Admitted

Today was probably the most suspenseful and intense day yet.  I will need to wait until next week to publicly discuss most of what happened today, but suffice it to say that there were more tears of joy, and more evidence of God’s presence moving here in Uganda.

And this was also the same day that we got more really good news about Henry’s schooling.

On Wednesday morning, Henry awoke early with his adoptive family (the Gashes) and joined us and the Gregstons for our morning workout.  I really wish I had his first time on the treadmill on video.  It was top-notch comedy, for him as much as anyone.

Henry on the treadmill

Gashes, Gregston, and Henry on Ab-Ripper X day on our P90X program

After showering, Henry and I were planning to go back out to his dream school in an attempt to meet with the Head Teacher.

Because I had missed the Head Teacher the day before, I decided to call in advance to see if he would be in.  Fortunately, one of the assistants had given me the Head Teacher’s cell phone number the day before, so I called him directly.  I was relieved that he remembered me and my interest in helping Henry get admitted.  At the end of a ten-minute conversation, he told me to “rest assured that he will be admitted,” and said that there was no need for us to come in.  I was quite pleased, but Henry was ecstatic.  I tried to give him a high five; he went in for the hug.

Since we got this taken care of so early, my driver raced him to the boat dock so that he could join Joline, our kids, and the whole Gregston family for a day at a village medical clinic across Lake Victoria.  Since Henry wants to be a doctor, we thought this would be a perfect introduction.  It was.  You can read more about their day of providing medical care to the poorest of the poor, including Jessica drawing blood from HIV-positive patients in Jessica’s post, Joline’s post, or the Gregston’s post about this adventure.  Needless to say, Henry was incredibly grateful for the opportunity to shadow Dr. Jay Gregston the entire day, serving as his interpreter when necessary.  His resolve to become a doctor intensified.

On Thursday, Henry headed home to Hoima (back in about ten days for the start of school) and Joline and the kids headed out again with the Gregstons for another day of delivering medical care in the village.

Today, I received an e-mail from someone at the Henry’s dream school officially confirming that he had been admitted.  Praise God.  The final list of the admitted students will be posted early next week, but today’s written confirmation was very good news.