Dewelie an the other children, Kristin, her son Samuel, three of the orphanage children and I loaded up into Kristin's land cruiser and took off to get some rice! <br />
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As soon as Kristin got home, she started making calls to find someone who knew something about pumps and wells. Soon enough she found them, and today at 10 AM we are all heading over to the orphanage to see if the problem can be fixed.<br />
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I'll update tomorrow about what we find!<br />
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In the mean time, please consider a financial contribution to the Ma Dewelie Orphanage. It costs $25 to buy a 100 pound bag of rice, which feeds the sixteen children at the orphange for about two weeks. Visit <a href="http://www.theacampaign.com/donate_right.html">http://theAcampaign.com</a> to give!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3125011060254011537.post-18001943917514791832011-05-18T03:17:00.001-07:002011-05-18T03:18:44.712-07:00prayer request.<a href="http://theacampaign.com/alberta.html">Alberta</a> is getting surgery TODAY. While I am very excited for her, I am very nervous as well.<br />
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Whether you pray five times a day facing Mecca, once a day at the dinner table, or not at all; I am asking you to keep Alberta in your thoughts today.<br />
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If you believe in God, ask Him to bring wisdom to her doctors and comfort to her family. If you believe in something else, do whatever it is you do when things are out of your control.<br />
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I'll post updates as soon as I receive them. Thank you for your prayers!<br />
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First, Samuel flips an entire untouched bowl of Ramen noodles onto the floor (see below). Total mess. Fast forward to the next night's meal, and he is practicing his martial arts moves. "No Tae Kwan Do during dinner, Samuel," Kristin says. Thirty seconds later he punches a full glass of Tang across the table. Then today, in an attempt to transfer a large amount of rice from one bowl to another, he accidentally transfers a large amount of rice from one bowl to his lap. <br />
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It's been an entertaining few days at the Chapman residence. Can't wait to see what happens during dinner tomorrow!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3125011060254011537.post-37934721018835297632011-05-16T16:18:00.001-07:002011-05-16T23:55:49.083-07:00the bag.I had a very busy (and very fun) weekend here, and have SO much to blog about! First, I want to update you on what I am most excited about: <a href="http://www.theacampaign.com/">the A Campaign</a>! Here's a sneak preview of an email going out tomorrow to supporters who have already purchased a bracelet:<br />
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The A Campaign is excited to share with you an update about Alberta, as well as introduce you to newest way to <a href="http://www.theacampaign.com/bracelet.html">wear your support</a>.<br />
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With your generous support, the A Campaign’s mission of helping Alberta was accomplished. Alberta and her grandmother journeyed safely to Sierra Leone, and Alberta is currently on the Mercy Ship and scheduled for surgery this Wednesday.<br />
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On behalf of Alberta and her family, we at the A Campaign would like to thank you for your financial support. Now let's talk about what happens next.<br />
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Instead of calling it quits after helping one child, the campaign continues. We would like to introduce you to Ma Dewelie, tell you <a href="http://www.theacampaign.com/index.html">her story</a>, and how you can help.<br />
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During Liberia’s civil war, countless innocent children lost their lives to senseless violence. But for as many innocent children that died, just as many lived, only now, however, they live as orphans.<br />
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During the war, a woman named Ma Dewelie found herself in a group of people fleeing from rebel fighters in Bong County, Liberia. When the group of people came to a bridge, they pushed and shoved to all cross at once. In a mess of panic, Ma was asked by a stranger to watch her three children while she crossed back over the bridge to find the rest of her family. Ma agreed, but as the woman ran back across, the bridge collapsed.<br />
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Years later, a friend of Ma’s fell ill and was hospitalized. Ma offered to take care of her friend’s daughter, Mary, until she was back on her feet. As time went by, Mary’s mother never recovered, and she passed away in the hospital.<br />
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In the decade that passed since the day on the bridge, Ma Dewelie has taken in sixteen orphaned children as her own. While Ma’s biological children are fully grown, her new family consists of children age three to sixteen. Four years ago, Ma was offered some property to accommodate her ever-growing family, and in 2007, the Ma Dewelie Orphanage was opened.<br />
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While some of Ma’s children are true orphans, many have parents that simply cannot afford to take care of them. At Ma’s, however, they are fed and clothed, respected and loved, and sent to school every day to receive an education.<br />
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In order to support her sixteen children, Ma sells handmade skirts, and her husband Otis sells handmade drums. As you can imagine, they are struggling to get by, especially with surprises like a leaky roof during rainy season last spring, and the need for measles medication for four kids last summer.<br />
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Your contribution to the A Campaign goes directly to the Ma Dewelie Orphanage, helping cover costs of bare necessities like rice for tiny bellies and clothing for growing children.<br />
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Support the Ma Dewelie Orphanage and <a href="http://www.theacampaign.com/bracelet.html">buy the bag</a> THIS WEEK ONLY. <br />
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Handmade from authentic African cloth, the messenger-type bag is coming to you all the way from Liberia, home of the Ma Dewelie Orphanage.<br />
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If the bag is not your style, <a href="http://www.theacampaign.com/donate_right.html">donate your voice</a> instead. Tell those who have much how they can help those who have little, and the two different ways they can wear their support.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3125011060254011537.post-15170611920153886442011-05-13T10:05:00.001-07:002011-05-13T10:27:20.199-07:00boba fett.I present to you, the amazing <strike>Samuel Chapman</strike> Boba Fett!<br />
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Around 6:00 AM, James picked me up from my house and we headed out to Harbel. The thirty-minute morning drive was refreshingly quiet, as the city had not yet woken and the typically hectic streets were empty and still. A few minutes after I had dozed off in the passenger seat, James tapped me on the shoulder and told me open my eyes and look. I blinked wearily, slowly sat up in my seat, and was taken aback by the amazing view in front of us.<br />
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Words are going to fail me here, but I will try to set the scene anyway. We were just peaking a hill, and could see for miles in every direction. There were no people, houses or cars in sight, just a never ending forest of palm tress. The sky was a combination of pinks and golds as the sun rose over the horizon, and a thick mist fell over the palm trees, blanketing the forest with fog. Typically the roads are a mess of pedestrians and taxis and honking and insanity, so this was quite a sight to see.<br />
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When we arrived, Alberta's grandfather shook my hand and told me how thankful he was for what I was doing. While it always feels nice to be thanked, a big part of me felt like I didn't deserve his appreciation. God had answered his prayers, not me. All I did was take a few photos and make a few calls.<br />
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Alberta and her grandmother loaded up their two small bags, said goodbye to their family, and we were on our way. Alberta was very excited for the trip, as she had never been on a long car ride before.<br />
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After listening to many songs come from the backseat that I didn't know, I smiled when I recognized the lyrics to "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star." An hour or so into the trip, the singing subsided, and I looked back to see Alberta asleep on her grandmother's lap.<br />
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A few hours later, we arrived at the border. We pulled into the immigration office to get Alberta and her grandmother the documents they needed to cross into Sierra Leone. The process went smoother than I thought, and only took about twenty minutes. We were even given permission to drive Alberta and her grandmother across the border, something we didn't think we would be able to do. This was very good news, because we could now make sure Alberta and her grandmother were all set with a good taxi to take them to Freetown, the city about six hours away where the Mercy Ship is docked. <br />
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Once we found them a reliable car, we said our goodbyes and wished them luck on the rest of their journey. The send-off was bittersweet, as I was excited that Alberta was finally getting the help she needed, but at the same time sad that I may never see her again.<br />
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After a night of worrying and wondering if they made it, I finally heard confirmation on Sunday morning that they had arrived. Yesterday Alberta had her evaluation with the doctors, so I am currently awaiting news of when her surgery will be!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3125011060254011537.post-32951349712019038232011-05-09T14:20:00.000-07:002011-05-10T00:17:31.450-07:00birthday.Even though I was unable to celebrate yesterday with my own family, the Chapmans did an amazing job of making me feel like part of theirs:)<br />
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I joined them for their annual Mother's Day trip to the Royal Hotel, a hotel/restaurant that has a killer buffet on Sundays. The girls and I had a fun the car trip of taking photos, playing word games, and making up songs.<br />
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I'd never been to the Royal before, and had only heard about its famous buffet, so my jaw dropped when I laid eyes on the all-you-can-eat awesomeness. The food tasted as delicious as it looked, and like true Americans, we all ate 'til we could barely move.<br />
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After an afternoon of digesting, Kristin made us some amazing flatbread pizzas, followed by an equally amazing chocolate cake. Little did I know, I was in for the most hilarious Happy-Birthday-singing/candle-extinguishing of my 22 birthdays thus far.<br />
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During the singing of "Happy Birthday," Steven, age three, wasn't being his usual happy self. We figured he was a little nervous about the giant candle flame (more like a fourth of July sparkler) blazing on the cake in front of him. Upon completion of the song, however, we noticed he actually had something stuck up his nose! "Get the tweezers!" Kristin yelled as the rest of us laughed hysterically. Our laughter only got louder when Kristin extracted a giant piece of STICKY-TAC from little Steven's nostril. A huge grin spread across his face as soon as he was sticky-tac free, and he proceeded to help me blow out my candles- which had been burning the entire time! We all burst out into a fit of laughter yet again when we previewed the last few photos on the camera- the sticky-tac that was lodged in Steven's nose was visible in ALL the photos we had just taken!<br />
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The hilarious/hectic event was the perfect way to end the day. Definitely a birthday I'll never forget!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3125011060254011537.post-73148280192575224482011-05-08T01:38:00.001-07:002011-05-09T05:49:17.140-07:00mother's day.It's fitting that my birthday falls on mother's day. My mom did all the work on the day I was born, and she deserves to be celebrated!<br />
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So a big <b>HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY</b> to all the moms out there.<br />
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Love you, Mom!!<br />
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Love you, too, Grandma!!<br />
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During their final semester, through the miracle of Facebook, I've watched my friends live out their last months of college without me. While I love staying updated on what they've been doing, there have definitely been times when I've felt left out, too.<br />
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The majority of my friends will remember May 7, 2011, as the day they graduated from college. I, however, will remember today for a different reason; not as the day my friends all graduated and I didn't, but as the day I drove a girl named <a href="http://lauramerz.blogspot.com/2011/04/alberta.html">Alberta</a> to a country named Sierra Leone.<br />
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As my Ball State classmates slept this morning, I drove to Harbel to pick up Alberta and her grandmother. As my classmates flipped their tassels, I waved goodbye, possibly seeing them for the last time.<br />
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I am sad that I won't be able to take part in the graduation festivities this weekend, but at the same time, I am happy with my decision to be here this semester, and I am excited to celebrate with all my friends when I get back!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3125011060254011537.post-57913664724053828572011-05-04T10:28:00.001-07:002011-05-10T02:38:57.006-07:00theAcampaign.Friends and Family,<br />
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I have very much appreciated your support during my stay in Liberia, as well as your concern about my new friend <a href="http://lauramerz.blogspot.com/2011/04/alberta.html">Alberta</a> :)<br />
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For the past two weeks, my friend David and I have been collaborating on a project that we hope will raise enough money to support Alberta and her grandmother during their trip to Sierra Leone, as well as throughout Alberta's two to three month long recovery.<br />
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We are launching the fundraising campaign today, and would love for your to be part of it!<br />
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If you would donate your Facebook status for the day, David, myself, and Alberta would be very grateful.<br />
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Check out the campaign at <a href="http://www.theacampaign.com/">www.theAcampaign.com</a> and tell your friends to do the same!<br />
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Thanks guys!<br />
+ lauraUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3125011060254011537.post-33092114466213148932011-05-03T16:35:00.001-07:002011-05-04T02:56:32.578-07:00three days.In only <b>three days</b> I will be sitting next to <a href="http://lauramerz.blogspot.com/2011/04/alberta.html">Alberta</a> on her way to Sierra Leone for the surgery that will change her entire life! <br />
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As you can imagine, Alberta's journey isn't free. For the the past two weeks, my friend David and I have been working on a fundraising campaign that we hope will generate the support Alberta and her family need. We are calling the fundraiser <b>The A Campaign</b>, and it will launch TOMORROW!<br />
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Stay tuned:)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3125011060254011537.post-11387686448183481202011-05-02T06:48:00.000-07:002011-05-03T16:36:21.347-07:00aqua photography.My friend Taya has a waterproof point and shoot camera that I tried for the first time Roberts Port. I had so much fun dodging waves and surfers, I can only imagine how exciting the career of an aqua photographer must be!<br />
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Here's a few shots of my friend Danielle:<br />
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And a few others of random surfers:<br />
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I've been busy fundraising for <a href="http://lauramerz.blogspot.com/2011/04/alberta.html">Alberta</a> and her upcoming trip to Sierra Leone that is just around the corner! I will be accompanying her to the border by car on May 7th.<br />
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I have been working with my close friend from Ball State, David Bond, on a fundraising campaign that I am very excited about. As soon as we finish up with the details, I will let you know how you can help! Our goal is to launch the campaign sometime next week.<br />
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