Today, NIH, MRI. There’s a new policy in place there that requires a blood test before the MRI. So I went there late – I run late – got in line and was told to go to booth 13. I poked my head in the booth, didn’t see anyone but decided to plop down in the chair and await the day’s first needle.
I sat and looked around and there, right in front of me I saw:
Now maybe my Uganda visit has simply made me more aware of things Ugandan. I mean maybe it is sort of like buying a new car and suddenly noticing that there are a lot of other cars like yours on the road. Or maybe it is like having a baby. Suddenly you notice there are lots of other babies around. I mean maybe I have just been ignoring all the embroidered rawhide Ugandan maps that have been in plain sight all this time.
But maybe it is something more. I really don’t know though. I don’t know what the something more is. Does it mean I should make Ugandan maps? Invest in them? Does it mean I should move to Uganda? Does it mean I shouldn’t forget Uganda? Was it God simply smiling at me and saying, “Hey, I see you there, don’t sweat it?” What was it?
Thoughts?