I felt ill this morning so I didn't go to the orphanage as I normally do on Mondays. I didn't want to pass the sickness on to the little ones. I did not want one of the caretakers roughly grabbing my hand and leading me out of the room as if her pastel purple uniform entitled her to do such things. But my friends, Kristen and Suzie, like to go out for lunch afterwards. So we did. I met them a few blocks from my house at a little restaurant.
I rode my bike to meet them at the little diner. Does anyone who is reading this know me? I follow traffic rules very carefully. I wait for the green man, run when my time is running out, and stop - halt - when he becomes red. I walk on the white-striped lines. I am very paranoid about pedestrian accidents I think.
Biking in my neighborhood is changing me though. I cut more corners and I watch for other cyclists most carefully. Today I rode fast and squeezed between a police man and a cement post. I am not a dare devil yet, but this is some serious progress for an uptight law-abider.
I still have a bad cough. The maid who's cleaning in my room right now told me I shouldn't have eaten "bing-chi-lene" or ice cream if my throat is sore. I'm sure that's what she was explaining with her hand gestures. Sometimes we don't communicate that easily though. She just left. I yell, "Thank you."
She cheerfully retorts, "Uh, NO sank yoo." And she snickers. I laugh in my hoarse laugh.
I'm past the adventure of living here in some ways, but I have to realize that my situation will never be just as I wish it to be. I have to be happy in my Lord and not be so easily swayed. At any rate, he has put me back on an even keel.
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