Chief Wiggles -- Straight from Iraq
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The online journal of Chief Wiggles.

Monday, October 20, 2003
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Sunday, October 19, 2003

To all reading my site please be aware that plunge, the man behind the scenes for my blog, is going to go under the knife on Tuesday, undergoing hip surgery. Please join with me in offering up our prayers for his speedy recovery. (Editorial comment from Plunge: the surgery has been delayed, I'll let you know when for sure. Tuesday has been turned into a doctors appointment to go over my latest MRI. No, it is not life threatening, but yes, needs to be done. During the time I am out, Dean Esmay has graciously offered to run things here so there will be no let down in the posting of the Chief's journal entries.) He has been invaluable in keeping things running, solving problems, and making this toy drive happen, I don't know where I would be without him. He is one heck of a friend, one I would be glad to call my brother.

I am so excited about getting the "Share Joys through Toys" campaign going again, with a kick butt solution enabling us to continue to reach out to the Iraqi kids with bundles of happiness. I am so glad we have figured out a way to keep the flow of toys moving, now across the waters. My hat goes off to all who have played a part in putting this solution together. And of course those who have donated money to help pay for the cost of moving the containers to their final destination here in Baghdad.

You are all doing your part in making kids smile, laugh, and catch a ray of hope for the future. Thanks so much.

You will all be glad to know that the Good Luck Genies struck again this morning, as our team of Chief Wiggle Workers descended on a children's hospital here in Baghdad with arms full of toys. Our caravan pulled up to the front of the hotel with our team, several doctors from our local military hospital, Iraqi friends/interpreters, and several news media personnel (NBC, AP, and our Combat Camera Crew).

After a quick meeting with the hospital administrator, grabbing a few carts we proceeded to delivery our cargo of joy to all the children in the hospital. We went from room to room stopping at as many beds as we could to inquire about the child's condition and prognosis, while we personally handed out a special offering made possible by all of you. It was a choice experience.

As we went down each hall and ward of the hospital our following grew behind us as the word of our arrival spread like wild fire. Unfortunately, due to the sheer number of people, we were unable to delivery toys to every employee or family member who desired something. We were there to make sure each and every sick child got a toy.

The kids were great, yes there were many very sad situations causing me to cry inside for the kids, but there were smiles indicating their happiness to see us with the toys.

At one time a father, whose daughter was dieing from leukemia, confronted me with a real plea for medical treatment not toys. With extreme emotion he explained his need for a medical solution to his daughter's ailment, which the toys would not cure. My heart went out to him as I put my arm around him to calm his cries for help. I was sorry to say that I only had toys in my bag of tricks.

After the toys had all been distributed, the news media personnel, eager for the story, grabbed me one by one to figure out why this was all happening. Although it was fun and exciting for me, the real story is about all of you who have taken the time out of your busy schedules and set aside money in your tight budgets to send a toy to a far-off child, in a land engulfed in killing, violence and tragedies against the very people sent here to free them.

Thanks to all of you!!

Yesterday, in the course of another hectic day the spirit made it clear what I was supposed to be engaged in doing. A man, small in stature but big in courage, came into my office desperately seeking someone to talk to. It was obvious that he was emotionally under a great deal of stress and noticeably upset.

He began to relay to me his story of how his family's house had just been bombed for the second time last night, due to his involvement with the Coalition Forces. Over the past several months he had continued to provide us with intelligence regarding things transpiring around Baghdad, which has resulted in the discovery of several missiles, numerous bad guys, and many caches of weapons.

He started to divulge additional information about the whereabouts of one of our most wanted individuals. I stopped him mid-stride to inquirer of his family's condition after last nights attack, realizing quickly that they had no place safe to live. I told him that the first priority was to find his family a place to live.

It was Good Luck Genie time for action. I needed to find this guy a place to live with his family somewhere in the green zone, which was not going to be an easy process. There are so many rules and restrictions about getting people into some of the vacated apartments in this area, but I was determined and I knew the spirit was going to lead the way.

With my interpreter in tow, the three of us jumped into my vehicle to follow the promptings of the spirit as I drove around the area. I won't bore you with all the details but we met the right people, we went the right places, we got lead and directed, and we found him a place. Unbelievably, miraculously, we found a nice apartment in a complex where Saddam's intelligence officers used to live. Everything came together just like I knew it would be.

It was another great moment.

Out here, Good night.

posted by Chief Wiggles 11:09 PM
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Friday, October 17, 2003

Let me first say that you guys are great!!

For those of you who are wondering the toy drive is alive and well, having had some minor set backs, but still up and running, as the packages continue to trickle in. I know that many of your have had packages returned, for which I truly apologize. Fortunately we are still receiving packages, I presume those that were already in the pipeline, having made it past the borders of the US. Yesterday was the first day that our numbers of packages was under 30.

The slowing down of the flow of toys saddens me, now almost drying up through the APO military system. But we will not be deterred and we will not give up, as we continue to "Share joys through toys" to the kids of the world. We are determined to make a difference one child at a time, bringing joy to children whose lives are full of sadness.

We are still planning our trip to the children's hospital on Sunday, originally scheduled for Wednesday but pushed back due to the schedules of the doctors. We are planning on taking toys to over 300 children there at the hospital, excited to see their faces as we surprise them with a new doll or a stuffed animal or a ball or truck.

Toys bring joys but more importantly they bring hope for a brighter day, hope for a different future, where we can all live in peace, free human beings.

We have received several emails from the media, NBC-MSNBC and others, about covering the hospital trip, glad to hear of their interest to cover positive stories of selfless acts made possible by the great people of America, Australia, England and other places, who are all willing to assist in making this possible.

Our alternative solution in just about in place, having received so many wonderful ideas, suggestions and actual solutions from many of your around the country. We are getting help all along the way in order to make the movement of these toys happen. I am truly amazed at the generosity of the people of the world who want to contribute in so many ways to insure the success of this program.

Fortunately a warehouse on the east coast has offered us their address and space so a consolidation of all of your packages can be done, as we fill our first 40-foot container of toys. As soon as the container is full it will leave the US, traveling on the water to its next stop in Kuwait where it will be hooked up to a semi and hauled here to Baghdad. We are anticipating this whole journey to take about 3 weeks.

Due to the transportation costs, ocean is the only viable option, but once they start flowing it will run like clockwork.

Good Morning Iraq. As usual my mind woke me up out of a sound sleep quite early this morning, considering the fact that I went to bed at around 2 am. I paused for a moment as I had one of those self-to-self discussions about whether or not I should get up or just fall back to sleep (yeah right fall back to sleep, you have got to be kidding. Unless I had some strong tranquilizer to knock me out, there is no way I was going back to sleep).

I asked myself a few quick questions regarding the essential tasks of the day ahead, thinking "come on can't I sleep in for once, just this time". But, a list of "to do's" or I should say "must do's" flashed across my head clearly making my decision for me, as I realized there were just too many really important things to get done today that required an early start.

I had a late meet (we call them "meets", our meetings with our sources) last night with a couple of civilian Iraqi pilots, who have been very helpful in locating hidden Iraqi aircraft around the country. They had invited a few of us over to the Rasheed Hotel for a late night dinning out pool side party, them bringing all the fixins for a dining extravaganza.

They had brought a famous Iraqi fish dish called "Musgoof", made from a fish caught in the Tigris River, cooked a special way and served up with a variety of vegetables, onions and such. It was really quite a treat, though hesitant at times to eat it, having seen the nature of the Tigris River and what flows into it.

It was quite a scene, definitely a Kodak moment, all of us gathered round the table snatching up the fish with our flat bread in hand, as we made pigs of ourselves. We were taught the real way to eat the fish without utensils just pinching off a piece of the sweet meat with our two fingers with bread folded in between.

I have grown very close to the two pilots, whom I have met on several occasions, now feeling close enough to engage them in the traditional Iraqi greeting ritual. This involves going cheek to cheek with them starting with the left, then the right, then back to the left cheek, while making a kissing sound each time, similar to what the Latino and other cultures do when they greet someone they know.

It was a little awkward at first hugging and kissing like that but when it Rome, you know how it goes. Now it has become common place and a true sign of the strong ties and relationships we are building with these people.

We had a great evening talking about the issues at hand, politics, the old regime, new possibilities, and a variety of other topics, worthy of several long discussions taking us well into the night.

Even though we are at the Rasheed hotel, well inside the green zone, gunfights could be heard all around us throughout the evening. It was a busy night for rapid weapons fire, surely not fired for weapons testing. A few loud explosions were heard, causing all of us to pause in our friendly discussion to wonder what might have happened.

I especially enjoyed the old love and war stories from the pilots as they discussed the details of their escapades of years gone by when they were young and foolish. There were stories of their travels throughout the world when they were young and single pilots, stories with Polish women who could really handle their liquor and fun filled trips to America.

I was surprised to hear one of the pilots tell us of his wife and child in America whom he hadn't seen for the past 20 years, due to the fact that under Saddam's reign he was prohibited from traveling internationally. He has since married again now with several children with his second wife.

It was such a normal get together one like many others I have had with friends and family members back home, laughing and interacting. It was a great evening.

Afterwards we stayed in the hotel for a few minutes as we decompressed listening to music from back home and no WhosyourBaghdaddy it wasn't Michael Bolton.

I stopped by the office before going to bed to find Chief Authentico up doing some email. I chose to sit with him for a while as we reviewed the events of a very busy day, taking this time to decompress further, after running around all day like some rancher trying to herd cattle that have just been spooked by a brush fire.

I went into the JOC to take care of some messages, only to find out that there was a long firefight going on in Karbala, not sure about the details nor the outcome. Firefights are not unusual but this one might be, can't say much more than that at this time.

There is so much about what I do and what is going on over here that I can't write about until things get declassified at some point in the future. I just have to be careful, there is just too much at stake, like our lives.

Part 2

Friday, October 17, 2003

Wow a break has just sprung up totally unexpected in the action of another crazy day, allowing me to add more to today's journal entry. I actually felt guilty for having a lull in the action for a few minutes. I have tons of reports to write but for now at this moment I am writing in my journal no matter what. So there (I am just practicing being more deliberate).

I couldn't believe my ears this morning as I heard the familiar sound of RAIN, hitting the roof of my trailer, not believing at first what it really was. I thought to myself that surely that must be something else, the falling of ripe dates from the overhanging branches, or the wind dropping sand pebbles. But, yes indeed in was rain, only for a few minutes but this is the first rain I have seen since March on the border of Iraq.

The office is strangely enough empty, at this moment, of all sources, interpreters and debriefers, except for Chief tennis guy, a newcomer to our team, and I, who are both just chilling out, writing our journals while listening to the better sounds of Seal, yes you heard it right Seal, not Michael Bolton Specialist Baghdaddy. Don't be mislead by an hour of Michael Bolton.

I do have serious music interests that stem from the era when real music was invented during the sixties by such legendary bands as the Doors, Cream, Jimmie Hendricks, Crosby Stills Nash and Young, James Taylor, Carole King, the Beatles, the YoungBloods, the Animals, Steppenwolf, and on and on. There is nothing like the singer/songwriter artists that were producing music during the sixties, when lyrics meant something and new sounds were being developed every day of the week.

You know I am just an old hippie at heart, part of the free spirited, independent thinking, love and peace seeking non-drug using hippies of that era, with the traditional long- straight-haired girlfriend, who used to grow beads for our necklaces. Yes, I had the frizzy afro-style hairdo of the day with the long lamb chop sideburns. It was the best of times to grow up in the great land of America, with all the diversity, creative thinking, and freedom to explore.

My past has all played a major role in molding me into the person I am today, having lived through the sixties, Vietnam, the first Gulf war, and now Operation Iraqi Freedom, with so many changes and experiences in between. My road of life has been tough, bumpy and full of highs and lows, complex and messy.

As long as I can continue to get crazy on the dance floor once in awhile, getting my grove on, to what ever sounds are out there, then I am one happy camper. Dancing, even alone, is one of the greatest releases I have found and I will dance it up anywhere and anytime I can, till age takes away the movement in my legs and my body can no longer shake when I want it to.

Lately with the magical developments happening all around me, I am now even more convinced of the divine nature of the mission I am involved in. I know for a fact that the spirit is guiding our hands, increasing our understanding; enlarging our scope and assisting in making so many good things come about. It is mysterious and miraculous to say the least. So many good things are happening. You can call it what you will but I know that the Lord's spirit is here with us, paving the path ahead, opening doors, creating opportunities, and bringing to pass his will the freedom of mankind.

This war, this cause isn't about weapons of mass destruction, or oil, or any other political agenda, it is about the Lord using the resources and might of the United States to bring about the freedom of a nation of people and perhaps to a region.

It is part of our heritage established in the constitution of the United States that the benefits of being free, enjoyed by all Americans, were set up by God, intended for all people. Bondage is not of God and it is not right that any man should be in bondage one man to another at any time in anyway. We have an obligation to insure, whenever possible, the freedom of all mankind from all forms of bondage, where the agency to choose is taken away from any person.

This week was especially unique and wonderful.

We had just been discussing with the pilots how prevalent corruption is in the Ministry of Education, with the contractors and subcontractors. The money has been made available, the plans are in place, the intentions are good, but something is just broken, the schools are not getting remodeled and fixed the way they should be. Somewhere along the way or all along the way, the money is going into people's pockets and not into fixing up the schools.

We were all expressing our disgust with the situation, hoping to make a difference in someway by putting a stop to the corruption. The pilots would like to use their engineering/construction company to make an example of one school, properly using the money the way it was intended. So we were asking ourselves the question of how were they going to break through this network of corruption to get a chance to do it right?

Our car was in the shop getting the radiator fixed so we were on foot for a couple of days. After our appointment with the pilots we decided to hit the road in hopes that while thumbing someone would pick us up. With thumbs out we started walking down the road.

The very first car, seeing our thumbs, pulled over to pick us up. After a few minutes of small talk and simple introductions we discovered they were both with the Ministry of Education. Now I can't tell you what was said or what transpired in the car but all I need to say is that the spirit witnessed what our course of action should be. The Lord's spirit was so strong that both my interpreter and I looked at each other; simultaneously stating we could feel its presence and knew what we had to do. Let's just say that I am now investigating corruption and bribery in the ministry, gathering information as fast as possible.

Sometimes things just get dropped into your lap, which unequivocally are a message from above directing your efforts to bring about the Lord's work.

On Monday one of our sources, with the help of the police, raided a counterfeiting operation here in Baghdad based on the intelligence we had gathered. The seemingly small outfit turned out to be a huge organization with large ramifications and international implications, which I can't go into.

It was such a great story that the Governing Council of Iraq ended up displaying all the bounty to show off to the news media, which I chose to remain in the background on, other than being there to witness the whole event. I was just so overjoyed to see that everything went down as they had planned it.

It is such a satisfying feeling to see the results of our labors bringing about a positive change for good, by taking out criminals running illegal operations. Yeah baby, there is one for the gipper.

We are gaining such momentum, with such synergy with our sources, all coming together in a very synchronized fashion as if it was all meant to be. It is just so amazing when all the pieces start to fit together as if they are all part of a well-made - fine tuned piece of equipment.

By the way, I took two boxes of toys over to our local hospital to be given out to outpatients. I also dropped in on Passion who was the young homesick guard I promised a box of toys. Having the toys gives me a reason to have a nice diversion from the non-stop depressing discussions of crime and violence that permeates our office.

A big welcome to our new team members, Surfer Dude, Tennis Guy, Skater, El and Sarcastico, who is still at home on leave. We are finally getting everyone up to speed, spinning them up to where we need them, self motivating, self directed, killer debriefers. They are not all there yet, but I am confident they will be soon, just now getting their feet wet, ok totally drenched, baptism by fire, the only way to fly.

It is great having the help.

I just heard from home regarding some very unfortunate turn of events involving my business, relating to the downturn of the economy, and the increase in competition, causing us to close our doors with a large sum of money owed in back payments. Life does go on and things continue to happen in my absence.

I know that things will work out one way or another, the Lord has control of my life and will take care of things for me. I don't know where it is going but I have faith that things will be ok. I know it is going to be tough for awhile as I have to work through things from such a long distance away.

posted by Chief Wiggles 11:08 PM
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Sunday, October 12, 2003

We won't give up on getting the toys here, so don't you either. I feel really bad for those of you who might get something returned, I am really sorry. I am determined to make this happen and it will. I can be very persistent, with a firm belief that where there is a will there is a way. I am going to make this happen, with all of your help. We are going to find a viable solution for all of you.

Today hit like a whirlwind and we never stopped till it was too late to know what had happened. Every day we light our hair on fire and run around all day just trying to keep pace with the demands for our services. Even now after the arrival of more bodies, we are just keeping up, the work just expanding exponentially.

We are right here where things happen, where the pavement meets the road, the place where news is made in many cases. We all feel so privileged to part of this effort right here, doing just what we are doing, everyday giving thanks that we are busily engaged in a good cause, making our little difference.

Along with doing our part in passing on actionable intel to SF teams, and pushing reports up the chain, we are also trying to help these people start businesses that create jobs for people doing good things, that just need to put food on their tables. We are passing out toys to kids, made possible by all of you, so that they can find some degree of happiness in this mixed up place. We are spreading joys with toys. We also help some of our sources find housing, get rewards for the stuff they turn in, help them fill openings here with the ministries and on and on. The opportunities are endless, so many ways to make a difference.

As you know not all the generals got released, the remaining six still there awaiting the word, which should be any day. You might recall my friend the air force pilot whom I had grown so close too and from whom I learned so much about life. Well he is still there but it is only a matter of a few days before I might be able to greet him as a free man, when he returns to his home here in Baghdad. I can't wait to meet him and his family, what a treat that is going to be.

I just feel bad that I can't tell you anything that went on today, all classified you know. Just take my word that this is some really cool stuff.

One of our sources brought us over some great food for us to partake of, out of thankfulness for the sacrifice we are all making being here away from our families.

Our office is finally closed for the day, quieted by the departure of everyone except baghdaddy, who is asleep in the chair, and myself, with the gentle sounds of Michael Bolton playing in the background. I continue to look for ways to make more of an impact on the slow moving train of change, sometimes hardly making any forward movement.

Well I thank you all. Grateful for all you have been doing and the great response we have received on the toy drive. It is going to happen.

posted by Chief Wiggles 11:07 PM
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Friday, October 10, 2003 Part 2

Great news!!

Guess what happened today? It has finally happened!! The generals have been released. I can't believe it, it is such a good feeling to hear that they were released. After countless hours spent over the past 5 months and the involvement of numerous high-ranking officers, including 5 different US generals, and the prayers and efforts of all of you, eleven of the generals were released to return to their homes and the rest are due to be released in the next few days. This is a great day, one I knew would happen eventually, but I had no idea it would take this long.

They have been incarcerated since the end of March, now six and a half months, living in the worst possible place in all of Iraq and I should know because I lived there myself for 3 of those months.

I can't believe it actually happened, after all this time and effort. I am so happy for all of them now reunited with their families and loved ones. I can just imagine the reunions that are going on right now. I am so jazzed about this. Somebody stop me from screaming, I just can't contain myself. Yeah baby!!!!!!!!!!!!!

They are not coming up here to me yet, but I am sure they will in the next week or so, in that I have back pay for quite a few of them, which amounts to several hundred dollars. I have also worked out for most of them to be hired as contractors or consultants with the people building the new Iraqi military.

Being incarcerated might turn out to be the best possible thing to have happened to some of them, even though it was perhaps the most difficult thing too. As I stated before no man knows what is good or bad, in that none of us know the future. What today might be viewed as a terrible thing might actually turn out to be the best thing as we look at the chain of events that make up our lives.

For the most part, we don't spend enough time analyzing the chain of events that has lead us to where we are in life or what the cumulative affect of all of our life's experiences are. We are the sum total of all of our experiences, good and bad, all part of the chiseling process of the master's hand, as we are sculptured into our present being.

I for one enjoy the refining process, grateful for the hands of the master sculpture as I am chiseled on day by day in this perfection process.

As we go through the daily flow of sources, good and bad, we begin to sift through them, to discover those of real value, which will actually bring about the greatest results. There are many sources which we burn through sending them on their way to find other means of employment.

There are those chosen few who actually do have real valuable intel, which can be acted upon, by one of our SF teams. In the last few days, we have been fortunate enough to have a few of those. Once in a while we hear back from the teams about the outcome of a raid, or an attack on some bad guys, like we heard today. I can't tell you what a great feeling it is to hear that everything was there just as the source said it was and that things went down just as expected.

That is such a buzz, such a great high to have actually taken part in the doing of great things. We are working on some really big things right now, which would have a huge impact on things over here if they work out. I can't say yet but I will let you know.

Today alone I had a 3 hours debrief on some very vital and critical information that could have a large impact on many people's lives. This is so cool, and so real.

The rest of our new team members arrived yesterday and today, bringing our numbers up to 8, that leaves one left who will be with us tomorrow. We are so grateful for the arrival of these boys, who have come to our rescue, hoping to relieve some of the pressure we have been under. So far though our workload has multiplied to the extent of which are forces have been added.

Great things are happening, time will prove this out.

Spreading joys for toys.

Friday, October 10, 2003 Part 1

My mind in all it's eagerness to get on with the day, woke me rather early this morning, already well into the issues at hand needing a solution. There are so many items of business to deal with that at times I wonder how they are all going to get done. Some more pressing than others but all very important to others around me. In all of my eagerness to make a difference I have taken on perhaps more projects that I should have, not uncommon for me to have way too many projects at any one time.

Waking earlier than desired, I felt an urge to purge some of my stress by going for a good long run. It was a perfect morning for a run; now with much lower temperatures, a cool breeze blowing through the trees, and a cloudless clear blue sky. As I took in a breath of fresh air, I was totally invigorated, feeling a resurge of energy to help me cope with the challenges of the day.

As I ran I felt the release of the stress that had been bothering my upper chest and my mind cleared from all the worries of the day. I was able to enjoy the sounds of birds in the swaying trees as I ran by and the warmth of the rays of the morning sun. It was a new day, the start of many more unpredictable magical things.

I ran my normal 3 miles, appreciative of the fact that my health still allows me such physical exertion and the enjoyment of a good sweat. I ran by the hospital reminded of the young guard who I had promised a box of toys, the doctor who was supposed to get back to me on the epileptic boy's medication, and the surgeons who want to go with me to the 300 bed children's hospital to pass out toys.

I was saddened yesterday with the news that the Army APO mail system had decided to clamp down, enforcing their policy of not allowing goods to be shipped that are intended to be given to another individual and to insure that the troops don't get any unwanted packages from unknown individuals. I do understand their position but disappointed with their decision to enforce it. I would like to personally apologize for the inconvenience this is definitely going to cause those of you who already have shipped your packages. I have asked the postal service to allow those packages already shipped to pass through the system, hoping they won't be returned to you.

We are busy trying to come up with an alternative solution, with many good ideas, surely one of which will be acceptable to all of you desiring to spread joy with your toys. We have a great start, now having received more than 400 packages, with many more on their way. I have faith that there is a viable solution to our temporary dilemma, keeping the momentum growing and the desire to share alive.

Yesterday was a great day, as our group of volunteers met up with about 100 young girls out on a field trip away from their orphanage they call home. They were all playing in the garden and tennis court areas of the Babylon Hotel, when we pulled up with Chief Wiggles Toy Bus, full of items carefully selected for this group.

The young girls were so excited as they saw us walking carrying boxes of toys, school supplies and plenty of stuffed animals. You could see the sparkle in their eyes and their grins of anticipation, as each of them greeted our band of Good Luck Genies with a confident “hello, what is our name.”

The girls, from 6 to 18 years of age, eager to include us in their games and festivities, grabbed hold of our hands to play their version of ring-around-the-rosy. They sang songs, chanted, clapped their hands, but most of all they laughed. It was a full-hearted laugh, indicating, at least for that moment, they were completely happy.

As we opened the boxes to begin handing out the toys, the orderly lines we had attempted to form disintegrated causing things to get a little out of hand, especially with the adult workers and employees of the school and hotel. The adults, all hoping to get something for their own little children, pressed in and continued their polite requests despite our efforts to ignore them. In the end we were able to insure that the toys got into the hands of the little girls from the orphanage.

After spending a couple of hours with the girls we made our way back into the security of our green zone, knowing that we had done a good thing, all of us full of the joy that comes from serving someone else. It was exactly what we had anticipated when I made the initial request for more toys, a chance to bring happiness to the children of this nation, one child at a time. Spreading joy through toys.

Thanks to all of you who have helped make this happen.

posted by Chief Wiggles 11:07 PM
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Sunday, October 05, 2003
I worked late last night, as usual, trying to deal with all the projects that I have started, not being able to, nor do I want to, forego on anyone of them. I woke several times during the night with my mind spinning around, going over and over several issues, waking up with my brain fully engaged on the schedule of the day. At times, I feel like a fishing pole struck by a large whale that is running the line out, so I wake up every morning with my line racing uncontrollably. I am sure you can imagine the sound of that.

This is quite a ride I am on, one I never would have missed for anything. You cannot imagine all the magical and wonderful things happening here. On a daily basis, I am just in amazement of all the things that are transpiring, both the good and the bad. I will try to put words to the details of the events going on.

Yesterday, I was able to take one of my source’s little boy to our military hospital to be evaluated by a neurosurgeon. The little boy is suffering from seizures, perhaps epilepsy, at least according to the Iraqi doctors. The little boy’s condition has been worsening over the last few days, forcing us to take action to provide some type of care or prognosis of his condition.

I had met with the doctors a few days earlier to arrange for this appointment. The doctors were more than willing to help out due to the nature of the circumstance. I was so pleased with their attitudes, so gracious and eager to be of assistance. The doctor actually spent over 2 hours evaluating the little boy’s condition, even taking a CAT Scan and everything. They are somewhat limited by the lack of certain equipment, but the doctors prognosis was favorable, indicating that it didn’t appear to be epilepsy.

While I was waiting for the doctor to complete his evaluation, I walked outside to get some fresh air. I walked by the young female guard at the front of the hospital, offering up the customary greetings of “How are you?” her response caught my attention, compelling me to turn around and sit down next to her. After further inquiry about her condition she broke down and started to cry, expressing how home sick she was.

In an effort to cheer her up, I told her I would bring a box of toys over for her to pass out to the little kids that come to the hospital. Her eyes sparkled and she smiled upon hearing my offer to bring a little joy to others, doing so might help get her mind off of her own separation from loved ones.

There are so many opportunities to reach out to those around us, helping them in time of need. If we are paying attention to our surroundings many opportunities to brighten another’s day will come our way, to bring a little sunshine into what might be otherwise full of gloom and despair. Sometimes it is just a matter of being sensitive to the signals of someone in need whose path we might pass in the course of our busy life.

On Thursday, one of the local orphanages with about 85 kids, is having a field day over at a hotel not far from here, so we are planning on loading up the Chief Wiggles Toy bus, we have a bus now – a 20 passenger bus no less, to do a toy drop as the good luck genies. We are also putting a trip together with the doctors of our hospital to do a toy drop over at the local children’s hospital which has over 300 beds. We will continue to plan for these events as we attempt to put the toys everyone has sent into the hands of needy kids.

I am trying to come up with a name for Chief Wiggle’s Toy Bus and for a slogan and design to go on our t-shirts that we wear while we do these toy drops. I would like to hear your suggestions. We could even make these t-shirts available on our web site for any of you who would like to buy one. I will have Scott my site manager put the design on the site that we have come up with.

It is now 10 pm Sunday night. I have collapsed back into my office chair, totally exhausted from the hectic day’s activities. Sometimes at the end of the day, Chief Authentico and I just take a moment to sit back and laugh about the crazy-zany, mixed up things that happen to us on a daily basis.

I am sure if we didn’t just make fun of things we would go totally out of our minds. Sometimes just a glance at each other will cause us to burst out laughing, words at times just not necessary to convey the mutual feelings we are experiencing about the strangeness of the daily events.

I can’t even begin to explain some of the things that happen, due to the sensitive nature of the subject matter and for the fear that many of you might misunderstand or take offense. Let me just say that there are times when we feel like we are on a different planet, totally dealing with a different realm of circumstances and situations.

At any given time we are pursuing leads tha, if proven to be true, would solve any and all the problems that exist over here; from the whereabouts of Saddam, to the location of weapons of mass-destruction, to stashes of gold, to locations of Fedeyeen, of Whahabees, of Ba’ath Party members, of Mujuhadeen, of ex- intelligence officers still pro-Saddam, of Al Quieda members, and so on and so forth.

This land has become a gathering place for anyone who, through hatred, has a desire to kill or harm the infidel Americans. If you take all of those groups with all that hatred and mix it up with all the traditions, the culture, the beliefs, and the religions of this region, you can start to imagine what kind of pot of soup we are dealing with. I say this with a sincere love for these people too, but on any given day we run into the full gamut of people, their stories, their expectations and motives, their excuses and solutions.

This evening alone we met with one individual who is campaigning to be the next president of Iraq, tribal sheikhs from 5 different family groups, 2 metaphysical spiritual leaders, a Kurdish lawyer and an Engineer/Lieutenant Colonel from the old regime. You could not have interviewed a more different group of people, with all of their idiosyncrasies, their cultural traditions and religious beliefs, and rituals, superstitions, and fears. Fortunately, we didn’t have them all in the same room at the same time.

It is like a breath of fresh air when we meet someone who really cares about his people for the right reasons, with pure intent, with no hidden agenda or ulterior motive, without greed or self-consumed desire to gain personally from everything that is said or done. There are those who, for whatever reasons, have remained uncontaminated by the evils perpetuated by the leader of this country.

Fortunately, it is the time spent with those people and their families that recharges our desire to go forth, continuing to care and be concerned about what happens to this land and its people.

One man brought his family over this week, inside the green zone, desiring for all of us to have dinner together. All I had to do was meet his kids and I knew at that moment what I was working so hard for, what we were all fighting and dieing for. What a great family, with 4 kids, from 16 to 8 years old, well groomed, so polite, and so loving.

Meeting such a family such helps me realign my perspective about my surroundings, aside from all the bad stuff that I normally hear on a daily basis. I am so glad that I was able to go with gifts of toys from all of you, making a huge difference in the long-term big scheme of things.

Time to crash. Good night.


posted by Chief Wiggles 11:06 PM
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