Looking Back—3 Ways My Internship in Iraq Changed Me for the Better
May 17, 2012 by matt · Leave a Comment
As I write this, our 2012 interns are in the air and headed toward Iraq! So it only seemed appropriate to share a few lessons-learned by former intern Lauren Sawyer. Lauren wrote out 3 of the most beneficial things she took away from her time here in Iraq, and we’re hoping this year’s interns will also benefit personally as they help us save lives.
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It’s been two full years since I boarded the first of three planes that would take me to Iraq.
Yet I still remember what I was talking about when I first landed in the desert country. Another intern, Lydia, and I were trying to rewrite the words to “Party in the U.S.A.” to fit our situation. By the end of the summer the song became “Party with the P.U.K.,” for a political group in northern Iraq. (Sophisticated conversation? Not so much.)
I have so many memories of that summer in Iraq: the places I ate, the taxi rides, the late-night chats on the roof of our house. But more than that, I have a series of life-changing realizations. Iraq changed me: it changed my perspective, it changed my behavior. Here are a few ways:
(1) People are just people wherever you go.
While in Iraq, a fellow intern Claire and I used to hum Regina Spektor’s song “The Ghost of Corporate Future” with the lyrics: “People are just people; they shouldn’t make you nervous.” I’m convinced we got that song stuck in our heads as often as we did because of that first line: “People are just people.” We found ourselves saying those words all the time, whenever we met another Iraqi we had something in common with.
The similarities between me, a young American girl, and the Iraqis I met were most clear in the English class Claire taught. I noticed how our Iraqi students watched the same TV shows as us (Vian loved “Grey’s Anatomy”) and had similar views on marriage, even, and education.
But more than that, I met people who were fundamentally like all people I knew in the States. I met fathers who loved their children, who would do anything to keep them healthy. I met children who loved games and were happy always—even when they were on their way to surgery.
Now that I’m back in the U.S., I still have opportunities to remind myself of this truth, that people are just people. I’ve spent the past two summers working for a nonprofit that advocates for people with disabilities. I’ve learned there, too, that people are just people— whether they are blind or have Down Syndrome. People are just people.
(2) We cannot accurately critique people without having truly experienced their culture.
Last semester I was sitting in my freshman-level philosophy course—as a senior—counting how many times the blonde freshman-but-sophomore-by-credits said something rude and untrue about Muslims. In that same class I heard my professor and other students make claims about how Iraq is “Worse off now that the U.S. troops are leaving”—as if these silly Midwest American civilians knew anything about life in Iraq.
My roommate and my boyfriend both told me to just say something and I did, once, without much effect. Changing someone’s mind about a culture isn’t easy.
Living in Iraq for two months taught me that you cannot critique or judge a culture without having experienced their culture like an insider. Visiting Italy for a few weeks is not the same as living like an Italian, speaking the language, shopping where they shop, eating their food, learning about their politics, their history. My two-month stint in Iraq taught me that I didn’t know enough about Iraq to critique it.
I need to keep asking questions. As soon as I stop asking questions and think I have it figured out, I’ll inevitably hurt someone or lead others to believe a lie. So when people like that freshman-but-sophomore-by-credits girl say something I know is untrue to my experience in Iraq, I need to do more than just correct them. I need to show them how to ask questions, to hunger for understanding, and to have an imagination, which leads me to my last point…
(3) We are called to be people of imagination.
I heard about the Preemptive Love Coalition when I had lost all faith in my future. I was 19 years old, and I thought that just because my life wasn’t heading in the direction I thought it should, it was over. But after reading PLC’s mission statement and then talking to Jeremy and Cody about their vision for Iraq’s future, my faith was restored. I recognized even before I boarded those planes that those working for PLC were people of imagination, and I wanted to be a part of it.
I’m convinced that you can’t do anything big and life-changing without having imagination. I doubt PLC would have ever existed without Jeremy and friends imagining a life without heart defects, without thousands of kids in line for surgery.
Before I worked for PLC that summer, I let myself live small stories that took little imagination. I expected my life to be like everyone else’s, without real risk, without adventure. But PLC showed me how to have an imagination, to dream up a better world for others and for myself.
Now, as I’m graduate-school bound (“real world” bound, as I say), I know that imagination will save me from living a self-centered life. Imagination will turn me into a person like the PLC staff and the doctors and the business people I met in Iraq, dedicated to changing the world—and able to.
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You can read more musings by Lauren on her blog. Come back next week and we’ll introduce you to our new summer interns—can’t wait!
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As PLC's Press Secretary, Matt Willingham writes, reads, edits, tweets, updates, and works with a camera so as to connect hearts and minds to Iraqi children in need. On the side, he likes reading stories, devouring the great food his wife cooks up and exploring DSLR work. He's also mildly obsessed with Twitter: @mehtin. |
Why Heart Surgeons Are Like Rock Stars
August 22, 2011 by Lydia · 1 Comment

I’m in an Iraqi hospital room, surrounded by five conservative, Muslim women, discussing Michael Jackson. Wait–what?
During our last Remedy Mission in southern Iraq I became curious about what these families think when they see me. When they meet a young, white, American girl do they take me for who I am, or do stereotypes and reality TV characters precede me? What kind of reputational baggage have American media, troops or aid workers left in Iraq that I don’t even know I’m up against?
Needing to get to the bottom of this, I grabbed a translator and headed to the hospital ward to ask these mothers, “Who or what represents ‘America’ to you?”
The first few answers were easy– “democracy”, “freedom”, “independence.” But these were not the answers I was looking for. I wanted to hone in on who was the singular “face” of America. So we started asking just that, “Which single person represents the United States to you?”
The most popular answer? Michael Jackson. I couldn’t help laughing out loud. Really? Michael Jackson? I was expecting Lady Gaga, Brad Pitt or perhaps Katy Perry (or President Obama, at the very least). But MJ? And I got this answer from not one but several Iraqi families. Pretty interesting, right?
But the resounding response I also kept hearing was….Dr. Novick! Our very own, world-renowned, rockstar heart surgeon from Memphis is revolutionizing the way Iraqis see Americans.
Many of the women agreed that this ICHF team had completely exceeded their expectations on the kindness of the West. I guess saving their child’s life leaves a stronger impression than “American Idol.”
Dr. Novick–Michael Jackson’s got nothing on you!
| Lydia Bullock wrote and photographed for us during the 2010 summer internship and then again for 7 months in 2011. She documented surgical missions in northern and southern Iraq. See more of her excellent work on our Flickr stream, or follow her on Twitter: @lydiabullock. |
3 Tips To Help You Beat The Iraqi Heat
August 15, 2011 by Adam · 1 Comment

Iraq is hot.
This isn’t Texas-hot or even Mexico-hot. This is a mouth-so-dry-you-can-barely-talk kind of hot. I’ve never craved water as much as I do here.
It’s completely normal for temperatures to stay up around 115 degrees Fahrenheit in the summer, so how do you beat the heat? Well, until Bear Grylls decides to brave this desert, here are a few tips from yours truly on how you can beat the Iraqi sun:
1. The locals have an efficient method for staying cool and they’ve been doing it for centuries–they stay inside!
As my Kurdish friend told me, when it gets hot enough to fry an egg on the street and there isn’t a pressing need to go anywhere, stay indoors and wait for the sun to go away.
2. But, as much as you’d like to hide inside, sometimes that just isn’t possible. Cabin fever sets in, and, once the walls start closing in, you’ll risk the eyeball-melting heat for a little air. So what do you do?
Scout out any and every bit of shade to walk under. This may mean moving to the other side of the street and under the shadow of buildings or considering a new route through the shady (in both senses of that word) alleys or underground passages through the bazaar to reach your destination.
3. In some places, you beat the heat by drinking something cold, like iced tea. Here, the idea of icing a tea or coffee is absurd. Iraqis continue to drink boiling hot tea–even when the weather is the same temperature as the drink.
However, they do have smoothie stands on almost every busy street corner. Here you can drink freshly blended cantaloupe, kiwi, carrot or orange juice. It’s pure fruit, it’s cold and it’s usually less than 25 cents a cup!
So there you have–3 ways to stay cool and beat the Iraqi heat! Hope that helps!
| Adam is spending his summer using words and writing to connect hearts and minds to children with CHD. That means poring over newsletters, blog posts, and photo captions to make sure these children are heard and that they get their shot at surgery. When not buried in metaphor, Adam enjoys playing the violin, hiking, and photography. He's also on Twitter @adamhallbrandt. |
Our Animated Manifesto
August 5, 2011 by Ted · 1 Comment
Allow me to introduce PLC’s newest video!
If you’re unfamiliar with our work, we consider this our manifesto. Everything we do boils down to this belief: reconciliation happens through healing.
With your help, that which has been destroyed and ‘unmade’ can be rebuilt. It can be healed.
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For all you video connoisseurs, what did you think? Give us some feedback in the comments section below, or connect with us on Vimeo.
| Ted is making the magic happen as PLC's videography intern this summer ('11). He'll be the first to tell you: he shoots and edits to the glory of GOD and the benefit of Iraqi kids. When he isn't panning his camera, well... just go here to read just a few of Ted's lovable idiosyncrasies. He's also an avid Tweeter: @tedvid. |
The Most Disappointing Thing About My 10 Weeks In Iraq
August 1, 2011 by Adam · 2 Comments
Remember Jenga? That crazy game where you pull blocks out of the wooden tower, hoping it doesn’t tumble over? Making plans often feels like a game of Jenga. You build a tower of ideas piece-by-piece, then life pulls at pieces of your plan, and sometimes our tower of plans comes crumbling down…
About a month ago, we received some disappointing news, and the PLC staff had to make a difficult decision. The Remedy Mission we all hoped to experience in our city, Sulaymaniyah (aka, “Suly”), was canceled. For many of the interns, this Remedy Mission was the biggest reason we fought so hard to get the PLC internship. From the start of our internship process, we wanted to meet the families and kids who would be on the receiving end of lifesaving surgeries. Some of the intern’s assigned work even revolved around there being a Remedy Mission VI.
To make a complicated situation simple, the hospital and a local nonprofit partner didn’t prepare enough for the impending surgical mission. The hospital wasn’t as equipped to handle these complex surgeries as it should have been and funding was withheld. Surgical missions always have some risk involved, but PLC won’t dive into a Remedy Mission with unnecessary risks that could cost children their lives.
PLC could have provided more funds to make the surgical mission in Suly happen and just hoped the hospital’s current equipment was sufficient, but this is about long term solutions over short term gain. The problem could have been temporarily fixed with a handout, but we would much rather empower local organizations and hospitals to take ownership and responsibility for their community–for saving the lives of their children.
We don’t ram solutions down people’s throats. We’re here to aid local desires and local initiatives. So when local preparations fall or local enthusiasm wanes, we don’t force it. Part of creating long term solutions lies in ensuring that this is something local doctors, government officials and parents of sick babies really want–without our patronage.
Thankfully, PLC was still able to host a Remedy Mission, but it was relocated to a better-prepared, southern Iraqi hospital–a place most interns were unable to go.
When the rug is pulled out from under us, we can’t help but feel disappointment. However, we must come to the realization that GOD will reconcile our plans. Even when our Jenga tower crumbles to the floor, GOD is still in control.
Now Remedy VI is finished in southern Iraq, and we can praise GOD for each of the 18 kids who received a successful heart surgery and for zero fatalities!
The internship is now over and–Remedy Mission or not–each of us experienced so many valuable events and lessons. Our plans never really work out quite how we anticipate, but we’ve seen that GOD is trustworthy and will work everything out for the best.

| Adam is spending his summer using words and writing to connect hearts and minds to children with CHD. That means poring over newsletters, blog posts, and photo captions to make sure these children are heard and that they get their shot at surgery. When not buried in metaphor, Adam enjoys playing the violin, hiking, and photography. He's also on Twitter @adamhallbrandt. |
3 Things I Could Have Only Learned From The Kurds
July 24, 2011 by Ryan · Leave a Comment

1: Dressing up isn’t only about looking good
For the most part, in America, men don’t dress up to impress their platonic male friends in social settings. When going out somewhere, whether it’s a sporting event, coffee shop, fast food joint or just hanging out somewhere, men typically don’t dress to impress their male friends. We just don’t. If I showed up to have lunch with a friend wearing slacks, dress shoes and a button down shirt, he’d almost be sure to ask where I was coming from or where I was going, that required such attire.
Would you press your shirt and throw on a tie for an all-guys backyard barbecue? Would you shine your shoes and put on slacks to go watch a ball game at a friends house?
Let’s be honest. The answer is no, you wouldn’t.
But the Kurds do. Every weekend in the bazaar, at tea shops or just walking in the street I see Kurdish men wearing slacks, button-down shirts and the shiniest shoes I’ve ever seen in the dustiest place I’ve ever been. Here in Sulaymaniyah, dressing up is not all about looking good. It’s an expression of respect to the people around you as well as to the friend you are meeting for tea. Dressing up isn’t about demonstrating how dapper you can look. It’s about wordlessly saying, “The time I spend with you is a special occasion, and that is worth dressing up for.”
2: Hospitality isn’t just refilling the bowl of potato chips
I always try to be a good host when people come over. I’ve got the basics down – offer them food, offer them drinks, “is there anything I can get you?” – you know, the usual. But since coming to Kurdistan, I’m realizing that hospitality isn’t just refilling the bowl of potato chips; my hospitality should not be confined to guests at my house.
While being here, so many Kurds have gone to great lengths to show me hospitality: from physically leading me to my destination when I’m lost (despite it being in the opposite direction of their destination) to spending entire afternoons with me drinking tea, playing backgammon, teaching me Kurdish and talking about life. When was the last time you spent an afternoon with a stranger, let alone an acquaintence, just to show them a good time?
3: We all yearn for reconciliation
I entered Kurdistan harboring misunderstandings. Besides some brief reading of Kurdish’s history, most of my opinions of Kurdistan were shaped by mainstream media and ignorance. Let me tell you, that was a mistake. My Kurdish friends laughed as I explained the common perceptions of Iraq and Muslims in general, and grimaced soberly as they explained that Osama Bin Laden wasn’t a real Muslim because of the way he perverted, corrupted and twisted the teachings of Islam for violence and hatred.
My Kurdish friends laughed as I told them that not all Americans are like the people on Jersey Shore and that our nation isn’t entirely filled with debaucherous hedonists. They nodded disapprovingly as I spoke about the Westboro Baptist Church and their hateful and irreverent propaganda, and nodded in agreement as I said that we reject them as true representations of Christian theology and culture.
Many things became clear through these conversations, but the most profound epiphany I experienced was that we all yearn for reconciliation. We spoke about TV and culture, but what we were doing was reaching for common ground, understanding, and reconciliation. In discussing our differences and our misunderstandings, we found a common desire for peace between our cultures.
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Ryan Rosenberry is spending his summer as a PLC intern (’11) compiling Remedy reports and researching CHD and prenatal care. When not citing sources, this pre-med California native can be found playing the guitar (or piano), partaking in a game of Ultimate Frisbee, or doodling his favorite animal: the pink sea slug. |
Rethinking Patriotism: How My Time in Iraq Destroyed My Black & White Answers
July 21, 2011 by benjamin · 1 Comment

I’m proud to be an American.
I’m proud of my country: its government, its ideals its military–especially its military.
I grew up with a love for the armed forces. I loved G.I. Joe, watching F-16 fighter jets take off from an air force base near my home and reading Black Hawk Down while my classmates were into Harry Potter. It’s difficult to say whether that was just a boyish fascination or a deeper sense of patriotism and national pride.
As I got older and more capable of understanding something abstract as patriotism, I didn’t lose my affinity for our nation’s armed forces. The boyish fascination transformed to the idealistic support for and devotion to our government and military. As a self-described patriotic American, it became easy to justify the costs of our ongoing War on Terror from the safety of my Ohio high school, and, later, university.
But as I found out early on in my time in Iraq with PLC, it’s much more difficult to view every inhabitant of this ancient land as potential terrorists when each man you meet is nicer than the last. It’s much more difficult to think you understand a culture when it continually defies your expectations. And it’s much more difficult to justify the costs of war while sitting face to face with a young boy with a deadly heart defect which- if not directly related to chemical weapons used during Desert Storm or the Iraq War – cannot get surgery as a result of years of infrastructure damage and nationwide sanctions.
Don’t expect me to say I’ve abandoned my love for America or my support for our military. My blood still boils when someone questions the motives of our military or insists our leaders use lies to justify their foreign policy. But I would say the time I’ve spent here in Iraq has completely destroyed any sense of a black-and-white answer to patriotism. My time living shoulder-to-shoulder with Kurds and Arabs has probably left me with more questions than answers.
But that’s a good thing.
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Ben Chasnov, a graphic design major at Cedarville University, is spending his summer working on PLC’s editorial layouts. When not busy kerning or using the Bezier Curve, Ben spends his time in Iraq teaching English, playing backgammon and being mistaken for being either Arabic or Kurdish. You can follow him on Twitter at @bchasnov. |
Never Have I Ever Spent An Entire Afternoon At A Tea Shop… Until I Came To Iraq
July 17, 2011 by Adam · 1 Comment
Kurdish men spend a lot of time drinking tea, playing games, and socializing at tea shops. A Kurdish tea shop is completely different from how I imagined a tea shop, since I only had Starbucks and Teavanna to compare it to.
Please allow me to describe my first experience at a legitimate Iraqi tea shop buried in the center of the bazaar.
A returning 2010 intern, Alex, likes to call this tea shop “the catacombs.” So when he proposed the idea of revisiting his favorite place in Sulaymaniyah, another PLC intern and I were excited to visit this mysterious, catacomb-like teashop.
Alex led us through the winding streets of the bustling bazaar, when out of nowhere he dove into the small entrance of “the catacombs.” We walked through the narrow seating area and tea stand and then the room opened up to a huge floor filled with a mess of tables crowded with men.

The sights and sounds of the catacomb tea shop were awesome! The noise of dominoes slamming against tabletops, dice rolling across wooden boards and men’s laughter and conversation filled the room. The walls were lined in dirty, beige brick. These brick walls held pictures of Iraqi politicians and famous figures that seemed to transcend their canvas and stare creepily at you no matter where you moved.
The tea shop is a place where they can invite total strangers or friends to play games and drink cha (the Kurdish word for tea). The workers went around delivering tea, handing out games or repositioning cheap plastic chairs and metal tables to accommodate more Kurds. Every so often the old owner of the shop would come by to sweep up the endless amounts of cigarette butts scattered across the floor.
We found a small spot near the AC, and immediately our white skin and American-ness attracted eyes of friendly patrons eager to practice their English and help us out in our attempts to play backgammon. Anytime I play backgammon, a Kurd either playing or just watching, would move my pieces for me if I wasn’t quick enough to move them myself.
That day I spent over three hours in the tea shop losing almost every game I played, drinking tea and laughing with new friends. In Iraq, it’s normal to sit down and help strangers or foreigners with anything, even something as simple or insignificant as a board game.
And this friendliness isn’t just occasional. It’s a quality they practice daily. The Iraqi people really understand the value and importance of relationships. The culture here is saturated with qualities of hospitality and friendliness to strangers and friends, and I’ve recognized this level of love and friendliness as something I hope to adapt in my own life.

| Adam is spending his summer using words and writing to connect hearts and minds to children with CHD. That means poring over newsletters, blog posts, and photo captions to make sure these children are heard and that they get their shot at surgery. When not buried in metaphor, Adam enjoys playing the violin, hiking, and photography. He's also on Twitter @adamhallbrandt. |
How I Went From Included To Invested In Waging Peace In Iraq | An Intern’s Perspective
July 11, 2011 by Anton · Comments Off

The definition of the word include is to place in an aggregate, class, or category. Being included is easy. I can be included in a conversation by merely being present at the right time or place. I can be included on an email chain even if I have no desire to be. I can be included in a church body or an organization without so much as lifting a finger.
The definition of the word invest is to use, give, or devote (time, talent, etc.), as for a purpose or to achieve something.
The main difference between involve and invest is the outcome of the action. Many times I have been involved in a conversation and have never invested my opinions, thoughts, or attention to reaching any outcome, let alone a positive one.
Many people talk about peace in the Middle East as if it is just going to happen. I, myself, was a member of that group. I talked about it, but said nothing of how or in what way I could make a difference. We do this because it feels good to be included. People everywhere include themselves in one people group or cause in order to gain identity. But real identity grows out of investment. And investment grows out of involvement.
My personal investment in the promotion of peace in the Middle East grew out of my involvement with the Preemptive Love Coalition. I first became interested when I met Cody Fisher, and he told me about his passion for the Iraqi and Kurdish people and the work Preemptive Love does to promote peace between communities at odds.
My involvement grew as I learned more about them and heard of their summer internship program. It slowly turned into investment over the course of the next year beginning when I liked their Facebook page. It grew when I would occasionally repost something that they put up and tell my friends about this awesome non-profit. This investment was nurtured through prayer for peace, and began to blossom when I applied to the internship program.

Now I am even more invested in promoting peace and spreading love (through graphic design) to a people who have suffered brokenness and hate for generations. It is through this I am beginning to see my true identity. I see where I fit into the picture, and I’m excited to watch that picture come together.
I’ve now been in Iraq for 5 weeks working as a design intern for Preemptive Love, and I’m amazed to see how many people want this peace that we sometimes talk so flippantly about. The best part is that it isn’t the unachievable fantasy I used to believe in. All it takes is a little investment. A dollar here, a tweet or status update there. Involvement can grow fairly easily (and sometimes unbeknownst to us) into investment. For me it started with a conversation and developed into a commitment.
By reading this entire post, you’ve already been included. Why not take it a step further?
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| Anton Warkentin is a graphic design intern for PLC (‘11) from Chapman University in Orange, CA. He spends his days in the office working on PLC’s brand & identity, apparel, advertisements and much more, and he considers this work to be a fusion of his two great passions: design and serving GOD. A slightly less important fact about Anton: his fraternity’s mascot is a unicorn, which also happens to be his favorite animal. |
In A Word: “Daily Square”
July 7, 2011 by Lydia · 1 Comment

The Daily Square is a compilation of photos from Remedy Mission VI in southern Iraq. For more Daily Squares, check out PLC’s Facebook page.
| Lydia Bullock wrote and photographed for us during the 2010 summer internship and then again for 7 months in 2011. She documented surgical missions in northern and southern Iraq. See more of her excellent work on our Flickr stream, or follow her on Twitter: @lydiabullock. |


















