First day of clinical clerkship. Here he goes!
Day 1 Doc
New Home
Toto, we aren’t in Grenada anymore.
This twister called medical school has picked us up and dropped us in Redlands, CA. And after the dust has settled, I am so happy we can call this beautiful place home for the next two years.
As I write, kids are giggling and splashing at the pool just beyond our back porch.
Opening one box after another, a million different memories come back. I remember who gave us a picture frame or a toaster or a vase or a cookbook and I feel so blessed to know so many great people.
So without further adieu, here is the grand tour of our new apartment!
*Note: Because my phone video camera is silly, I had to break it into two parts.
What you see here is the result of three whole days of unpacking. I am so glad we don’t have to move again for a while! Oh, it was utter chaos.
Our first night here, among the mess, David’s aunt and uncle were nice enough to take us out to dinner and show us around town. Earlier in the day, his cousin Nathan was kind enough to help us unload the truck. That kid deserves a little more than the shout out on the blog and a Coke that we got him. But I guess it was good enough. His response to our thanks was, “Of course. You guys are family.” It is a great feeling being so close to people we care about!
The trek from Utah had its own set of adventures.
With a few hugs from David’s family, we set out not knowing what the next 642 miles would bring.
Everything went beautifully until we hit that little north west corner of Arizona on I-15 between Utah and Nevada. Some genius had decided that single lane roadwork was a good idea on a Sunday afternoon. What that smartie couldn’t predict was the wildfire that would rage in the hills above, requiring road closures for the emergency trucks. That one-lane road quickly turned into a no-lane road and we proceeded to have a parking lot party with the WalMart truckers and disgruntled weekend road warriors.
The fire was much more impressive in person. The rinkydink phone camera just doesn’t do it justice.
After more than two and a half hours of waiting, we finally got out of the mire and made our way to Vegas baby!
We will gloss over this part of the trip, because of course, what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas đ But our room wasn’t too shabby.
The next morning, we made the final push into California and our new home. For the past week David and I have been able to get settled and enjoy our new home. While we miss so many of our Grenada friends, we are so exited to be here with Josh and Stephanie and the adorable Richards family. As we explore Redlands and all its intricacies, we will be sure to keep you updated. There is so much to explore here and David starts rotations on Monday.
Let the stateside adventures begin!
Grenada Gets Gold!
To say that the crowd went wild would be an understatement.
Although viewing the excitement through a friend’s camera lens, I was no less excited for our little island home when Kirani James crouched at the 400 Meter Olympic Starting Block.
You could cut the excitement with a knife, it was so thick when this Grenadian runner started his gold medal race. The whole island seemed to be out cheering him on. Streets were packed as locals watched on the corner digital billboard. When he crossed the finish line first, the whole country erupted.
“This is for my home country,” he said in the post-race interview. There is no doubt that his home country is backing him. Streets have been named after James. A national holiday was settled on and a billboard front and center outside the airport proudly declares a welcome to “Kirani country.”
Even his parents stayed behind to watch his competition with their fellow Grenadians. Five companies offered to pay their way, but these parents decided to cheer him on along with everyone else from their hometown of Gouyave.
As he sprinted to the finish, I will never forget how unified that country felt as they all cheered him on. Way to go Kirani James. Your victory is what the Olympics are all about.
Somewhere in this video, his parents are watching their little boy win gold. Not just for them, but for their country.
While this video wouldn’t embed (thanks a lot NBC), it tells a little more about Kirani’s story.
Some additional information that should not be missed is included in this NY Times article on James. In order to maintain his Visa in America while he trains, James has taken a full course load. Other Olympians take a half load or ignore academics all together. Not James. Coming from a place where I was told I would be shot if I walked alone at night, this man is dedicated to working toward his business degree … while winning Gold.
Heber Valley Parade
It’s been a small town summer. This Heber annual tradition was no exception. Beneath the shade of the O’Brien Auto Parts sign we enjoyed dancing horses, flipping gymnasts, the smiles of local dignitaries and the made up beauty queens of good old Heber.
All while marchers threw candy, soda and t-shirts in droves.
David scored a nice workout shirt and a slightly warm Pepsi.
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The Bulls Won that Night
This Western girl loves a rodeo! While riding a two-ton bull who is flaming pissed off is a little suicidal, it provides an amazing night of entertainment.
Oh how I love the West!
Parachuters dropped into the arena.
There was even a bull rider from Logandale, NV competing in this Mountain Valley Stampede Rodeo.
It was certainly a night to remember.
I Want S’More!
Fire, cousins, sugar … it doesn’t get much more fun than that!
We even invented a new delicacy. You roast your marshmallow, gently pull the crispy shell off and stick a bar of chocolate in the middle. Then prepare for melty deliciousness!
Girls Night!
I didn’t know many people in Utah, so a girls night was the farthest thing from my mind this summer. Then in swooped Lindsey, a friend from High School and my sister’s pre-mission partner in crime. She graciously invited me to her beautiful home in Provo for a night of great conversation, new people and fantastic “nojitos.”
Thanks Lindsey for a fantastically fun night!
Getting to the Timp Top
It was as if David were starving for adventure after months of basement isolation. So. bleary-eyed we hopped into the car at midnight flashlights in tow to hike Mt. Timpanogos.
Fourteen miles of hiking lay before us with more than a mile of elevation gain. It was also pitch dark on a trail we had never hiked before.
Did we get lost? Momentarily.
Did it rain on us. A little.
Was it an adventure? Oh yes!
With all our fumbling and wrong turns under the stars, it took us 8 hours to reach the summit. But sunrise over the meadow was a moment not to be missed.
Sore but satisfied, we had conquered the mountain. And oh how great it felt!
Taking his First “Step”
On July 17th, it was go time.
Two years of medical school plus 69 days of relentless studying must now leak out onto an 8-hour test that would determine David’s professional possibilities FOREVER.
No pressure, right?
I am embarrassed to say that the last thing I said before he disappeared into the testing center was, “Did you turn off your cell phone?”
What a Face-Palm moment.
After it was all done, the smile on his face said it all. We will not find out his score for several more weeks, but in the meantime he is resting easy.
The Saturday after, the brothers and sister in law drove in bringing their congratulations and the family’s boat. So of course we went to Deer Creek and had a little party.
Congratulations David! We are so proud of you!
A glassy kinda morning
After months of waiting, David got his chance at the water again Thursday. His uncle Mike and cousin Jesse invited us out for an early-morning run on Deer Creek Reservoir.
They boyish look on his face when he finally got to jump that wake was priceless to me.
In the process, I was able to get out on the lake as well and for a complete novice, had an amazing run! I stayed up for several minutes.
I think I am getting better. đ