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u have heard alll ur life that it is not the gift but the thought that is important and that is soooooo true...more so for me now....i have written on here about the many Ethiopians i have met while taking my sister to the hospital...our conversations sometimes juss go wid a hail , r u Ethiopian, yes, n r u Jcan, yes, how u know etc etc etc
one young lady who works at the parking garage would engage me in conversation while collecting the money and weneva she would be on break an see me in the building....we would talk about her country and its ties to mine an of course she was amazed at the knowledge of her history...to the extent that she would say i would afford her a new way of looking at things there
anyhow, i dont go to the hospital as regularly as before...down to once a month now and on the last trip she asked me when i would bebak..i said in a month's time...so i am there an driving out and she is leaving the kiosk for the day and runs over to my vehicle...she said she thought she had missed me an went bak to the kiosk and came with a gift bag...she said she wanted me to have it ,even though it was not new
so i thank her an drive off...juss now i am arranging yarns an i remember the bag..so i go to the car an would u believe she has given me hand loomed white linen that they wear with the ites .green an gold woven in ...i am beyond miself wid joy an totally overwhelmed...it is obsvious that it is not pristinely new, as in neva washed but it is clean an it is beautiful if not a little faded int he colours...but that ongle makes it more precious..
it is obvious that she brought it with her from Ethiopia and has used it and now she thinks enuff of me to share it with me
it a go yaad fi go up in di hills wid mi next trip..it will be my headwrap and cover..it is that much
one young lady who works at the parking garage would engage me in conversation while collecting the money and weneva she would be on break an see me in the building....we would talk about her country and its ties to mine an of course she was amazed at the knowledge of her history...to the extent that she would say i would afford her a new way of looking at things there
anyhow, i dont go to the hospital as regularly as before...down to once a month now and on the last trip she asked me when i would bebak..i said in a month's time...so i am there an driving out and she is leaving the kiosk for the day and runs over to my vehicle...she said she thought she had missed me an went bak to the kiosk and came with a gift bag...she said she wanted me to have it ,even though it was not new
so i thank her an drive off...juss now i am arranging yarns an i remember the bag..so i go to the car an would u believe she has given me hand loomed white linen that they wear with the ites .green an gold woven in ...i am beyond miself wid joy an totally overwhelmed...it is obsvious that it is not pristinely new, as in neva washed but it is clean an it is beautiful if not a little faded int he colours...but that ongle makes it more precious..
it is obvious that she brought it with her from Ethiopia and has used it and now she thinks enuff of me to share it with me
it a go yaad fi go up in di hills wid mi next trip..it will be my headwrap and cover..it is that much
and definitely something she put thought into.
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