One day as Val and I headed out to get a taxi to go into town, I noticed a lady leaving from my apartment complex around the same time walking close behind me. It’s not very easy to find a taxi on the road where we live, and when we got to the end of our street I realized that this lady was looking for a taxi also. I was sort of bummed when a one finally came by and she flagged it down before we could! But to my surprise she looked our way and spoke to us in English saying, “This taxi is for you! You are my neighbor, and I want you to take it!”
That might not seem like too big of a deal, but I had little tears forming in my eyes because one of the locals had called me their neighbor. For one of the first times I felt accepted by the precious little people here, and I felt that they understand that I’m here to live with them! Now I know that I’ll never truly "be one" with the people here, especially for a 6’1” white girl with bouffant hair among a sea of 5’0” and under adorable Asian faces! But her maker used the words to really encourage me!!!
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It's so precious when encouragement comes from the most unlikely places. It always comes when we need it most. PTL!
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