Monday, November 26, 2012

Thanksgiving 2012

Thanksgiving Day started out with doctor’s appointments for both kids. That’s why we were in Dhaka, six hours by train away from home. We were concerned that Abraham had a peanut allergy, and both kids needed to have well check-ups. We were very grateful to get to meet with a child development nurse who encouraged us that even if Abe does have a peanut allergy, it’s a minor one, and he could outgrow it. They don’t think we should do allergy testing until he’s older. We should also keep him away from peanuts until he’s two. I can still eat peanut butter, but I have to switch to natural stuff, instead of the yummy, creamy stuff I’m used to. Good news to start the day.

We were staying with some wonderful friends in Dhaka who display the beautiful gift of hospitality in amazing ways. They have three guest rooms, all filled while we were in town. And it was an unexpected surprise that we would get to join them for Thanksgiving Dinner… for 41 people!  We enjoyed chatting with many people we don’t see very often, the kids made friends, and we ate scrumptious food. It was the first time I’ve ever had turkey in Bangladesh.

The plan was that the driver for our hosts’ family would take us at 10pm to the train station. We like to take the overnight train with the kids as long as we can get in the sleeper cabin. It’s much easier to sleep crammed into small beds with the kids than to try to contain them while awake for six hours on a bus or train. On Thanksgiving we thought our train would leave the closest train station to us at 10:45.  After all, that’s what it has always done. 

Just before 10 Franklin started taking our bags downstairs to the garage. I dressed Abraham in his pajamas and tried unsuccessfully to wake Eliana up. We scooped both kids up and joined our friend Jacob who was also planning to be on the same train with us. Unfortunately, we were all ready to go, but the driver was not there. He had taken the car to drop someone who lived just around the corner off, but instead of returning home, like he was supposed to, he decided to go fill the car up with gas. This got him stuck in the notorious Dhaka traffic. He did not arrive home from his excursion until midnight, we found out later!

Luckily at around 10:15, some of our friends were leaving the fantastic Thanksgiving gathering. They offered their car and driver to pop us over to the train station, which as a bird flies is probably only about a mile and a half away from where we were. Before we found out we were going to be able to use their car, Jacob examined his ticket and realized that the train should not be leaving the station until 10:57. Not feeling worried at all, with our extra 12 minutes and the generous gift of a transportation option, we began our journey at ease. 

As we turned out of our friends’ street, the driver chose to go the opposite direction than we would have opted to go. No big deal, though. We had time.
Unfortunately, what we didn’t know was that the suburb we were entering, that would take us to the main road we needed to get on, was locked up for the night. To protect against thieves, all but one entrance is blocked off. Our driver drove from one end of Banani to the other. We went down a long road, because there seemed to be a guard ready to open the gate for those who needed, only to find out that the guard was in fact a rickshaw puller, just waiting for a bit of work. As we turned around, we realized that four vehicles had been following us, also lost in the maze of streets trying to find a way out. Finally our line of vehicles  found the outlet, and we made our way to Airport Road. 

Once on Airport Road, things again appeared to be going our way, that is until we were stopped with hundreds of other cars and trucks and buses at a railroad crossing. For safety, it seems that they chose to put the bar across ten minutes before the arrival of the little train. As I waited for the traffic to slowly begin moving again, I asked Franklin and Jacob what time it was and if we should have a plan B. The day before when we had been traveling into Dhaka with Jacob he shared that someone had told him that to live in Bangladesh, one must be extremely optimistic. So, with this necessary optimism, Jacob and Franklin replied that we didn’t need a plan B, we had plenty of time. 

A few minutes later, we pulled into the train station. We saw coolies ready to help us with our suitcases standing in front of the station. We didn’t see our gray train waiting there, but the more common green and tan train was waiting there. One of the men commented, “Our train isn’t even here yet.” We opened the door to hurry to wait for our train, and the coolies informed us that our train, in fact, had already left. We all hurriedly closed our doors and informed the driver to quickly take us to Airport Station, the next and last train station in Dhaka, which is situated across the street from the International Airport. With luck, we could catch the train there, as it would have to stand there for about 10 minutes.

Our driver started the journey, my heart was racing, but we were fueled by optimism. The optimism lasted only a minute or two until the next large intersection on Airport Road. Rather than using stoplights that would be mostly ignored by the crazy Dhaka traffic, the vehicles at intersections are directed by police. The policeman at our intersection decided to let half of Dhaka travel through the intersection in front of us while we waited. At this point I just laughed. I said, “If anything can go wrong for us, it will.” Once again I asked the men if we should have a plan B. The idea of a friend’s house with some spare rooms or the option of a night train was thrown out, but we were still hoping against all odds to catch our train.

At this point, in my mind, I had two options. Clearly, no action of mine would change the result of the situation we were in. So, I could choose to worry and be frustrated. I, unfortunately, know this option very well as it is a well-worn path in my head. Or, I could choose to be thankful. This is a relatively new option to me, but as I have experimented with being thankful over that last year since reading Ann Voskamp’s book, it has proven to have very positive results. So, on this Thanksgiving Day, I appropriately chose to be thankful. I did, after all, have so much to be thankful for, even at that moment in the midst of uncertainty. So I mentally began my list… for the two beautiful children asleep on Franklin and my laps, for transport to take us to the train station, that my salvation is certain no matter what happens that night, that we do have a plan B…. and on and on. 

Eventually we got to the roundabout between the International Airport and the train station. Wouldn’t you know it, the car in front of us got to cross traffic into the train station, but the policeman deemed it, that we needed to stop. I said to Jacob, who was in the front seat, that he should tell the policeman that we would miss our train if he didn’t let us go. Jacob proceeded to do that, and the policeman walked toward the oncoming traffic. But he still let the traffic go. I thought to myself, “Well, we have certainly been put in our place.” After a handful of cars and trucks went, though, he did, mercifully, let us cross. 

As we enter the chaos of the small, very overcrowded road approaching the train station there seemed to be a million obstacles to overcome before we would find out if we’d make our train or not. We had to go around a van gari, we passed an accident, people crossed in front of us… All the while we are discussing our strategy. Do we stay together as a group? Does Jacob run ahead with his things and try to find someone who can stop the train for us? Do I run ahead with Abraham because it’s hard to travel with a baby or do we stay together as a family? There were lots of questions, but no answers were verbalized.

Eventually we make it to the front of the train station. We jump out. Our train is still at the platform! I have to find a way to grab the pink sock that fell off of Ellie’s foot on the floor of the backseat while having Abraham attached to me in a sling. Jacob rushes off and we move as quickly as we can. A coolie puts our two big suitcases on top of his head. I rush after him with Abe attached to me. Franklin comes behind with Ellie in his arms and a couple small bags, too. Just as we get through the station onto the platform, you guessed it, our train starts to move. Our coolie keeps running by the train, I groan something to Franklin, and he mumbles something back, but I can’t remember what exactly.

I kept chasing the coolie, everything around me a blur. The train engineer/conductor was hanging off the caboose out the door. I made eye contact with him, and I gave him the most desperate, pitiful look a mommy with a baby attached to her while running on a train platform at 11 o’clock at night in a foreign country with hundreds of people staring at her could. I’m sure it’s a look that is universally understood around the world. In English I say, “Please, please”. He screams, “Rajshahi?” The coolie, who has no idea where we are going, I think, replies in the affirmative. And, wonder of wonders,  the train official radios on a walkie talkie to the guy in control of the train, and gets the train to stop! 

In the mayhem I say to Franklin, “We have to get to the other end of the train.” Our compartment is in the second train car, and this is the end car. Ha! That’s not going to happen. We throw our stuff in the caboose and join the most merciful railway employee in all of Bangladesh in his little office area. I cannot contain myself, I’m thanking God, I’m trying to find a culturally appropriate way to express extreme gratitude to this man, I’m calming Abraham down who had been a bit disturbed by the running, screaming, and climbing up the ladder to get on the train, and I just can’t believe we made our train! 

We settle down a bit. We put a mat that we had with us on the floor and Ellie immediately conks out on it. Franklin and I sit ourselves down on a metal trunk in the corner of the space. Abraham eventually calms down and rests his head against my shoulder. A. H. Khan, as we could read on his uniform, tells us apologetically that we will have to wait until the next stop, about 45 minutes away, to switch to the beds where our tickets are for. Let me tell you, that was not a problem. It was such a relief to have made our train, I was willing to wait.

We chatted with the wonderful  A. H. Khan and found out he only lives three blocks from us in Rajshahi. He knows both where I used to teach English and where Franklin’s music school is. We told him the whole story of our crazy journey, too. After a nice chat, we finally got close to Joydebpur, where we would make the transition to our compartment. Once again, apologetically, A. H. Khan explained to us that it would be a lot of trouble for us. There would be no train platform and no coolies. It would also be a long way to walk. He thought Franklin should take two trips with the suitcases and told us he’d have the train wait for us. Franklin said he could do it in one trip. A. H. Khan then informed us that we didn’t need to hurry. We could walk as slow as ants, and he’d have the train wait for us. Wasn’t that kind?!

So, we said our good byes and Franklin got off the train with the suitcases. Let me just take a moment to explain that by “get off the train” I mean “climb down a ladder with three or four rungs and then jump down the last four feet to the ground”.  We are, after all, basically in the middle of nowhere. It’s at least 150 meters to the actual station. After passing Ellie to Franklin, it’s my turn to get down with Abe attached to my front. Let me tell you, it was not pretty. I think Franklin was coaching me, and A. H. Khan, not realizing Abe was firmly attached to me with a sling, kept telling me to hold on to the baby. When I didn’t obey him, because my two hands were busy clinging to the railings on the side of the ladders so I didn’t plummet to the ground with poor Abraham helplessly falling with me, he started trying to grab Abraham to protect him from his careless mommy. :)

Anyway, we were eventually all on the ground. Franklin walked ahead with all the bags. I walked behind with Ellie and Abe. We had to walk on a grass path for a while, and then climb up onto the station platform, and then off of the platform, across tracks, and then climb up into the train. This time I took Abe out of the sling and passed him to Jacob, who had jumped onto a different compartment of the moving train at Airport Station and also had to wait to make the switch to the sleeper car at Joydebpur. 

So, at about midnight we made it into our sleeper car, adrenaline flowing through our bodies. We settled down and eventually laid down for sleep, Abe and I on the top bunk, and Franklin and Ellie on the bottom. After such an adventure, though, sleep took a while to arrive.

While I was laying there thinking, one of the many thoughts that crossed my mind was that from my view, each time we had something go wrong, it was one more barrier to getting us to the train on time. If we had waited any longer for a car to take us, if we had made one more wrong turn in Banani, if we had waited any longer in the jam to cross the railroad tracks, if the policeman had waited one more second at the large intersections, we would miss the train. God, on the other hand, had a different point of view. At just the right second, He provided a car for us. Just in time, He guided us out of Banani. At just the right time, the train passed and the cars started to move. Just in the nick of time, the policeman stopped the other cars so we could go. He knew the whole time that He was providing a way for us. 

Guess what I was thankful for this Thanksgiving.

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

Obviously you were really thankful since you posted it 4 times. ;) Sounds tiring, but you are completely right that when you look at the good things that happened through it all it's hard to be down about it. -C

Anonymous said...

Interesting to hear the full story! Heard a very short version but fun to hear it is more detail!
Hanna

Our family... said...

Repeat after me... Computer trouble... Thanks, Carie, for your kind understanding. :)

Charlotte and John said...

The wait to read this was definitely worth it. I must admit my heart was in my throat when I started reading about you getting off and walking to the front - was so sure the train was going to leave without you for real that time! Thanks for taking the time to write it all - it will be a good read for you many times, I'm sure, as God tests your thankfulness :)