Tuesday, November 15, 2011

Well, what do you know?

Once upon a time, in a land not very far away at all, a young college girl was very confused. She was in her first semester and it seemed that Life thought itself to have a pretty good sense of humor when, in fact, he didn't.

Okay, I confess, this young college girl is me. I know, my cover is blown. But let's be real here, I've never been very good at disguising myself anyway.

You know those times when you can almost literally hear Life laughing in your face as he backs you into a corner, then slingshots decision after decision straight into your gut? Not funny, Life. Well, I guess it kind of is in hindsight. Also, it's pretty funny when I picture this in my mind--on second thought, Life has a very good sense of humor. He just also happens to have a better perspective and sense of time than I do.

Regardless, I was in one of those phases where I was bound and determined to think that Life and all of his antics were nothing but irritating and stressful. And then [cue really dramatic pause and some sort of music that makes you think an evil man is going to jump out of the closet with a knife] a miracle happened:

I heard, through a series of life-changing events, about an internship position that had recently opened.

Somewhat doubting myself, I decided to apply anyway. There's no harm in trying, right? One phone call to Mom, several scriptures and prayers, a resumé, some emails, an interview, and a few days later, there I was, sitting at my very own desk at Humanitarian Experience for Youth.

Home, sweet home. Adorable, right?

Those of you who have been my diligent followers from the very beginning...still won't recognize the name of the place where I now intern. But you may recall the name Alliance for Youth Services, or AYS. I'll let you in on a little secret: it's the same program. They just went through a redo and revamp and upgrade and whatnot over the summer, and they are now called HEFY. For those of you don't know what on earth I'm talking about, allow me to fill you in. The summer of 2010, I went on a most marvelous excursion to Fiji. (It's likely that the layout of these blog posts are not in prime condition...a series of Blogger renovations have disfigured them. But I neither the time nor the desire to go back and fix those right now, so I apologize for any discomfort your eyes may experience.) There I met many wonderful people, worked hard, immersed myself in a culture entirely not my own, strengthened my testimony of the restored Gospel, and developed a very real and very lasting passion for service and humanitarian work.

And now, here I am, working with the very program that forever altered the course of my life. I couldn't feel more blessed.

I knew Life was great. I knew it all along. He and I are great friends. And, even though this terrible incident:

happened to me and my oatmeal the very next day, (on the "luckiest" day of my life, might I add) I'm growing fonder and fonder of him the longer I know him. Apparently the attack of decisions was nothing more then a gentle prod in the right direction.

Well, what do you know? Life really is a pretty funny guy, after all. He's jammed full of inside jokes, and I can't wait until I'm let in on the next one.

1 comment:

  1. DANIA. That is incredible! Reading this brought me so much joy. You are fantastic. I miss you sweet girl. :)