For people who didn’t know us twenty years ago, we wanted to
let you know how on Earth we ended up in Ethiopia.
As I mentioned earlier, the fact that J was born and raised
in the Netherlands added an unanticipated dimension to our relationship. Here I
was, married to a man who played Monopoly in a different language, and who
relished foods that were not familiar to me; who preferred to watch soccer over
basketball and who cheered for another country’s athletes during the 1992
Olympics; who shared my antipathy for the first Iraq War but for entirely
different reasons. From the very beginning, J and I were engaged in a
conversation that challenged my lifelong notions about nationalism and the
USA’s role as a superpower. As a result, I wanted to have an international
experience that would take me out of my comfortable assumptions and help me to understand
his global perspective. So that motivated us to explore the idea of living
overseas, as volunteers.
This whole volunteer idea was not as crazy as it may seem –
after all, the Peace Corps is built on this model, and they get thousands of
applicants every year! We were in good health, as were our parents and
siblings, and we had few financial burdens (we deferred J’s student loan), so
it seemed like the perfect opportunity for us to spend a few years on the other
side of the planet.
We knew there were a few options out there and since we were
still in grad school we had plenty of time to explore them. I won’t bore you
with the details but we ended up at IVCF’s Urbana Missions Conference in the
winter of 1993, met with representatives from several organizations, and
decided to pursue a position with Food for the Hungry’s Hunger Corps. Idealistic
as we were, we appreciated FH’s mission of addressing spiritual hunger as well
as physical hunger – and we had a friend who had already had a positive
experience as an FH volunteer. We were accepted into the program, went through
training in the summer of 1994, spent a few months raising support, and were on
our way to FH/Ethiopia by the following spring. We were both assigned to roles
at the head office in Addis Abeba, where J would be the Management Information
Systems Coordinator and I would be a Donor Liaison Research Officer – whatever
that meant.
And that's how we found ourselves in Ethiopia.
These people have no idea what's in store for them! |
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