Olives for Hope

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Leaving on a jet plane -

Posted on November 2, 2010 at 10:21 PM


Don't know when I'll be back again - Oh how I hate to go...

Leaving is difficult. The last couple days of these trips are always hyper emotional. Like Bilbo Baggins, I feel like butter spread on too much toast.

11:04 a.m.– Wheels Up!– We were delayed for about a half hour – something about Greece. I waved as we passed by Galilee.


We are crossingover Great Britain and there is some turbulence Yep – what is the definition of a geek? Someone that (on purpose) turns the very cool in-flight entertainment system to the flight map – that’s me! It is minus 68 Fahrenheit outside the plane and we are at 35,000 feet. The estimated time of arrival is 4:45pm now.


Yikes - We are now almost halfway 2930 miles and out overthe ocean proper. Dang it – I am crying again. I know it sounds like I don’twant to go home. But the thing is that once I am there, I’ll be happy to be. It is just that which ever side of this line I am on,  I am leaving something precious behind. And I don’t know when or for sure even if I will cross back again.


We are just past the tip of Greenland. Just over 1900 miles to go – almost over North America  and the temp outside has warmed up to a balmy minus 45. I had to explain to someone once why the plane flies in an arc instead of straight across. I think I have the “all this food” thing figured out. It’s to counter-act all the booze everyone (except me) is drinking.

Well I am in Newark now. Wheels down at 4:50 pm my time. By the time I get to Detroit I will have been traveling for about 24 hours and awake for 43.  I am already trying to figure out when and how I can go back.



I have been home now for about 72 hours. This transition is always surreal. When I arrive to Palestine, that is the surreal place. I can’t believe that I am there. The fact that I am 7,000 miles from home is very strange and I keep checking my watch and calculating the time back home. That lasts a couple of days and then somehow that place becomes ’normal’ for me. Now I am home again, feeling a bit out of place, calculating what time it is there. Then comes the point when reality here pounces on me. I was expecting it – just not so fast and not so hard.


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