Arvid’s 2015 ride will take him from Deadhorse, Alaska, to Key West, Florida – the most northern and southern points in Canada and the US (connected by a road). It begins July 7, 2015.
One of a series of posts featuring someone on the outside looking in. Special thanks to 11-year-old Kepler for sharing his perspective on Arvid’s adventure.
I would have loved to see Arvid keep on cycling even if he has past the point of not being able to beat the record. But I am still really proud of Arvid! He has raised so much money already for Mully Children’s Family, and given so much.
If things are hard just pray, and if you are too far behind that you completely forget about the Guinness World Record, then think of all the money that you have already raised, and be encouraged!
It’s amazing how one person like Mr. Mulli can impact the lives of 10,000 kids, and I think that he has made a HUGE difference in the world. He nourishes them and gives them all beds! He deserves a huge amount of respect! I think that God is working through him in tens of thousands of ways! I love seeing all the kids’ smiles and their lives being changed through God and Mr. Mulli.
I think what motivates Arvid is thinking about all the kids that are still on the street, and also those kids with huge smiles on their faces at Mully Children’s Family. He want to help Mr. Mulli rescue even more kids from the streets of Kenya. It makes me feel more passionate and want to donate even more money to MCF.
I love what Arvid has done in the world, and pray that he will keep on going.
After enjoying the comfort of our home, sheltered from the weather for the last 48 hours, I am totally at peace with our decision to abandon my record attempt. It looks like the forecast was right, with more rain and winds gusting 50km/hr from the north today. Under these circumstances it is not possible (for me) to break the existing record. That however, does not make it any easier to DNF.
My #1 priority with any event is creating awareness and raising funds for MCF. This GWR attempt continues to do that. The media has been great and we have introduced many new people to the work of Mully Children’s Family. Complete strangers have stopped by, dropped off a donation or are sending one by mail or paypal. Thank you. Our book “When Quitting is Not an Option” continues to generate very positive feedback.
I DREAM BIG and i will continue to do so. It is only when we are willing to risk the possibility of failure/disappointment that we can expand the boundaries that previously defined us. My “big” dreams are not in personal cycling accomplishments, but rather in making a significant difference to the less fortunate. Just because I am not rich (financially) I am still entitled to experience the joy of giving and so are you.
What would our world look like if the ‘worth’ of a man was measured not by what he has, but rather by what he is willing to give up for someone else?
Yes, I dream big.
The things we do for ourselves will be forgotten when we are gone,
The things we do for others will live on. Grandpa Arvid
One of a series of posts featuring someone on the outside looking in. Special thanks to Paul H. Boge (author of “Father to the Fatherless” and “Hope for the Hopeless”) for sharing his perspective while Arvid was still riding.
I admire Arvid’s ability to maintain a sense of humour while under such duress. I have seen this during two of Arvid’s tours that I previously had the privilege to be a part of. Now that he is on a loop on Henderson I see the same joking nature come through. I am a huge Germany fan. Arvid a Paraguay fan. I pulled in to see him and I had my Germany flag on my car window and of course he had to point that out. If I had been cycling as long as he had been I am not sure I would have been able to recognize seeing a flag, let alone recognize the country it belonged to. Another time when I stopped in to see him I saw him taking a brief nap – (what are the odds really, he sleeps so little) – and it is so encouraging to see a man who is following God’s call. To give 100% effort in carrying out the task God has called us to. To sleep so little in order to accomplish so much.
Last night it was pouring rain. I was working on the Mulli script and it occurred to me that there was Arvid slugging it out in the rain cycling for MCF while I was up there in a room writing away for MCF. It seemed unfair really. I don’t have the gift of cycling. And I am guessing that when the bugs are in Arvid’s eyes, the sun is drenching his skin, his muscles are aching, that the temptation to do something else besides riding might be quite high. It’s an incredible story. I think his son Paul has done a great job in telling it. Why do I mention this: We each get called by God to different things. What I find inspiring and encouraging about Arvid is that he is giving it all he has. Surrender to Christ. Dedication. Commitment. Ecclesiastes 9:10 says: “Whatever your hand finds to do, do it with all your might.”
So whether you are cycling staggering distances, or if you are like the two Pauls who are more into the writing side of things – God has given you a gift and a unique calling that will take everything you have to complete.
It’s just so cool to have a visual encouragement in Arvid. I hope you are inspired by his example to pursue your calling.
Sometimes things turn out differently than one would ever imagine. Today is one of those days.
Arvid has put 100% into this GWR attempt. Anyone that has been in Winnipeg these last two weeks knows that he has had less than ideal weather conditions. He has gotten soaked and battered by the wind so many times we have lost count. The forecast calls for two more days of this. It is not safe to be on the bike now.
We always strive to make wise, responsible decisions. We have decided that the GWR 2014 Attempt is done. There is no way to recover the distance required to beat the record. It is unfortunate but that’s the unpredictability of life. And we accept this.
Some may ask why Arvid would not continue when the weather is nicer. We had fantastic support crew that took time from their busy lives and we are so thankful for that. There is a limit to how much time they have to give. Continuing would mean finishing it without a support crew which would lengthen the time required to do it. We have weighed the benefit of finishing slower and do not believe it is critical to our goal of creating awareness and funds for MCF.
Thank you for your interest. Please continue to support our efforts on behalf of the 10,000 reasons (lives) rescued by MCF.
Please check back on the blog for further updates.
One of a series of posts featuring someone on the outside looking in. Special thanks to 11-year-old Joy for sharing the speech that got her to the District Speech Finals – and that reminds us what Arvid’s ride is all about.
The Life Of Charles Mulli
Imagine: You live in Kenya, in a tiny hut with your mother father and brothers. Your father is an addict and comes home almost every night drunk. He constantly beats and has almost killed your mother. One day you wake up and the hut is empty. Gone. Your family has abandoned you.
Today I have come to talk to you about a man named Charles Mulli. He has an amazing story, which I will tell you in just a moment.
Charles lives in Kenya, to this day, with his wife, Esther, and 7 kids. Over 6000 other children, orphans, have been helped through his organization, which I will also mention.
When Charles Mulli was 6, his parents left him to fend for himself. His neighbours turned him away when he went to them for help, and he begged for food. He was reunited with his parents again, only to have them leave when he was 9. Finally, a grandfather took him in. After 3 years, Charles had to leave due to financial problems.
Through odd jobs, he managed to pay for himself to go to school. Charles worked hard, and established several businesses involving taxi driving, oil distribution, and a car insurance company.
One day, in 1986, Charles drove to Nairobi to update the registration on his buses. 8 boys, some of them teens, helped Charles to find a spot to park in the crowded lot. The street children asked for 1 shilling for helping him. Charles wanted to help, but realized the youth would only use it to harm themselves.
Half an hour later, he walked out of the building to find his vehicle was gone! He suspected the boys had stolen it. Now, you might think Charles was steaming mad, wouldn’t you be? But he couldn’t stop thinking about the street boys. He was battling an immense turmoil inside.
For 3 years he wondered how he could help.
Now imagine this: You’re 11 years old, and your father is one of the richest men in Kenya. You live the good life. One day he tells you he is going to us all of his money to help and take in street children. The outcasts.
Charles Mulli’s goal in life was to achieve great riches. Now it was to take in children no one wanted. He started by bringing food to the kids, telling them stories and that he loves them. Then Charles invited a few kids to his house to live and provided them with food and clothing.
Charles went on to start an orphanage, called Mulli Children’s Family and took in an ENORMOUS amount of children, who graduated, and he took in more. He has made a tremendous impact on the lives and destinies of these kids and youth.
So, Charles Mulli has a miraculous story, don’t get me wrong. His parents left him twice, he struggled through his teenage years, became a millionaire, and dedicated his life and his wealth to helping street children.
Charles has a biography, “Father to The Fatherless”, that I personally recommend.
I have met this man, and gotten to know some of his adoptive and biological kids, so this isn’t just research. I hope he changes your life like he did mine.
Sleep deprivation had taken its toll on Arvid. At the rate he was going, he would continue to lose daily distance and potentially fall significantly behind the record. He took the night off, sleeping and resting in hopes that some recovery would enable him to bike stronger for the rest of the ride. The weather is also incredibly discouraging. Please pray that things improve.
Having ridden the equivalent from Vancouver to Halifax , Arvid suggests that we go back to Vancouver.
After a good nights sleep, he was on the road by 6:00 am.
The wind is still gusty which is certainly not one of Arvid’s favourite weather patterns.
However, the mosquitos are in hiding and the grounds are drying out.
The 3 hours of rest a day that Arvid has been getting is no longer enough. There is very little recovery that happens during the short nights. The weather conditions continue to be brutal with hIm getting soaked several times a day. His speed on the bike has been slowly decreasing. We have decided that he will take an extended rest. He has already eaten pizza, had a leg massage and is now snoring. He will rest all night with plans to be on the bike again tomorrow (Sunday) at 6am.
Please pray that he will rest well and that his body and spirit will be strengthened to continue.
One of a series of posts featuring someone on the outside looking in. Special thanks to Matt for sharing your take on Arvid’s adventures.
When I think of Arvid, I think of passion. When I talk to him, I hear passion. And most importantly, when I see Arvid riding day and night, I see passion. And it’s the same kind of passion I saw in Charles Mulli when I volunteered at MCF last August. The same passion for the street children of Kenya and the same “Okay, God, I’ll do the impossible with Your help” kind of attitude and obedience. It’s inspiring. And it makes me passionate!
I’ve known the word passion to mean excitement and strong emotion and desire – all wonderful things that are used to describe Arvid. But I’ve learned that the word passion, or in Latin patere, was actually coined by 12th century religious scholars meaning to suffer. In fact, they created the word to describe the willing suffering of Jesus.
If you’ve been following Arvid on his ride, it’s not a stretch to make that connection. Since I live in Winnipeg and work in Selkirk, I’ve had the opportunity to see Arvid each day so far. Sometimes it’s a honk and a wave as we pass in opposite directions, sometimes it’s a quick cycle-by as I snap a few photos on the side of the road and other times it’s driving beside him to hear an update on the day. Each time I see him, despite the smile he always wears, I am inspired by his passion – by the suffering he is enduring – for each of the 10,000 wonderful children rescued by MCF over the past 25 years.
Thank you, Arvid, for showing me what real passion is.
At 4:30 AM we had to stop on the road side for a minor mechanical clip adjustment. With one shoe in hand and his dry sock absorbing rain water on the wet pavement… the mosquitos begin devouring his legs.
Forewarned is forearmed!