Dramatic Structure

Exposition:

This is a blog for my memory. Someday when i am old and decrepit, laying in the nursing home bed, rotting with Alzheimer's and melanoma, my kids will read me these stories as i reminisce of "the good old days". Until then, enjoy a part of my mind.


Rising action:

My decision to be here was not mine. It was a process of nudging, prodding, and ultimately brute force. i know i just said the choice was not mine, it was. God was out to get me, but He just needed me to make the leap. Once the leap was made, nothing else was in my hands. God was in control.


Climax:

i chose to go to Kosrae not knowing anything about the island, the mission, or the people. A good conversation with River one night in the Atlas and a night of fitful sleep and deep prayer had me sold. i signed up that day, never to turn back.


Falling action:

As the months passed God made it clear that i was headed in the right direction. my paperwork was done in just over a week and a half, i got a raise at work to help pay for the SM trip, and i fund-raised nearly all of my goal. The path could not be any more obvious.


Denouement:

After 26 hours of travel and 2 days on Guam, my flight for Kosrae was in the air; no turning back. It was teacher or bust, except that bust wasn't an option. God wanted me here and it happened. Now to find out why.