I Kinda Promised

I don’t know the whole story, but I have a sneaking suspicion I’d like to. My teammate, Helena Morrison was one of the first people at ISA to offer support. Last Saturday, I met her husband, Abe when he played chauffeur to Helena, me, and another colleague, Heidi on our way to the fifth grade team dinner at the Verkerk’s. (Are you with me so far?)

Abe Morrison and a new friend

After a few hours together and two fairly long commutes into and out of the Dutch countryside, I was comfortable enough to ask Abe his deal. When I asked him why Amsterdam, he told me about leaving England and following the Hippie Trail. Funny, that is. His Hippie Trail led to the Hippie Capital of the world back in 1971, and my Hippie Trail led to changing diapers and long hours figuring out how to get through college. Both trails led to the front seat of his Mercedes Benz. Like I said, funny.

He told me he met Helena (also a Brit) in Amsterdam, and if I had a better memory I might know what brought her to the Holland in the first place. Helena is in some ways a lot like the rest of my team. She is caring and empathetic, and there doesn’t seem to be anything she wouldn't do for others. And, as I learned, she loves President Obama.

Helena Morrison and Heidi Fernandez

This morning when this blog was mentioned Helena wanted to know if she was featured. I thought that was a pretty good idea, and I kinda promised.