Sunday, July 19

It was a long day, and part of me is glad it’s over, but still another part of me is just sad that it’s all over. We went to Pastor Faggon’s church (pastor “Blade”). The service was only 3 hours long. I actually left after two hours to go to the Chinese restaurant to preorder the food so that we could eat right after the team packed up at 1 because we were supposed to be at the Montego Bay Infirmary at 2. The Chinese food was delicious. We didn’t do a show at the infirmary because none of the patients were together. So instead the team just walked from house to house. I actually went with Roger to get gas and then sat in the van and work out the books to make sure the money was a-ok before I turned everything over to Karra. The other team came back to Mo Bay yesterday so we had dinner all together. It was another 1 ½ drive to our night show. We were somewhere in the hills in Trelawny at a church crusade. As soon as I got out of the van I was being dumb and I tripped. Both my knees got skinned up pretty badly, and I know my bad knee is going to kill. I got blood on my skirt, but I managed to get myself bandaged up. I stood in the back of the tent for awhile, but then I took Roger’s strong suggestion to go lay down in the van. These past few weeks have been hard on me physically. I don’t regret it at all though. They could tell the crusade was going to go really late, so they sent all the girls and some of the guys back early in the van. I was wounded and beat by the time we got back, and I wish I would have had the energy to stay up, but I chose the probably smarter option of going to bed.