i want to be a nurse in africa ... or a ballerina




My Heart will go on....


posted by Jenn

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Yesterday was valentines day. Mercy Ships apparently honours this halmark holiday. It seems that people cling to the little things that make North American society what it is. You know, like Starbucks, coffee and treats after church, facebook, and apparently Valentine's Day. This "holiday" has never been really high on my list of favourites (potentially due to my lack of ever having a good or even remotely noteworthy one). Last year, my dad brought me red roses and cashews (obvious combination). That one topped my list (Thanks Dad!)

This year, the gentlemen of Mercy Ships serenaded us. Which is nice in theory, but pretty much only in theory. First of all, there are about 10 girls for every guy on the ship, so the sheer mathematics don't compute. Apparently when "Mercy Shippers" go into town, people assume that all of the girls are the one man's wife (it's just one of the ways Mercy Ships tries to help us "blend into the culture")....kidding! Even if we had been able to ignore the fact that we had to share our valentine serenade with 10 other ladies, the next obstruction to this "unique" experience topping my list of favourite Valentine's experiences is the choice of song. Bringing up memories of Leonardo and Kate making out on a sinking ship is perhaps the last visual that would comfort my heart as I embark on 4 months of living on a ship. My sheltered little self has a tough time not thinking that the Africa Mercy (the only large ship I have ever seen or been on) is not the Titanic as it is. I spend every spare moment standing on the bow with my arms stretched out, trying desparately to hear Celine.....again.....kidding! But seriously, singing the Titanic song on board?

But, thanks for the effort, just the same.

Yesterday was valentines day. Mercy Ships apparently honours this halmark holiday. It seems that people cling to the little things that make North American society what it is. You know, like Starbucks, coffee and treats after church, facebook, and apparently Valentine's Day. This "holiday" has never been really high on my list of favourites (potentially due to my lack of ever having a good or even remotely noteworthy one). Last year, my dad brought me red roses and cashews (obvious combination). That one topped my list (Thanks Dad!)

This year, the gentlemen of Mercy Ships serenaded us. Which is nice in theory, but pretty much only in theory. First of all, there are about 10 girls for every guy on the ship, so the sheer mathematics don't compute. Apparently when "Mercy Shippers" go into town, people assume that all of the girls are the one man's wife (it's just one of the ways Mercy Ships tries to help us "blend into the culture")....kidding! Even if we had been able to ignore the fact that we had to share our valentine serenade with 10 other ladies, the next obstruction to this "unique" experience topping my list of favourite Valentine's experiences is the choice of song. Bringing up memories of Leonardo and Kate making out on a sinking ship is perhaps the last visual that would comfort my heart as I embark on 4 months of living on a ship. My sheltered little self has a tough time not thinking that the Africa Mercy (the only large ship I have ever seen or been on) is not the Titanic as it is. I spend every spare moment standing on the bow with my arms stretched out, trying desparately to hear Celine.....again.....kidding! But seriously, singing the Titanic song on board?

But, thanks for the effort, just the same.