The All-Embracing Arms of Rotary

So. Once again, it is proved true that Rotary is EVERYWHERE. Things are just strange right now. Allow me a flashback to the not so distant past...
Okay. So, maybe Friday morning I'm woken up by my cellphone ringing. "'Allyo?" I grumble in my finest Russian accent. "Prevyet."
"Julie?" Is this the voice of Father, I wonder, or am I merely sleeping? It is, after all, six in the morning.
"Yes?" I blink.
"Your voice is all rough--are you sick?" I blink again and sit up in bed.
"No," I growl. "I was sleeping. How are you?"
Well, it turns out that Father has called with a purpose. He has called to prove that the long-reaching Arms of Rotary can reach you anywhere--even at six o'clock in the morning in a sleepy village suburb in Russia. Rotary had called with a mission, should I choose to accept it. I chose. To accept it, that is. Namely, Rotary gave me a name and a phone number--the number of Olga, who was hosted in a business program in America by my Rotary club. Olga lives with her fam in Tomsk, about eight hours north and several degrees colder than Barnaul.
So, I make the call, and eventually give up trying to talk Russian and the phone over to my host father. Plans are made without my knowledge, and then explained to me later in very fast Russian. To make a long story short, I am now living in comfort and happiness for a week in Tomsk, sans school.
Thank you Rotary. That's about all I'm going to say for this post, as all I really want to impress upon you is that Rotary really is everywhere. I leave the tales of my adventures in Tomsk for a later day--let is suffice to tell you that I know have in my possession a plaster ear, a large plastic banner and further missions in my future. But if I told you more, I'd have to kill you. Dasvidanya.