Breaking Your Own Rules
December 26, 2011
The kids bluffin' in their Christmas clothes. From left to right: Nya, Mary, Yada, some kid I don't know, and Grandpa... Jean Paul... whatever we're calling him these days.
Around 6:00 I went to read on the porch. Our neighbor Vivian sat on the pump looking tearful. “Merry Christmas!” I yelled. “What soup did you cook?” She mumbled something. “Eh?” I called. “Sis RB, we didn’t eat today. No money.”
Those four kids have been alone over there for weeks. I felt terrible. I didn’t have any food to give her. Internal struggle. We aren’t here to feed people, but she’s such a good kid and it’s Liberian Christmas. I walked out and gave her $150LD (about $2US).
“Go get some food for everyone, ok?” Her jaw dropped. “Merry Christmas.”
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- Daniel… wearing pants! He poked his head in shyly and asked if I wanted to drink juice with him.
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- More Christmas outfits. From left to right, Varoo, Marcy, Grandma (in the red glasses), and… two more cuties I don’t know.
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- “RB, take ma own!”
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- Never smile in your pictures
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- The kids bluffin’ in their Christmas clothes. From left to right: Nya, Mary, Yada, some kid I don’t know, and Grandpa… Jean Paul… whatever we’re calling him these days.
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life magnanimous 
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