today's missionary training included a hostage-taking simulation. first we were hiding out, then we were caught, then we had to choose which 3 hostages could be let go, then we were told they couldn't go and that we had to choose 2 people to be executed. i volunteered because i don't have a family back home to worry about... no one depending on me. the guys said they didn't feel comfortable with a girl getting shot. so i stayed put while tony and nick were taken. we heard two shots fired. our captors came back and demanded two more hostages to be executed. gabe and i both got up to go. i had to push people out of the way. it was all a blur. i laid on the ground... two more shots fired. the simulation ended.
the strange thing is, i was really at peace about being killed. i mean, i knew i wouldn't really be shot, so that's part of it, but i felt that it was better for me to be shot than anyone else in the group. and as i waited on the ground for the shots to be fired, i thought of everyone i'd be leaving behind... my friends and family... and i really trusted that they knew my love for them and hoped they'd be confident of the peace i felt when killed.
what an odd thing to think about.
in other not-simulated news, that biopsy i got a while back (i posted about getting stitches) yielded "suspicious" results. i have to have another biopsy tomorrow to see what's up. my boss won't let me leave until all is resolved, so please pray for a speedy and favorable report! gracias.