He had nothing to offer but a handshake.
He had nothing to offer but a handshake.
I was on my way to the clinic to get my finger stitched up after I cut it trying to open a can of luncheon. This little Sudanese boy, he was maybe 8, stood there outside his building and beckoned me. I don't understand Arabic, but a questioning nod from me was enough response for him. the few words he knew in English he used. "wait" he said and beckoned me to the entrance of the building. I saw a small red bicycle and I understood he needed help to get the bicycle up to his home. I went over picked up the bicycle with my healthy hand and started to follow the boy up the stairs. he lived on the second floor, the top floor of the building. I lay the bicycle on the floor and turned to leave, just as he says "thank you". I mention "you're welcome" as I step down, but he says "wait". I turn around and see his hand stretched out towards me. I couldn't help smiling as I accept his only offering for a lending hand, a handshake.
I was on my way to the clinic to get my finger stitched up after I cut it trying to open a can of luncheon. This little Sudanese boy, he was maybe 8, stood there outside his building and beckoned me. I don't understand Arabic, but a questioning nod from me was enough response for him. the few words he knew in English he used. "wait" he said and beckoned me to the entrance of the building. I saw a small red bicycle and I understood he needed help to get the bicycle up to his home. I went over picked up the bicycle with my healthy hand and started to follow the boy up the stairs. he lived on the second floor, the top floor of the building. I lay the bicycle on the floor and turned to leave, just as he says "thank you". I mention "you're welcome" as I step down, but he says "wait". I turn around and see his hand stretched out towards me. I couldn't help smiling as I accept his only offering for a lending hand, a handshake.
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