|After everything was done, what was there to do but read?|
And of course, everyone has a story. Someone was telling me the other day about a Tongan family who (like many Tongan families) has two houses. Usually, one house is the boys' house, and the other is the nice family house. One Sunday, the family was all resting in the family house, when someone heard a noise, and went to the other house to investigate. It was theives, who when they heard, immediately ran off to a get-away vehicle. Fearing the worst, the family went over to count their losses. The house was cleaned out- laptops gone, stereo gone, and worst of all, all their fine mats and tapa, worth thousands of dollars. They were devastated- until they went to the outhouse out back. To their surprise, amusement, and releif, they found all their stuff, stacked on the toilet! The theives' greed had got the best of them, and they'd been intending to return with a bigger vehicle. Too bad we didn't have an outhouse to check.
|Fixing the break-in|
But what I didn't expect to feel was incredible greatfulness. I woke up this morning to cool breezes and the sun shining in the window, hearing echoes of Sunday sunrise service singing, and felt lucky- that we're alive and well, that both of us are together. I feel lucky that those items were the only thing they took. I feel greatful for the support of our landlords, who got the broken window fixed, double-reinforced, and extra-lighted within hours of the next day dawning. For the friends who have supported us (and we haven't even told everyone yet, for the sheer emotional exhaustion of having to explain the whole thing over again). I feel lucky that we have food in the kitchen, fans to keep us cool, books to read, and people to talk to. Who knew that something like this would have made me feel greatful for everything else in life.