I'll bet the majority of you think this has something to do with school :)
Since I'm 60 and officially a senior...this was my "senior" trip.
Many of you may remember that I lost a very close friend right after Christmas. The job I have is relatively stressful (even though my company teaches how to release stress) and I've been trying to take a vacation since last October. Something always came up and it kept getting put off (Travelocity was getting a bit upset at changes).
I finally managed to threaten my way into being allowed last year's vacation a couple of weeks ago. While I had Travelocity on the phone (again) I began to think really hard about where to go. I could visit a friend in Canada, go back East and visit my kids, or..."How much is a round-trip to Arkhangel'sk?"
Believe it or not, round-trip is less than Hawaii or most places inside the U.S. "I'll take it!"
The day finally came a week ago last Friday. I have a friend there that was going to meet me at the airport...Aeroflot was 4 hours late and I couldn't make International calls from LAX. Combine that with the fact it's a 24-hour plane ride! No question about it, I would miss the connecting flight from Moscow to Arkhangel'sk.
Don't get me wrong, Aeroflot is a very good airline, but they're not famous for being on time. They bought me dinner at LAX while I was waiting for the flight (there had been major storms in Europe that caused the delay), and they put me up in Moscow at a 5-star hotel and fed me there, too.
In Moscow there are 3 main airports, Sheremetyevo 1 & 2 (about 5 miles from each other) and Domodedovo. Of course I arrived at SVO-2 and flew out of SVO-1. Like a typical tourist, a taxi driver accosted me outside the terminal and offered me the ride to the other airport...it was then that I got mugged. NEVER TAKE A CAB IN MOSCOW! The guy wouildn't let me out of the cab until I paid him 8,000 roubles (several hundred $ American). There is a shuttle bus (avtobus) between airports for 30R. I found that out coming back. Don't even THINK about renting a car in Russia and driving unless you're NASCAR or INDY qualified. The short ride gave and entirely new meaning to "terrorism"! Even in Arkhangel'sk, the drivers are totally nuts.
It's only about a two hour flight between Moscow and ARH. Don't get me wrong -- I love to fly; I'll fly anywhere. I used to work for TWA. There are very few things that will make me nervous about flying...not deicing the wings is one of them. I had a seat directly over a wing and could easily see at least 1/2 inch of ice and an inch of snow on them...
Arkhangel'sk is a very picturesque city on the Dvina River in Northern Russia. The only thing to mar the view is the plethora of Soviet Era apartment complexes. These are large concrete structures that violate every building code I'm aware of in N. America.
Now understand that I speak enough Russian to be dangerous...but NOT at the speed they speak. A Russian speaking normally makes a Mexican speaking Spanish seem rather slow. Combine that with the fact that most of their words slur together, it really makes life interesting. By the end of the week, though, I could hold a coherent conversation with my friend's 4-year-old grandaughter and could follow several of the television programs (there's nothing like "The Simpsons" or "CSI" dubbed over in Russian :) ).
I will tell all of you now, if you ever have (or make) the opportunity to visit Russia or the former Soviet Union, DO IT! You would be hard pressed to come up with a more picturesque place to visit, or friendlier people who are thrilled when you even attempt to speak their language. It's an experience you'll never forget.
The trip back was relatively uneventful (Aeroflot was on time). I thought I was going to get caught in a major storm on Thursday in Moscow, but it had cleared by Friday.
I landed back at LAX and had to go through Customs before catching my connecting flight to Phoenix. When they ran my passport (one of thos new electronic ones), it appears my ex-wife had taken out a warrent on me many years ago and forgot to pull it when everything got straightened out.
I got to be a guest of the LAPD for 3 days until this got straightend out. That was not a high point of my trip. All things considered, I was relaxed and rested.
I walked in the door at 7:00 Monday night and my phone was ringing. It was a friend of mine. While I was talking, my other phone rang and it was my daughter who was coming right over. This was about 7:10. At 7:20, there was a knock on my door -- the fire chief and a paramedic...my daughter was in a major accident (a tie-rod broke at 65 miles an hour and rolled her into a 10' deep ditch). They had life-flighted her up to the major trauma hospital in Flagstaff.
When I got there 40 minutes later, the doctors told me they couldn't understand how she survived because she should have been killed outright at the scene. She's in quite bad shape at the moment and will probably require at least 6 weeks in the ICU before they even consider putting her in a regular room, much less therapy.
So far, 2007 isn't turning out to be my banner year.


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The trip was fantastic, but the circumstances before and after really suck like a soap opera.
As I mention, I am fortunate to work for a company that specializes in a self-help method (The Sedona Method - you can Google it). That has helped me immensely in just plain coping with the past few months. My boss, Hale Dwoskin (developer of The Sedona Method, and his wife have been tremendously supportive).
The city we live in (Sedona, Arizona) is extremely spiritual (not just Christian). The Native Americans considered this a sacred place and miracles happen to this day. This is another in a long line of "miraculous happenings" in Northern Arizona.
Fortunately, my daughter is on Medicare Disability and AHCCS (Arizona's equivalent to Medicare) because she is bipolar (yes, I'm a member of the Bipolar Writer's Group here on Gather).
Because she will be in the CVCCU (Cardio-Vascular Critical Care Unit) for another six weeks, minimum, before she's transferred to normal care, she will probably shoot those through the roof.
Her siblings have set up a fund with Bank of America that I'll publish once I get all of the information, to try to cover what the government won't.
An interesting and ironic sidelight -- the woman who witnessed the accident and originally called 911 was the nurse for Ashleigh's local doctor. He freaked today when I told him that was her. The nurse told him that nobody could have survived that crash.
The fire chief that came to my door was behind the nurse and also witnessed it. He's called me several times for updates, because he doesn't believe she survived, either.
The nurse, after calling 911, called the local Buddhist monastery to place someone on the prayer list...the monk on duty is my assistant. He didn't know until Tuesday that this was MY daughter.
The doctors, 4 days later, are still calling her the "miracle woman". One doctor told me today, "regardless of the final outcome, she should not be alive today".
They're going to begin bringing her out of her drug-induced coma tomorrow and she should be coherent on Tuesday or Wednesday. This is good because all of her siblings have arrive from all over the country and it will do her a world of good to know that we are all here for her (the first "family reunion" in 18 years).
This comment may not sound morbid like it should, but, right now, I'm doing my darndest to keep my act together. I'll be honest, after the past few months, this week there has been more than one time when I've said, "C'mon -- males in my family have a history of coronary disease...I'm ready."...I'm still here.
I must have had really bad Karma in a past life.
I have been in Sedona and love it. I also was able to travel to a small section of Russia (St Petersburg) and found it very beautiful.
Please keep us updated on your daughter's progress. I am also going to check out the "Sedona Method." I could certainly use some stress relief now myself.
Thanks for sharing this with us.
Yes.
It's not only the person who is in trouble, but the family that is need of support
Right now, my boss is helping me to hang in there. I know whenou arrive, you'll also help me to keep it together,
I still can't believe I finally booked that ticket!!! I don't think the ladies at The Flight Centre believe it either. hahahaha
Your entire family is on the Knox Presbyterian Church Prayer Chain, here in Guelph. You know Rev. Thomas knows all about you, and is very happy to help us in any way he can.
Thank you for just being yourself. ;-)
Not really, dear Walker - but you definitely have a couple or two of angels to help you through! :-)
I would love to say a lot about your Russian impressions, but now my heart is going out to your daughter... I've already been in our church to light a candle and say a prayer for her health and well-being. You and all your nears and dears are always in my thoughts, and if only I can do something for you, I'll do it gladly. :-)
Warm regards and blessings from Moscow -
Sveta
And then your daughter! I am so sad. Leah is right, you and her siblings need our prayers as much as she does. I'm glad she's able to go and be of support and comfort to you. Please keep us abreast of her condition. If God can give you the miracle of her survival, he can also add more miracles.
The amazing thing about the week to come is that I WANT to be there for you (Walker) as much as I want to escape, myself.
"I want to get out of here!"
"I want to be with you"
"I want to see Sedona"
"I want to get on an airplane and fly somewhere"
"I want..."
All things people might say before taking a vacation, but here's a new one.
"I want to jump into the raging river that is your life at this point, with both feet!"
Most people go on vacation to relax, but not many consider it a vacation when they are about to jump from the frying pan into the fire.
It's like I said to you on the phone tonight...provide a stable landing strip (meet me at the airport!) and your 2007 will do a total 180 and be wonderful from now on. Not just your 2007, but OURS.
It's like Morfar always said
"Leah, I like to stuff you with chocolate when I'm feeling depressed. Watching YOU enjoy something is even more wonderful than enjoying it myself."
That's how I'm feeling tonight.
They are weaning my daughter from the hypnotics today. She opened her eyes several times to see who was speaking. Mike played a voice mail from his daughter and Ash turned her head to hear it today.
I know my genetics. The doctors say she will never walk again. I don't believe that, and neither will she.
Thanks to all of you.
As for Morfar, he asks how you are, everytime we talk. I know he'll be happy to know that I'm finally going.
I'm drinking a cup of Turkish coffee, and thinking of you right now. Just think, in about 120 hours, I'll be there.