Something Funny.

From America to Africa, a person is just a person. Back at home, I would take my sister’s clothes and wear them whenever I wanted. A part of her was probably relieved when I left because that meant she didn’t have to continuously confront me anymore to ask me to stop taking her things even though for some reason I just never stopped.

When I got here, I left a few things out on my dresser like deodorant, a hairbrush, lotion, etc. Once, there was a visitor who stayed in my room for one night. I went to sleep early that night, but woke up when I heard a noise. I looked over and the visitor was rubbing my deodorant all over her body while wearing one of my dresses. The next morning she woke me up to say goodbye and asked me if she could borrow a shirt. I agreed, too asleep to process anything, and I never saw the shirt again.

Since then, people have used my malaria pills, my internet credit, my shower lotion, the food I bought for myself, and more. Also since then, I’ve learned to hide my stuff AND I’ve learned that it’s almost impossible for me to stay frustrated with anyone who is using my stuff because…I did the same thing to Kari.So basically, just treat others as you want to be treated. Even if your sister’s clothes are really, REALLY cute, remember how indignant and violated you felt when you saw someone rubbing your deodorant all over their body.

Lesson learned. 

Love, 

Christie

[the visitor came back into my life a few months later. the lord put it on my heart to befriend her and it turned out that she is very sweet. the second time around, however, i did keep my last stick of deodorant hidden away.]