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 It was my father who instilled the 'never say no' attitude
 I  carry around with me today,
 and who instilled in me a sense of wonder,
 always  taking us on adventures in the car,
 never telling us the destination.
 Marlee Matlin
 
 
 
As you probably know by this time, I've spent much of my life 'on the move'...here, there and almost everywhere!  I never relished going it alone though...scared the wits out of me!  Ooh, I dreaded going by myself...anywhere!   
 
As I recall, my first taxi ride was from Grauman's Chinese Theatre in Hollywood to my grandparents home in Glendale, California.  Only then because one of my uncles borrowed my parents car (while we were in the theatre) to run around w/his future wife and neglected coming back to pick us up...grrr!  First of what would be lots and lots of taxi miles in my 'later life'.   
 
From wheels to wings...I'd never flown until I was out of my teens and then it was a short flight from Odessa, Texas to Austin to visit my cousin Margie, her husband and their baby girl, Cindy.  Quite far enough for my fledgling trip.  Little did I know how many frequent flier miles I'd log...also in my 'later life'. 
  
 
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"To each there comes in their lifetime a special moment when  
they are figuratively tapped on the shoulder and offered the chance  
to do a very special thing, unique to them and fitted to their talents.   
What a tragedy if that moment finds them unprepared or unqualified  
for that which could have been their finest hour."   
Sir Winston Churchill 
 
You mean I might be tapped for a 'job'; plus I need to be prepared (hey, I'm a last minute girl) and qualified?  Qualified for what exactly? 
  
I'm not a 'jack/jill of all trades' you know!  This is going to take some thought...let's see now... 
  
  
Growing up, I thought about nursing...well, that was appropriate.   
I had four little boys; some nursing was required.  
 
Teaching?  Hmm, I didn't want to go to college so becoming a 'professional teacher' was out.   
However, I had four little boys; much teaching was required. 
 
Chef?  Oh boy, I love to eat and cooking helps get there. 
Besides, I had four little boys and much cooking was required. 
 
Oops, forgot something.  Prior to having the four little boys, I acquired a husband (that'd be Michael); he required all of the above and more! 
 
Linguist?  Hmm, well I did study Spanish but never had the opportunity to use it.  Greek?  Oh yes, upon our arrival in Greece I found it absolutely essential...on the first morning. 
I had four little boys who needed to know when the school bus came. 
 
Diplomat?  I'd say so...an Oklahoma girl in Greece...among Germans in (where else but Germany and the motherland) plus Wisconsin...Africa...China...yes, oh yes...I needed diplomacy! 
Plus, I had four little boys who needed a good example. 
 
That's a wide spread so I suppose (if there was a big bind and no one else available) I could possibly be used , you think?   
  
  
In my lifetime there have been a few special moments; the stand-outs would be the opportunities to spread the Word about our extraordinary God.  For my part, scholarly qualifications were out the window here; not a problem, it seemed Father had been busily equipping Michael and me all our lives w/the special talents needed for His assignment to China.   
 
Do I suppose the 'Chinese assignment' will prove to be my finest moment? Maybe...who's to know; for sure I'd never dreamed up China, of all places!  But...big but...I didn't say 'NO' (never say no)...could've but didn't...after all, moving to China was a very big deal for this girl; very big deal.   
  
I'm eternally thankful He tapped me to tag along w/Michael; you see, He knew there was someone there...a special one waiting...waiting for Him to send 'someone'...He tapped me good. 
  
  
So, where to now?  Well, let's see...my meter's still running... 
I'm prepped, qualified...HE's my driver and oh boy, I still have enough sense to wonder.   
  
Hey, surprise me!!! 
  
From my heart...to yours,
 
Vasca  | 
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