Last night, we felt like we were on the wrong side of the ship. For ten years, Patteson and his sons have taken us down to the wharf and helped us load our cargo on the ship. They've stood on the pier as our ship slowly pulled away and waved goodbye.
This time, we were the ones who took a bag of precious popcorn and handed it to Judy to help fuel her twenty hour ride on a ship. We were the ones carrying huge bags of rice down the pier. We were the ones in the outer circle praying for the inner circle of precious friends.
And we were the ones driving back up the hill to SITAG, sniffling and fighting tears by remembering all of the laughter we've shared with this family.
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