NOTE: I reduced this post to one third its original length for a project on Washington Post. Life is short: Autobiography as Haiku Unfortunately I found about it after the project was no longer running. I hope that the readers will enjoy it and feel the warmth of simple human connections that we make everyday.
Only if we consider them such, and nurture them
**********The guard greeted me with gentility common to people from Fiji, "I’ve something for you."
Returning a disposal plate from a week ago, in which I had served him dinner, he pointed at the bag of oranges sitting on the plate, “here, is your plate, with something from the market."
I did what my dad taught me. Whenever someone offers you food, accept it and then share it with them.
”But Ratu (sir), you’ve to take one orange from here."
He did graciously “And thank you”.
I slept warmly, even though it was a slightly cold night in the Pacific.
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