Heroes, Angels, and Friends: Georgina and Ed- Thank God for Little Gifts- Singapore
You know sometimes it’s so clear that God is smiling down on you. Sometimes, it’s a bit harder to see. Sometimes, we get slapped in the face with realities we didn’t ask for, and then, then, then that hero/angel/friend walks in and you can take a deep breath and sigh and know, yes, you just know, that everything is exactly the way it was meant to be. You get this feeling deep inside that maybe, just maybe, this tough situation unfolded before you as a personal invitation for that hero/angel/friend to swoop down and be there for you. To love you when you needed it precisely just then. So, thank you for the hiccups that led us to meeting, befriending, and falling in love with Ed and Georgina.
I’d love to share with you a few snapshots of our dear bubbly friends and tell you how we’ve met and how much we’d love to see them again. They are both too adorable for words, especially considering that I had this mental image that they were mid-fifties and so very opposite of everything that they actually were.
When You Can’t Stop Laughing
This is actually our last night with Georgina and Ed. And like you’ve come to expect from me spiraling all over the place, I couldn’t possibly bring it to you in chronological order. Meeting them was so random and gorgeous. We were putting hints in Facebook for Country Contest Number 11 [and the Country 11 video] and I wrote about the thundering skies above. Georgina, under the same sky and maybe five minutes down the street in Singapore also, instantly wrote back, “I think I know where you are. It is storming here too.” And that was it. We were hooked from then on.
So, on our last night together we made this laugh-your-pants-off fun video. It’s become a trademark around the world. This is Cheese Video Three.
When Your Son is Felt Up
We were in a bad transition time. [That is putting it really lightly] We slept in a bar, on a pile of toilet water, and our son was touched in places none of us should be touched by strangers. So, what I did, obviously on my focused vision to share the true ups and downs of life on the road… I shared it on the blog in the rawest of terms. And what happened? I got chewed up alive for parental neglect and irresponsible lack of concern. [I’ve since deleted some of the comments that were just rude and ugly. No room for that in my life. Bite me.]
So, turns out that for travelers who actually interact with locals and don’t sit in their plush exclusive lives far, far from any contact with locals have seen this. Repeatedly. It’s a cultural thing, one that we don’t accept and don’t choose to adopt, but still, taken within context with the culture you are living in, it is understood. Yes, Orazi has learned to be firm, very firm and direct, in slapping away any hand that he does invite and yelling ‘No touch!’ Good on him.
When Angels Swoops Down
So, I’m sharing and getting chewed up in the comments and wondering why it is that I put myself out there. Why make yourself a perfect target of vulnerability for attack? And then Georgina, the then-stranger leaves a comment. A long, full, loving comment saying that she’s read it in another family travel blog and that they had totally shaven young boys and that it has to be taken in light of the cultural context. And, yes, I cried a tear of relief that someone out there gets me and cares enough to stand up for me.
And then, once in Facebook I left a comment about how I’d love for money to just come to me. I’m dreaming of it just served to me on some silver platter for sometimes, I get terribly tired of working so hard and worrying so much about money. It was a low, low time when we (again) thought we’d have to pack up and go home and get a J-O-B again for we were out of money. We were in a huge overdraft and were properly freaking out about it. And boy did I get beaten up for that one. How dare me expect a free meal and admit in my ultimate selfishness that I wish things would just be easy for once. Clearly, I’m alone in this selfish desire for all the money I require without all the expenditure of time and energy to gain it.
Well, here again in the midst of being chewed up alive, walk in my angels. This time Ed. He knows us and knew our start from ice cream truck vendors who worked their way through college and all the hard work we’ve done. And not only did he know the struggles that we, like you and almost everyone else on this planet has done to get ahead, he loved us enough to stand up for us. And he did and he got shot back at too. [Sometimes I don’t understand why people choose to be online bullies and spread such ugliness to their fellow man.] But, Ed we’re sorry you got shot at and we thank you for standing up for us. Another tear fell that day.
We’ve learned since to take twenty steps back from social media. We’ve muted the mean people who don’t add light to our lives, and choose to share almost exclusively our deeper opinions here on the blog and in large-scale international media where the wider audience can share what they feel.
When Friends Laugh At Your Dysfunctions
Yes, Georgina and Ed laugh, and hard, when we fall apart and on our faces and love us for it. Not in the mean way like ‘ha, ha’ but in the loving way that says ‘let’s take our lives with a bit of humor and laugh at how terribly funny it is that we’re all just so much the same.’ I love them that way. We could never get enough of these two. They adored us and the kids and we all were madly in love with them.
So, this one day in Singapore of many in which we hung out with them alllllllllllllll day (again) and we went to Annalakshmi (again), I was falling apart. I was trying to do studies with the kids and it was not working. In light of that bustling lobby at Beary Good Hostel and the nice backpackers and distractions, I tried to get studies done and get some work done. And instead of letting it go and realizing that sometimes, plans just ain’t happening, I fruitlessly tried to argue with my reality. And so, they bring us some great office supplies and that, at least, I feel I can appropriately organize. At least that.
So, in the following video, I’m putting the pencils and erasers in perfect order and Georgina is dying laughing. It’s too cute, and real, and raw, and funny. Tell me if you like it.
When You Deeply Get Each Other and Fall In Love
Sometimes you meet people whom you find yourself in whirlwind of love and admiration and you take a step back and wonder how it is you ended up falling in love so fully, so deeply, so completely in next to no time. And so it was with Georgina and Ed. We just had so much to talk about, so much alike. We shared the same frequency regarding alternative, passion-motivated education, wholesome healthy lifestyle, budget world travel and focused frugality to make your dreams come true, couplehood, a crazy sense of humor, and so much more. There’s this deeply sweet way that Ed cares for and loves Georgina. It reminds me of how Kobi loves me.
Here’s a collection of a few videos that reflect our shared passions. I can’t watch them now. I’m missing them a bit too much today.
Georgina Teaches The Kids
Fashion and This Amazingly Healthy Cayenne Salad
Our Favorite Restaurant
When They Come Back Into Your Heart
I love falling in love. I don’t love missing people I’ve fallen in love with. I know I am deeply blessed to know, love, and continue in my life. Sometimes it stings too much. (God, I’m such an emotional sap and so is Georgina.)
So, life happens and we just lost touch for a bit. We returned to Malaysia; they left Singapore to go get married in Georgina’s father’s garden.We did the Annapurna Circuit; they opened a madly successful business endeavor Results with Lucy with in-laws. We’ve moved to Goa, India; they’re about to hit Africa again. And then, I wrote about desperately needing a vacation from brown water and sub-human living conditions, and she wrote this:
When You Wish You Could Be There Again
Well, obviously I”m flooded with missing them now. Obviously, all I wish I could do is fly to England, take the oh-so-cool-and-breezy Heathrow Express from the airport, and simply appear at your father and mother-in-laws front door. (We adore trains and just had the nicest train trip to Gokarna, India.) I would sit there and cry, and hug her and Ed, and we’d talk and chatter for hours about spirituality and health and education and world travel and money and love. We’d talk for hours and hours and hours. We’d laugh and surely we’d cry bunches.
I miss them.
Speak or don’t. Either way I love you. Either way I miss them. God, we’re lucky! Anyone you’re missing these days? Tell me about it.
Photo credit: that first amazing wedding photo I copied from Georgina’s Facebook page. I know! Stunning! She is. So is he.