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7/20/2011

I woke up from a great rest. Downstairs soothing music played on the stereo while fruit, yogurt, and granola greeted me. I could tell this was going to be a good day. The scent of the hot breakfast reinforced the sentiment. I had a roasted red pepper, seasoned potatoes, toast with homemade jam, and two perfectly fried eggs. Breakfast really does set the tone for your entire day.

After breakfast it was time to say good bye to the Blue Hen bed and breakfast. Amy and Don sent me on my way with well wishes and a jar of her homemade strawberry jam. I started on the road and my thoughts played in rewind mode. I replayed crucial parts of this spiritual expedition. I asked myself many questions. I wanted to know if there was anything I could have done differently...

7/19/2011

Waking up to the thought that I’m nearing the end makes my joints much less stiff. The joy of running is returning. It’s either that or the joy of finishing. I’m so encouraged by the recent letters I’ve recieved from friends old and new. Day after day I posted my adventures not knowing if a single soul was reading them. As long as I had an internet signal, I wrote about my daily activities. The fantastic occurred on a regular basis. Gaurdian angels kept me safe around every turn. A Hollywood screenwriter couldn’t have scripted it better.

There were moments when I felt lonely. I was never bored, it was more like isolated. I asked myself very difficult questions. I guess that’s what happens when it’s you, the road, and lots of miles ahead...

7/18/2011

I can taste it. I’ve imagined the moment many times over. I’m not there yet but I’ve got destiny in my sights. I’ve had many friends of Islamic faith. A good muslim must make a hajj otherwise known as their journey to Mecca. If they take nothing, fellow muslims along the way must help them out. For them, Allah will carry them to the promised land.

I feel like I’ve taken my own hajj. Witnessing miracle after miracle has given me a certain confidence. I know what I’m supposed to do with my life and I know how I’m going to do it. There are many around me that worry about the how’s and the why’s, the dollars and cents. I do appreciate their concerns and perhaps if I were in their shoes I would feel the same way. But, worrying doesn’t help...