Got the roof on the house, the floor put down, and the bathroom toilet installed. As a thank you, the mother of the family who will be living in the home made for the three of us an awesome meal. Sitting there looking at the empty plate I just cleaned, I couldn’t help but think that in the U.S. I would have likely hesitated to eat what was given to me, picked out the things I thought I wouldn’t like, and have made plans in my head to go somewhere else after. With having a one slice of ham sandwhich, nothing else, I couldn’t help but be thankful for the food I was given. Suddenly, fried pig intestines and boiled gourds sounded delightful because of how little I would typically get to have. This doesn’t mean that I am not thankful for my sandwhich I got, but it’s that I have noticed that the things I used to not care for have become meaningful.
