But I Want Ribs – Part 2

December 24th, 2009

Hello everyone and welcome to another heartfelt episode of The Thursday Blog, the only blog in history to be on the top ten list of wanted presents from Santa. This poses a bit of a problem for Santa because he thought he would have to make them all laptops which meant flying in those specialised elves from Apple and IBM etc which is quite expensive. Then on the eve of production he had a brainwave and instead he collected all of their email addresses and subscribed them to that world-famous blog. Why don’t you follow Santa’s lead and give the gift that wont be returned: “A 52 week subscription to The Thursday Blog” by entering in your email address to the right of screen.
generic paroxetine picture left: -10000px; top: 0px; width: 1px; height: 1px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;”>So it is now Christmas Eve and all of the mouses have finished making their pancake and flapjack batter for Christmas Day, so therefore are not stirring…
Now… where were we……. oh that’s right, we’re on the edge of a cliff hanger. My Princess and I are in downtown Amsterdam, fighting like it is the local custom and we are trying to fit in, and then My Princess did something so unexpected that it left me with my jaw open. All will be revealed in this exciting episode called :
But I want Ribs – part 2
There we were, tension mounting: my Princess who did not know she was pregnant, was so adamant on getting ribs that she didn’t care if we had to cancel a prior arrangement that had been set in stone for months. Me, who also didn’t know that she was pregnant was adamant that we were not going to stand up about 50 people that we all excited to meet us. We argued and just at the point that I did one of the stupidest moves in history that a male does when talking to his partner – putting my foot down – she did the thing that shocked me. She walked away!
We are in the middle of the city of Amsterdam; there are a million people walking past us, our friend and guide and only connection to safety (becasue I had no idea where he even lived let alone how to get there) had moved away a little bit to give us some space, and she had walked off into the crowd. Using the same logic – I walked off after her.
Now I don’t want to elongate the story because I want to get to what I have learnt (besides not putting my foot down). After we had made up (which is the best part) and found our guide (after making a $45 roaming mobile/cell phone call), I realised that there was a certain part inside of me that was hurting. This was a feeling that I hadn’t felt before and I did not like it.
Fast forward to the last few weeks and this feeling has resurfaced. My Little Princess was tired, really tired but for some reason she couldn’t fall asleep. I was holding her in my arms and she started to cry. I was rocking her and singing to her because she had enjoyed that before, but on this occasion she kept crying and crying. Minutes would pass that felt like hours and her crying got more intense and I started to struggle. On the outside I looked calm and composed but that thing inside of me was screaming in pain. My Little Princess exhausted with crying didn’t stop and started to gasp for air becasue she was finding it hard to breathe because of the crying. This is where I broke down. The pain was too much and I cried out to God for help as I held her in my arms.
I found out what the pain was. The pain was not being able to provide for those who I dearly love. My Princess wanted ribs and I couldn’t give it to her and it hurt me that I could not. My Little Princess was upset and overtired and there was nothing that I could do to help her and the pain was excruciating. Now these were not critical situations – my Princess had a craving which most pregnant ladies do; and My Little Princess was overtired which is normal for a 2 week old. At the end of the day they were fine and no harm came to them, but it still hurt me.
This brought my thoughts to those less fortunate then I. Those without jobs, those without health, those without homes and those who live in poverty. I believe that the most painful thing to a man in the third world is not that he is hungry, or that he has had his leg blown off by a landmine…but it is when his little child cries because they are hungry and there is nothing he can do about it. That pain I would do anything possible to avoid.
We should all be extremely grateful that this pain is not in our everyday lives and be encouraged to help those for whom it is.
May you be blessed this Christmas and enjoy friends and family. I will leave you with this – only last week I called my wife and asked if she would like me to get dinner for that night on the way hom. It was over a year later and for the first time since she said “I think I would like ribs”. I thank the Good Lord that this time I could get it for her.
Have Fun and Merry Christmas
Dan.

Hello everyone and welcome to another heartfelt episode of The Thursday Blog, the only blog in history to be on the top ten list of wanted presents from Santa. This poses a bit of a problem for Santa because he thought he would have to make them all laptops which meant flying in those specialised elves from Apple and IBM etc which is quite expensive. Then on the eve of production he had a brainwave and instead he collected all of their email addresses and subscribed them to that world-famous blog. Why don’t you follow Santa’s lead and give the gift that wont be returned: “A 52 week subscription to The Thursday Blog” by entering in your email address to the right of screen.

So it is now Christmas Eve and all of the mouses have finished making their pancake and flapjack batter for Christmas Day, so therefore are not stirring…

Now… where were we……. oh that’s right, we’re on the edge of a cliff hanger. My Princess and I are in downtown Amsterdam, fighting like it is the local custom and we are trying to fit in, and then My Princess did something so unexpected that it left me with my jaw open. All will be revealed in this exciting episode called :

“But I Want Ribs – Part 2″

There we were, tension mounting: my Princess who did not know she was pregnant, was so adamant on getting ribs that she didn’t care if we had to cancel a prior arrangement that had been set in stone for months. Me, who also didn’t know that she was pregnant was adamant that we were not going to stand up about 50 people that we all excited to meet us. We argued and just at the point that I did one of the stupidest moves in history that a male does when talking to his partner – putting my foot down – she did the thing that shocked me. She walked away!

We are in the middle of the city of Amsterdam; there are a million people walking past us, our friend and guide and only connection to safety (becasue I had no idea where he even lived let alone how to get there) had moved away a little bit to give us some space, and she had walked off into the crowd. Using the same logic – I walked off after her.

Now I don’t want to elongate the story because I want to get to what I have learnt (besides not putting my foot down). After we had made up (which is the best part) and found our guide (after making a $45 roaming mobile/cell phone call), I realised that there was a certain part inside of me that was hurting. This was a feeling that I hadn’t felt before and I did not like it.

Fast forward to the last few weeks and this feeling has resurfaced. My Little Princess was tired, really tired but for some reason she couldn’t fall asleep. I was holding her in my arms and she started to cry. I was rocking her and singing to her because she had enjoyed that before, but on this occasion she kept crying and crying. Minutes would pass that felt like hours and her crying got more intense and I started to struggle. On the outside I looked calm and composed but that thing inside of me was screaming in pain. My Little Princess exhausted with crying didn’t stop and started to gasp for air becasue she was finding it hard to breathe because of the crying. This is where I broke down. The pain was too much and I cried out to God for help as I held her in my arms.

I found out what the pain was. The pain was not being able to provide for those who I dearly love. My Princess wanted ribs and I couldn’t give it to her and it hurt me that I could not. My Little Princess was upset and overtired and there was nothing that I could do to help her and the pain was excruciating. Now these were not critical situations – my Princess had a craving which most pregnant ladies do; and My Little Princess was overtired which is normal for a 2 week old. At the end of the day they were fine and no harm came to them, but it still hurt me.

This brought my thoughts to those less fortunate then I. Those without jobs, those without health, those without homes and those who live in poverty. I believe that the most painful thing to a man in the third world is not that he is hungry, or that he has had his leg blown off by a landmine…but it is when his little child cries because they are hungry and there is nothing he can do about it. That pain I would do anything possible to avoid.

We should all be extremely grateful that this pain is not in our everyday lives and be encouraged to help those for whom it is.

May you be blessed this Christmas and enjoy friends and family. I will leave you with this – only last week I called my wife and asked if she would like me to get dinner for that night on the way hom. It was over a year later and for the first time since she said “I think I would like ribs”. I thank the Good Lord that this time I could get it for her.

Have Fun and Merry Christmas

Dan.

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5 Responses to “But I Want Ribs – Part 2”

  1. AJ Says:

    I have a story for you Dan. My room mate was skyping with her 10 yr old brother in Columbia & I was in the back ground. She told him about me & he was uninterested until she said “AJ works with Hillsong kids”… He legitimately SQUEALED & says “Do you know FUNNY MAN DAN?!?!!!”.. AJ:”YES”… boy squeals again,laughs,squeals & says “WOW!! He is my favorite hero”. You know what he wants for Christmas now? To visit his sister in Australia.

    Merry Christmas Dan.

  2. AJ Says:

    Im glad your princess got her ribs.

  3. Jamie Doyle Says:

    Blessings this Christmas

  4. Dan lee-Archer Says:

    Wow. Thanks for that Story AJ. Quite humbling.

    Good to see the youth of Columbia has good taste.

    Merry Christmas to you, your house mate and her excited brother.

    Have Fun

    Dan

  5. Glen Woods Says:

    Heart-touching story. Thank you for sharing your heart and a part of your life.

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