I’m in Beattyville, Kentucky with Vince, Allen, Justin, Alex, Charlie, Kate, Sherlive, Shannon, and Ellen. We are here working with Habitat for Humanity. I’ve been asked to keep a detailed journal while on this trip, so I’ll try my best.
In a way all of this is ridiculously hilarious. The guys are sleeping in a prison next to an inmate that is technically “in jail” but still gets to come and go as he pleases, and the girls are sleeping at the habitat house with a bunch of other girls with safety pins and other such nonsense pierced in their faces. Three of the guys comedically made a competition out of who would be able to kiss the first girl while on this trip, but after seeing the girls here in eastern Kentucky, they quickly called everything off.
An older version of the briefcase boy at school is one of the “in-charge” guys at the habitat house. If he becomes an important character this week, I’ll simply refer to him as Vista for a hilarious reason only our group of ten will understand.
Herman is the other guy’s name. We’ll meet up with him at nine tomorrow to start working.
As for tonight, we went to Beattyville Christian Church, a nice country church. The girls are having second thoughts about staying with the safety-pin head chicks, so the church will consider giving us their activity center for the week. This is where we are now. There is a drum set and our group brought a total of four guitars. Constant noise surrounds me.
We’ve met some neat people and this church has welcomed us like Christians should and like Jesus would.
The surroundings are different though. These mountains aren’t like western North Carolina mountains. This is old coal mining country. It feels very poor, whereas our region of North Carolina is covered in the wealthy summer houses of rich Floridians.
I’ve been in a quiet mood since we left Banner Elk. I guess I just know all of these friends are about to vanish from my sight after graduation and I just try to linger in the fleeting moments of appreciated them.
I feel so different from everyone, yet we are all alike in so many ways.
We all have fears. We all have loves. We are all sinners, and we have all been forgiven.
Oh, and we all have eyes, very deep eyes. I feel as if these new eyes here know a pain I have never known.