Random thoughts and story:
So I've been waiting for approval from the Department of Homeland Security to become and Alternate Responsible Officer (ARO) for BYU's J-1 Exchange Visitor Program. Basically all that jargon means my boss thinks I'm good enough to get a title and high-end securities. I feel so privileged and very trusted. My application went in almost 3 weeks ago and every day when I walk into the office, my boss tells me he hasn't heard anything. The first week, that was normal. You know how long government applications can take. But every day after that, he started to joke about my dirty secrets that DHS must be discovering, about my black ops in Spain, and all the seedy things they must be uncovering from my past. Today, he approached me with a very solemn face and said, "Katie, I really need you to tell me what's happened. I just got an email from the Department of Homeland Security....." [pause for dramatic effect and an opportunity for me to get squirmish] "....and you've been approved!" *huge sigh of relief* We all laughed and had a good time. My boss felt pretty cool that he'd had me going.
The truth is -- I didn't feel guilty at all. Thinking about it later, it's a huge blessing that I have nothing to be afraid of if the FBI suddenly decides I'm a suspect or something. I've watched enough crime shows to recognize that moment when the guilty party sees they're caught. My boss was shooting for that moment, but I came out clean. It was a great feeling! I live my life in such a way that I never have to think up a phony alibi, run from the law, or be afraid that people will find out the truth. I live in truth. And I love it.
So I've been waiting for approval from the Department of Homeland Security to become and Alternate Responsible Officer (ARO) for BYU's J-1 Exchange Visitor Program. Basically all that jargon means my boss thinks I'm good enough to get a title and high-end securities. I feel so privileged and very trusted. My application went in almost 3 weeks ago and every day when I walk into the office, my boss tells me he hasn't heard anything. The first week, that was normal. You know how long government applications can take. But every day after that, he started to joke about my dirty secrets that DHS must be discovering, about my black ops in Spain, and all the seedy things they must be uncovering from my past. Today, he approached me with a very solemn face and said, "Katie, I really need you to tell me what's happened. I just got an email from the Department of Homeland Security....." [pause for dramatic effect and an opportunity for me to get squirmish] "....and you've been approved!" *huge sigh of relief* We all laughed and had a good time. My boss felt pretty cool that he'd had me going.
The truth is -- I didn't feel guilty at all. Thinking about it later, it's a huge blessing that I have nothing to be afraid of if the FBI suddenly decides I'm a suspect or something. I've watched enough crime shows to recognize that moment when the guilty party sees they're caught. My boss was shooting for that moment, but I came out clean. It was a great feeling! I live my life in such a way that I never have to think up a phony alibi, run from the law, or be afraid that people will find out the truth. I live in truth. And I love it.
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