your freshman year in college meant to you. You’ve often told me that summer was the most transformative time in your life and provided the passion that became your direction and your future. I get it, Dad. I finally understand what you were saying to me. LOL, I was always thinking, oh geez, there he goes again with the Zambia story. But now I understand.
When I see the impact my work is having on people’s lives, it feels amazing. I know what I’m doing is helping to give these kids I meet a chance to grow up and I can’t imagine doing anything else. They have so little, but yet, they are always filled with joy and they remind me so much of Nathaniel and Portia. Those two are just so happy with simple things. Like the joy they get sitting on the beach and digging up clams. They can do that for hours and they’re happy. And now I’m part of something that not only saves lives, but makes people happy and I can’t imagine doing anything else. Yes, this is me, your son, saying this. LOL, you can pick yourself up off the floor now. I guess I was listening to you. At least a little.
Time for me to go to sleep. Tell Heckle & Jeckle that I miss them big time and say hi to Mia. And let Dr. Castillo know that Lily is doing just fine.
Z-man
His dedication and passion did not go unnoticed, nor did his uncanny talent to isolate a problem and immediately develop and execute a solution. Zac Moore was truly meant for this type of work. It didn’t take long before he was named Assistant Project Leader, tasked with working in an itinerant role, traveling to the different sites and projects to assess issues and work with the locals and the teams on solution plans. In another environment, people would have been grumbling that the young, good looking American was getting special treatment, but Zac had proven himself more than worthy of the promotion.
Planning a Friday night Beach Rave, Zac donated a few pairs of LeBrons and DSquared2 sweatshirts that Brian had sent to him to barter for beer and other alcohol.
“We should be able to really let loose,” Matthew smiled, lying back on his bed.
“We always do,” Zac laughed at the odd statement.
“Yeah, we do. But even more so this Friday.”
“Why? What’s going on this Friday?”
“There’s some major donors coming in country and William is going to be off with them this weekend showing them different project sites and giving them the full Project Hydrate experience. He’s leaving Friday afternoon and won’t be back until Sunday afternoon.”
Most excellent, thought Zac. I can spend time with Lily without having to worry about him or about retribution.
Friday couldn’t come soon enough.
Buh-bye, William, have a great trip, dude.
Finally…
The moon was almost full on Friday adding to the energy charge around base camp. By Friday afternoon, the excitement for the night’s festivities was palpable.
Walking into the administrative office earlier in the afternoon to turn in his paperwork for the week, Zac was met with an odd twist of fate.
“Zac Moore? Is that you?” a woman’s surprised voice asked.
Turning to meet his unanticipated greeter, a dirty, sweaty Zac found himself face-to-face with one of America’s highest paid models and her producer husband. The couple had been longtime members of his father’s Brentwood, CA health club location - a location Zac had worked at for several summers through middle school and high school.
“How are you, darling?” The beautiful brunette kissed him on each dirty cheek.
Sticking his hand out for the husband, the man ignored it and embraced Zac in a warm hug.
“What are you doing here is what I want to know?”
Looking down at his dirty forearms, Zac smiled, “I’m here helping out in any way I can.”
Out of the corner of his eye, he could see William, arms across his chest, face tight. Damn you are an insecure little moron, thought Zac. I’m your ace in the donation hole, douche.
Knowing he had to play
When I see the impact my work is having on people’s lives, it feels amazing. I know what I’m doing is helping to give these kids I meet a chance to grow up and I can’t imagine doing anything else. They have so little, but yet, they are always filled with joy and they remind me so much of Nathaniel and Portia. Those two are just so happy with simple things. Like the joy they get sitting on the beach and digging up clams. They can do that for hours and they’re happy. And now I’m part of something that not only saves lives, but makes people happy and I can’t imagine doing anything else. Yes, this is me, your son, saying this. LOL, you can pick yourself up off the floor now. I guess I was listening to you. At least a little.
Time for me to go to sleep. Tell Heckle & Jeckle that I miss them big time and say hi to Mia. And let Dr. Castillo know that Lily is doing just fine.
Z-man
His dedication and passion did not go unnoticed, nor did his uncanny talent to isolate a problem and immediately develop and execute a solution. Zac Moore was truly meant for this type of work. It didn’t take long before he was named Assistant Project Leader, tasked with working in an itinerant role, traveling to the different sites and projects to assess issues and work with the locals and the teams on solution plans. In another environment, people would have been grumbling that the young, good looking American was getting special treatment, but Zac had proven himself more than worthy of the promotion.
Planning a Friday night Beach Rave, Zac donated a few pairs of LeBrons and DSquared2 sweatshirts that Brian had sent to him to barter for beer and other alcohol.
“We should be able to really let loose,” Matthew smiled, lying back on his bed.
“We always do,” Zac laughed at the odd statement.
“Yeah, we do. But even more so this Friday.”
“Why? What’s going on this Friday?”
“There’s some major donors coming in country and William is going to be off with them this weekend showing them different project sites and giving them the full Project Hydrate experience. He’s leaving Friday afternoon and won’t be back until Sunday afternoon.”
Most excellent, thought Zac. I can spend time with Lily without having to worry about him or about retribution.
Friday couldn’t come soon enough.
Buh-bye, William, have a great trip, dude.
Finally…
The moon was almost full on Friday adding to the energy charge around base camp. By Friday afternoon, the excitement for the night’s festivities was palpable.
Walking into the administrative office earlier in the afternoon to turn in his paperwork for the week, Zac was met with an odd twist of fate.
“Zac Moore? Is that you?” a woman’s surprised voice asked.
Turning to meet his unanticipated greeter, a dirty, sweaty Zac found himself face-to-face with one of America’s highest paid models and her producer husband. The couple had been longtime members of his father’s Brentwood, CA health club location - a location Zac had worked at for several summers through middle school and high school.
“How are you, darling?” The beautiful brunette kissed him on each dirty cheek.
Sticking his hand out for the husband, the man ignored it and embraced Zac in a warm hug.
“What are you doing here is what I want to know?”
Looking down at his dirty forearms, Zac smiled, “I’m here helping out in any way I can.”
Out of the corner of his eye, he could see William, arms across his chest, face tight. Damn you are an insecure little moron, thought Zac. I’m your ace in the donation hole, douche.
Knowing he had to play
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