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Name: Cor.
Country: Poland
Metro: Warsaw
Birthday: 6/13/1982
Interests: I love to laugh and sing. I love music...listening to it, playing it, enjoying it... I love cartwheels and dancing in the rain...playing hockey and v-ball...chats and coffee at Timmy's... hanging out with friends, sharing joys and sorrows, struggles and victories...I love to study, read and learn. I get excited about Jesus and what He's done for me and where He's taking me...I love adventures and exploring...trying new things, going new places...I love stormy days on the beach...sunsets that leave you breathless...the sound of rain on the roof. I love the moist smell of autumn...waking up to a world that's white...feeling the sun warm my face... watching children laugh and God at work...
Occupation: Education/training
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Member Since:
9/20/2004
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| May 10, 2008 
(for more pics. see http://www.xanga.com/fully_alive ) | | |
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...the joy...the wonder...the excitement...the thrill...the amazement...
...Rich and I are getting married...
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It's been a long 6 weeks... but they're almost over.
Have I ever told you that sisters are great? They are. Especially mine.
Two weeks with Sue in the great North. coffee shops. window shopping. crying thru' movies. laughing at old songs. being sick and miserable together. drinking tea. wandering the town and the marina. smiling at inside jokes that only sisters could ever understand. and she put up with my moaning about missing my man.
Now that's a good sister.
 
 
Have I ever told you that....well, wait maybe you don't want to know that...or maybe you do.
Someday I might tell you.
It's been a long 6 weeks but I see my Rich again on Monday...and there's nothing better than that.
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been searching for a way to somehow say all that I'd like to say...to
somehow put into words the emotions and activities and everything that
goes with leaving one place and arriving at another that used to be
home and still is but somehow is different.
It's been over a month since I left Poland. The most asked
question since I've been home? 'How have the adjustments been going?'
my reply. They have gone well. I have learned that you cannot, no
matter how much you would like to, live in two places at once. One must
fade and become a part of the past in order to live here and now. It is
a sad truth. Poland is still a part of my tho'ts, a part of my prayers,
a part of my life but I am in Canada now and I must live here. Oh but I
love to talk of Poland and my friends there. I love to be reminded of
little moments of my life there. I love when I can speak Polish. You
can't live in a country, really live there, and not carry a part of it
with you wherever you go from there.
My last week in Poland was a busy one and a full one but it was a
good one. When talking with another member of the team one morning she
asked what I had planned for the day..."well, I'm meeting Ania at Ekler
for coffee and then I'm going to Hanka's place for nalasniki and then
Ania K. wanted to meet me for a chat at Piano Pizza..." Yes. that was
pretty much how my days looked. Jumping from one coffee shop to the
next connecting with friends one last time. I miss them. We had a
number of guests that last week and although I didn't see much of them
I did enjoy their presence there. My last night in Poland Pawel and
Marzena invitied myself and Lavern's over for an evening of good food,
laughter and chat as well as a slideshow of pics from their recent
vacation to Turkey. And the next morning Marzena joined Lavern's at the
airport to 'wave me off'. I have been blessed. Looking back on my 2
years in Poland I realize how many people I have met and learned to
love, whether it was the evening bus driver, the shop clerk at the
stationary shop, my students or my close friends. Did I use the
opportunities I was given? I must now leave the results with God and I
firmly believe that He is at work there, that even if I never see the
results they will come.
I returned to Southern Ontario on the 10th of August and was met
at the airport by my boyfriend, Rich and we spent the following 2 wks
together and getting to know each other's families. After being
separated for so long, let's just say they were very good weeks. Now
Rich is in Africa for 6 wks.as part of his studies and I am in Northern
Ontario spending some time with my sister. Soon the search for a job
will begin and perhaps life will take on somewhat of a schedule again. | | |
| He is our neighbour. He lives in the big, new house across the road
with the brown roof and the well-cared for yard. He carries a briefcase
and rides the bus to work. His brown, curly hair hangs over his
forehead nearly touching his glasses. And he said 'hello' to me! ...let
me explain. Polish people are, for the most part, reserved. They don't
wave or greet someone they pass or meet on the street unless that
person is a friend of theirs. They can appear even cold and unfriendly
to strangers but once they know you they are some of the most
hospitable people I've met. I am from rural Ontario. I like to wave or
say 'hi' to the people I meet, especially my neighbours. So, I began
saying "Dzien dobry" to my neighbour across the road. The first time I
said it he was working in his yard and looked up as I passed on my way
to the bus stop. He only looked at me with surprise and said nothing.
From then on each time we met, either getting off the bus or with the
fence between us as I passed I would say 'hello' and wave. Slowly he
began to respond...first with a small wave or a slight nod and later
with a smile and finally he began to say 'dzien dobry' in reply. Then,
one day it happened...he said hello to me. I looked up as I was
passing his fence and he looked up from his yard work, he smiled and
called out a cheerful greeting before I even opened my mouth. I replied
with a smile.
And I must follow that story with one more...
It was a normal day. Caught the bus into town late morning, spent my
day at the school teaching and tutoring and at 8:42 "Lester" (our name
for the 8:42 bus driver) drove me home again to the bus stop near our
house. Another lady, who I didn't recognize also got off and when I
smiled she smiled back and we began talking as we walked. Or rather,
she began talking, rather rapidly...and I listened and tho't I was
understanding... I do know that I understood her question, "How far do
you have to walk from here?" "Not far." I replied as I pointed ahead
to our wooden house almost completely surrounded by trees. "And you?" I
asked as we paused in front of the big, new house where my curly-haired
friend lived. She grinned and pointed to the house "Right here!" I
laughed and stuck out my hand, "Miło mi! Jestem Corleen." (nice to meet
you! I'm Corleen.) She introduced herself and I explained that I had
often seen her husband outside working. She only smiled and responded,
"I know." And I smiled once more.
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