Post Six

I'm not really sure where to start. I'm sure yall are aware by now that I was involved in a wreck. We left home base about 115 on Friday afternoon. It was Elizabeth, Naomi, Liz, Me, Chaira, Marci, and Lindsay. About 5 pm a passing truck lost a boulder sending it into our lane. We hit it and lost control. Our driver did all he could to prevent the wreck. We ended up flipping 2.5 times before coming to a stop on the right side of the truck. The last thing I remember is hearing the noise, swerving and grabbing the "oh crap" handle. I hit my head and dont remember anything else until I was out of the truck. I have 3 stitches in my head, my elbow is cut open, my shoulder pretty bruised and sore, my knee is cut from glass and im sore all over...I'm very lucky it wasnt worse. Five of the other girls have similar injuries. Elizabeth, however, didnt make it. She was 21 years old from Canada. I cant believe she gone...I cant believe this happened. I cant think about what her family is going through. She was very close to her family and spoke of the often. She will go back to Canada on Wednesday. We are having a service her for in Arusha before they take her to the airport. Today was really hard because some of my housemates and me had to pack her stuff and make a list of everything she had. Mama Grace (our house mom) has a son who said it was Gods plan that we were all sent to africa to escort Elizabeth to heaven. That we are her angels. I ask that yall pray her for safe return to Canada and for her family.

As for me, my first reaction was that I wanted to come home. But after a few days of thought I decided I wanted to stay. I want to stay for Elizabeth, she loved it here. She loved her kids at work. I want to stay for the girls in the house. I cant get through this without them. I want to stay for myself....for my own healing. I'm not sure how long I plan on staying. I dont want nor do I think I could stay the intended 3 months. I think, think, I may stay another 6 weeks. My grief comes in waves, but I'm doing okay.

After we were all transported to the hospital people came and raided the truck. All our cameras, ipods, money, etc. was stolen. It makes me sick that people are so heartless. They tell us its gangs that do that stuff.

Thank yall for all your thoughts and prayers and I ask that you keep them coming....for all of us involved. Thank you mom and dad for all your support. Yall have been amazing through all this. Same to you Jana!

I love all and miss all!

Oh, and the hospital was chaotic. Thats a story for another day.