an honor

Yesterday at work, a coworker helped me take my brain injury crew out for a short walk. This coworker (as well as his wife, also a coworker) are very kind, gentle, soft-voiced folks from Kenya. The man works the day shift and will sit in on my group, sometimes asking questions about our culture, or sharing something about his country. I may be the only person in the company who know they are Muslim - which the man slyly let me know when I greeted him in Swahili one morning. He nodded and said, "Salaam" and shot me a little look to see if I understood. My reply was a smile and a nod, "Peace to us all."

On our walk, this man asked if I could help him with some questions sometime. Turns out they are questions for his citizenship test. :D:):D:):D:)

How very wonderful! Isn't it amazing how approaching people with openness and understanding can reap such rich interactions. :)

I don't know what it is about Kenyan culture, but the people are so very honest, respectful, gentle and compassionate people. You are very fortunate to have their trust and respect. :)

That's the kind of thing that renews my feeling of hope for human survival.

If only we can get together in great enough numbers to depose the psychopaths, we have a chance.

Salaam alejkum, ya LLB!

That is an honor, indeed! You earned it through your Swahili and your openness.