(At this point in the entry, my mother might want to stop reading, because what follows is a blatant disregard for life and limb.)
Today, two friends and I headed out to the artisan market in town. Frustrated by our absolute lack of success at hailing a taxi, we opted instead to ride zemidjahns. That's right; I braved West African traffic on dirt roads on the back of a spluttering motorbike, driven by a man who may or may not have a license but who most definitely could not for the life of him keep his eyes on the road. I held on for dear life as we navigated inches away from other cars and had to duck to avoid getting hit by the back of a cement truck. And I did it all for you.
So here's the plan. If you want to be eligible to win what I am reasonably sure is a locally-crafted silver Africa necklace (although she could have been fooling me with that torch), say so in a comment on this post. While you're at it, tell me something dangerous you've done for no good reason. (Although, in this case, getting the necklace definitely counts as a good reason for risking my life on the back of a zemi, so I suppose I should probably mention the time I walked across hot coals because the guys I played frisbee with dared me to...) I have to approve all comments before they show up, and my spam filters are set tighter than a pair of support hose, so if you don't see your comment within twelve hours or so, e-mail me at alirae[at]quist[dot]ca.
And just to make things more interesting, I want to throw in even more chances to win. You see, we're planning on sailing to South Africa in just over three months to have our generators replaced. The ones we run on now are so loud that we've been unable to use two of our operating rooms and two of our wards this year. Not only will the new generators allow us to open the entire hospital, but they'll be much more reliable and much less of a struggle for our engineers to maintain.
So here's the other plan. If you want to be even more eligible to win a little piece of Africa, head on over here and donate to the Power the Vision campaign. Every donation, no matter how small, is another chance to win. Once you've donated, either leave a second comment or just e-mail me and I'll add your name to the list a second time.
I'll draw the winner on May first, so get your comments and/or donations in by five PM eastern standard time on the thirtieth.
Send your friends over, and we'll make a week of it. And if this turns out to be fun, we will most definitely be doing it again!
EDIT: The giveaway is now closed. Stay tuned for the announcement of the winner!








Probably the most dangerous thing I've done was in college. One of my friends and I thought that it would be a good idea to make some s'mores. At midnight. So, we took a book of matches and some old newspaper, and walked by ourselves to a deserted park at 1:00 in the morning to make s'mores. We knew that it probably wasn't the safest thing, so we took a kitchen knife with us. We found out later on that the park was frequented by drug dealers after dark, and we decided that we were NEVER going to do something like that again!
The only dangerous thing that I can think of was during high school. A couple of friends and I stayed at a convention center on the top of a mountain in the White Mountain Ranges in NH. One night we decided to be brave and sleep on one of the ledges that happen to overlook the valley. Fortunately, we all woke up in the same place too!
I would love this necklace, mostly because Africa is my heart too! I am moving to South Africa at the end of May to plant a church. If you're ever in Durban, let me know! And thanks for blogging. I love reading the stories of your life and the miracles of God on a Mercy Ship. Truly inspiring.
One of the most dangerous things I have done is to go white water rafting in the Andes mountains. It didn't feel all that dangerous until I fell out and went UNDER the boat while we were ON the rapids. Ouch. I shook for the rest of the trip!!
Blessings on your continued work, and thanks for sharing a smile with us as well.
Um, dangerous?? for the life of me, I cannot think of a single thing! so embarassing...so tomorrow I will risk life and limb by jaywalking across my quiet suburbian street.
Hmmmm, I can't think of anything terribly dangerous that I've done. I did once ride in a London taxi and the ride was terrifyingly similar to the one you described on the zemidjahn!
Love, love, love your blog! Been following you since your early days in Liberia, and I get so excited every time I see a new post.
I think the most dangerous thing I did was climbing onto the roof of my fiancé's house so that I could "break" into his second story room. I did this because he was moving and we were under a really strict schedule. His landlord was asleep downstairs and we had forgotten the key. It was misty outside and the roof was really slanted. I almost slipped right off but managed to hang on somehow. It still makes my heart beat faster just thinking about it.
blessing!
betty
A dangerous thing I have done - A lifetime ago in college, I lived in Washington, D.C., and was out late at night after a party in DuPont Square. I let a strange man come with me into a public bathroom with a single toilet and hold the broken door closed from the inside so that I could have privacy. When I think about it now, I shiver...but at the time, there must have been something about him that told me it was safe (or, at least it makes me feel better to think so).
the most dangerous thing I've done - well, I worked as an EMT, so I did a bit there, but nothing truly life-threatening (I think).
I also spent 6 weeks in Guatemala City with YWAM between my junior and senior year in college, I heart YWAM:)
My sister and I used to get in our car and do speed races up and down Rudasill Road in Tucson, AZ. It was a road that didn't have much on it, but it was all hairpin turns and no shoulder or safety structures. We used to time ourselves to see how fast we could get a 1979 Plymouth Volare through that "course". It's a wonder we're still alive.
In my youth my sister and I used to jump on a pony in someone's field and see who could stay on the longest while the other one did whatever they could to make the pony buck us off. Okay, well maybe that wasn't for any good reason.
One time on a missions trip as a teenager, in a downtown slum area in a large US city, I saw a kid accidentally run in front of a car. I rushed out to him and pushed him out of the way.
(wait, I just realized you wanted us to say something we dangerous we did for no good reason, and that doesn't really apply to this, but was the first thing I thought of).
I love your blog and an excited everytime a new post comes up in my Google Reader. My sister was on Anastasis for nine months for the Segue program almost 4 years ago.
as for something dangerous...i can't think of much. i do remember hiking when i was younger and jumping off high cliffs. it was too long ago for me to remember exactly how high they were...it seemed awfully dangerous to me at the time!
I'm not much of a risk-taker. So it took me awhile to think of this. My friend and I were visiting Millennium Park in Chicago. It is twelve blocks away from the train station. We walked all the way back to the train station on lonely streets, just the two of us college girls, after dark. Brilliant.
i have a list of stupid things i never should have done (and, fortunately, haven't added to the list lately)...
1) driving home from college on over probably three inches of ice to see a guy i liked (i married said guy several years later...)
2) accepting an offer to share a cab with a man i didn't know when i lived in the philippines. this was stupid for many reasons, among which was the fact that i didn't speak much tagalog -- all worked out though as he dropped me and my sister at the right location without any harm.
i know there was a third, but it isn't coming to my mind right now...
My brother is studying nursing and then plans to go to Africa as a missionary. It would be really neat to have a necklace from Africa!!
I can't really think of any thing risky that I've done. I like to stick to safe, sensible things.
Thanks!
Amy
I can't really think of anything dangerous that I have done, not yet at least
Kelsey
I can think of 2 "dangerous" things off the top of my head.
1- Last summer I agreed to ride on the back of my friend's R1 streetbike. We went 180 mph! That was such a thrill. : )
2- This was an adrenaline rush too. When I was 7-15 yoa I would swing on that same friend's swing. This swing wasn't a normal swing... it was attached to a branch about 10 stories above us. I would climb onto their deck, grab on to the triangular handle and jump. If you let go, you'd fall down the side of the cliff and eventually into the river. Two girls that I knew of slipped off and broke their backs and are never able to have kids... I'm so blessed that never happened to me.
I'm donating now. See you in a few years! ( I hope!)
Beautiful necklace!
I can't think of anything really dangerous that I've done for no reason...how about staying home alone with my siblings...there are fourteen of us! Four of my siblings were adopted from West Africa.
I really enjoy reading your blog. Keep it up!
Blessings,
Emily
Well, 2 weeks ago I was at the beach and there was a high warning for dangerous marine life. I live in FL. Due to the onshore winds, there were thousands of Portuguese Man O' War in the water and washing up on shore. When I got to the beach, there were lots and they were big and alive.
so I said a prayer asking God for protection, figured there's a first time for everything (if I did get stung) grabbed my boogie board, and headed out. I swam and body surfed for over an hour, caught some great waves, and didn't see a single one in the water!
Great idea!
I think the most dangerous thing that I've done is to climb a volcano in Guatemala.
Thanks for sharing your adventures with us! It has been so neat to hear how God is working.
Probably the most dangerous thing I have done is hitchhicked to a party by myself and was picked up by some pretty shady characters..live and learn..
We are adopting a sweet baby girl from South Africa and I plan on giving this necklace to her if we win it!
joc
I would love the charm.
I love missions, to travel, and to be adventurous (but not dangerous, go figure!) and LOVE reading your blog! Thanks for letting us all know about what you're doing!
Most of my risks have been horseback riding-related. Clambering on top of a 1200-lb animal is an adventure every time!
Long-time reader, first-time commenter.
As for the most dangerous thing I've done there are a few contenders:
1) scuba diving with sharks, 2) being face to face with a barracuda, and 3) almost getting nailed by a bull sea lion because I was in his territory. But I think the top is accidentally taking a picture of a Liberian police officer. It's only by the grace of God that I'm here in Canada and not some Liberian prison!
Blessings to you Ali!
Most dangerous thing I've ever done? I guess that would be taking a taxi in Cape Town, South Africa. And even that wasn't bad when compared to the zemidjahns! (And I've lived in South Africa all my life, so I should know better... =P)
As for dangerous-I mistakenly walked off a trail in the Bosnian countryside. Which sounds fine and dandy but Bosnian was heavily covered with land mines during their civil and the field that I was by was a known mined area.
I think going to Kibera, Kenya this summer may also count as a dangerous act.
Most dangerous thing I've ever done ... hmmm ... I think hanging off a bus with one foot and arm counts as top although I only stayed on for one stop as i decided i valued my life after all!! That was a few years back. The most recent was crossing a flooded street in a bid to get home and almost being swept away! I had to grab onto a random man (who was also crossing at the same point) and try to expalin what the problem was - he didn't speak English :-s!
My most dangerous escapade was manyyears ago. I flew in a military medevac helicopter at treetop-level due to a thunderstorm aloft, with the bays open... I was the patient. Strapped to a stretcher, alternately looking upside down at the ground when I tipped my head back and then right side up at the ground again over my very pregnant belly when the chopper banked the other way... and the fun was only just beginning. My baby was born with a TGA that demanded repair when he was only hours old, at a time when the surgery of choice was NOT performed on neonates. Thank God and surgical skill that he is still with us and has a healthy heart 27 years later.
Bonnie