Curious Eyes
Everywhere I went there were curious children.
At one point during my visit I met a man who seemed to have
lots of young men hanging around him. I was wearing my Young Men's
Ultimate Weekend sweatshirt, so I took it off to show him,
thinking I might be able to communicate with him about
mentoring young men.
I handed him the sweatshirt to look at,
and knew from his reluctant expression that he was surprised to be offered
such a valuable gift. Recognizing that by handing him the
sweatshirt, I was in fact giving it to him, I smiled and offered it, again. He
beamed as he took the sweatshirt, and I went off
to tell Kathy I may have gotten myself, or her, in some sort of
trouble.
Kathy said the man to which I had given the sweatshirt
was a son of the blacksmith. The gift was, indeed, very valuable
since their family was among the poorest in the village.
I didn't get the impression from Kathy that what I had done was wrong,
but I was more careful in my encounters, staying closer to Kathy and her
translations.
