I was cycling home from our office when I passed an old friend on his bicycle. We quickly recognised each other, then circled back to greet each other. My old friend was carrying a stick of sugar cane chopped into several pieces and strapped to the back of his bicycle.
He has many children and an uncertain future (work-wise); however his first thought when seeing me was to unstrap his sugar cane and give me two pieces (with strict instructions to give one to Myron).
I didn’t have anywhere to strap them; and they were quite cumbersome to carry; however I accepted his generous gift.
His first thoughts in seeing me was to look at what he had and to share some of it with me. These are never my first thoughts; I barely even remember to offer visitors a cup of water when they visit
I am certainly challenged a lot from the culture I live in.
Dan and Jodes... in Gulu, Uganda 