It means you grew up knowing how to make casave bread...
and hanging out with your indian friends is fun!
You do not realize they are living in poverty...
Perhaps because people would consider that you are living in poverty as well!
But you think you are rich!
It means your dad convinces you to play golf on the airstrip!
It means you were potty trained in an outhouse!
Your best friends are indian children!
It means, at a very young age, you are the best translator for any outsider
...even government officials and medical groups.
This is normal for you! The indians trust you. And , who else speaks, English-Spanish-Ye'kwana with a little bit of Sanema!
So you understand all the hard work that went into making your mud hut!
It means you have exotic pets...
Meet "Frutilupis" !
This toucan was a regular visitor at our house every afternoon. My husband would pop corn in the late afternoon and sit outside and share it with 'Fruitlupis', which is the Venezuelan name for Froot Loops cereal. This toucan would sit on his shoulder and share the pop corn right out of my husbands hand.
Jayde would bottle feed this fawn named "Bambi". Her mother was killed by the hunters and they brought the fawn back to the village to be cared for. She was cared for until old enough to survive on her own in the jungle. Once old enough she was released.
It means you learn to make your own fun!
This improvised see-saw the children made lasted for weeks!
It means you are more familiar with flying in small planes than in riding in cars. Taking a taxi ride is 'exotic' and unusual to you, but flying for two hours over the jungle, landing on short grass airstrips is boring...you can sleep through that!
It means you might convince your mom into allowing you to wear a Mohawk!
That way you feel like a real indian!
It means you were home schooled.
It means Aunt Beth came to teach you algebra,
even though no one else in the village cares about your suffering!
2 comments:
Love the pics Rita and the stories told with them. So thankful for the wonderful life God has allowed us to live as missionaries. Thanks for sharing.
This was good for the day I got home from vacation. Haven't seen any of your post lately but his was just what I needed to catch me up. I loved the pics and the life at the Vernoy's home. God bless you:
Eddie Buford
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