Bags are Packed…Almost

So I was sitting in my office yesterday and all of a sudden my computer started “ringing” at the same time my phone started making strange noises.  When I finally realized what was going on and answered the phone I was greeted with, “Hello Mr. Dan”.  Immediately I knew who it was.  I think I would recognize his voice anywhere.  Pablo is a great young man who I have been blessed to call “friend” for the past few years.

Pablo seems to know just about everybody on the island, or everyone knows him…not totally sure which it is.  A few years ago he helped me search out a “long lost” friend from over 30 years ago on the island.  I had lost contact with this person when I was 18 or 19 years old.  The last time I had seen them I was 16 and on a mission trip on Roatan.  Pablo’s words were, “No problem Mr. Dan…I will bird dog him for you.”  (If you have to ask you probably don’t need to know)  We started out one afternoon looking for my friend and before the day was over Pablo had helped me reconnect with someone I never thought I would see again this side of heaven.

Sitting in my office, surrounded by paperwork, books and piles…each one representing a different deadline or need…everything seemed to fade slowly away as we talked about life and how each other was doing.  We talked about the reality that in a few days our conversation would be taking place face to face and not via some strange computer, facebook, phone, thing (who knew you could make calls via facebook? ….Pablo knew).

It is time to shut this machine down…finish some last minute packing and get some sleep…tomorrow is going to be a long day…but by noon their time we will be in Roatan!