Yesterday...oh yesterday...
It always seems that the moment you need something to work...that is the moment that is stops working. Murphy's Law or something, isn't it?
Yesterday, our school bus was stopped by the police...our driver given a ticket and taken into the station...hours sitting there trying to argue his way out of trouble...just long enough to have to figure out what to do with all of our students.
School ended...no bus in sight...
Nosa sat in my office wondering what to do.
I, luckily, remembered that a father of one of our students owns a tro tro. I called and he was available and came rushing to our school to take our students home. Students piled into the van, all sitting on top of one another. Quite a sight to see...and I prayed they would safely make it home.
I came home and prepared to leave for Accra to pick up our friend, Andrea, from the airport. As I looked around, I realized that our Toyota (our only trustworthy vehicle at the moment) was still not back from the mechanics.
So, we had to think quickly and it was the Beebe's who came to the rescue. Thank goodness!
They allowed us to borrow their vehicle and after a mad dash through dinner, we were off to the airport. We were just in time to meet Andrea...and just in time to see all the stores closing in the mall. Our little errands that needed to get completed...they didn't get done.
Our one saving grace was the fact that it was 2-for the price of-1 pizza's at the Pizza Inn.
By the time we got home, the school bus was back, Andrea was safely tucked away in her bed here in Ghana, and we had survived the vehicular drama of the day.
TIA...
It always seems that the moment you need something to work...that is the moment that is stops working. Murphy's Law or something, isn't it?
Yesterday, our school bus was stopped by the police...our driver given a ticket and taken into the station...hours sitting there trying to argue his way out of trouble...just long enough to have to figure out what to do with all of our students.
School ended...no bus in sight...
Nosa sat in my office wondering what to do.
I, luckily, remembered that a father of one of our students owns a tro tro. I called and he was available and came rushing to our school to take our students home. Students piled into the van, all sitting on top of one another. Quite a sight to see...and I prayed they would safely make it home.
I came home and prepared to leave for Accra to pick up our friend, Andrea, from the airport. As I looked around, I realized that our Toyota (our only trustworthy vehicle at the moment) was still not back from the mechanics.
So, we had to think quickly and it was the Beebe's who came to the rescue. Thank goodness!
They allowed us to borrow their vehicle and after a mad dash through dinner, we were off to the airport. We were just in time to meet Andrea...and just in time to see all the stores closing in the mall. Our little errands that needed to get completed...they didn't get done.
Our one saving grace was the fact that it was 2-for the price of-1 pizza's at the Pizza Inn.
By the time we got home, the school bus was back, Andrea was safely tucked away in her bed here in Ghana, and we had survived the vehicular drama of the day.
TIA...
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