Dear Scooter,
We’re such good friends now that this may come as a shock, but here’s the truth.
I didn’t like you at first.
In fact, I fought long, hard and tearfully to keep you out of my life. My husband wanted you from nearly the minute we landed in Indonesia, but not me. People said I’d feel more comfortable once I got to know the scooter-centric roads and traffic patterns; I wasn’t buying it.
My first solo drive to a cafe with a friend.
What’s black, white, and scary all over? You, sitting in our driveway for the first time. Do you remember our first “drive” together? I was practically walking you with your engine running while talking to myself. Don’t fall. Don’t cry. And whatever you do, don’t fall and then cry.
But here we are a year later.
A scooter mountain adventure with friends in language school.
I still have my fears about you and I always will. But I’m looking both ways, wearing my helmet, and learning to manage with my fears without living out of them. I’m driving and thriving in this new season and place. And I have you, dear scooter, to thank for it.
Learn about the other steps, besides attending language school, that MAF candidates do to prepare for their overseas mission work:
To learn about the opportunities to serve overseas with MAF visit: https://www.maf.org/serve/overseas
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They are seductive..Soon you will be thinking “a little more power/speed would be nice”..
..also…be sure to secure your chin strap.
No worries – the strap is always on when I’m in motion.