I want to echo the words of my dear friend Lindy,,, “I am where I belong.”
I know that the things I am learning here at U of M are more valuable to the formation of my character than I could have hoped for.
Tonight I was the only non-Asian at what is called a “Hot-Pot” party.
History:
I was invited by my neigbhor Shuen (and leader of my women's Bible study).
Shuen is American Chinese and she has a Taiwaneese roommate, Joyce. I met Joyce today at the bus stop.
I said, "Are you Joyce?" and she looked at me with that 'stay away you creep' look and said "yes". And I proceeded to introduce myself as Shuen's friend. Later that night, I was called to a HOT POT party.
OK so first things first, Hot-Pot is NOT what it sounds like. It IS the best thing this side of Northwood (my apartment). I being non-Asian am a minority here in this complex. I love it. I love my neighbors.
Definition of Hot Pot:
A crockpot like dish, set in the middle of the living room, on a table with about 12-15 people sitting around. What goes in? I think everything. Some of what I ate...well...you probably don't want to know; squid, fish balls (i think scales/bones/eyeballs included), tofu, some sort of tuber, unrecognizalbe meat, chicken legs, and an assortment of green stuff. I loved it. I felt my gag reflex only once, and that was due to the fish ball texture. The people at the party were from Japan, Korea, Taiwan, and China. They accepted me and loved on me. How can they do that? I wonder do I do that? I don't think so. Seriously, they wanted me to share their culture. God make me like that!
They were shocked at my profficiency with chopsticks. I guess one thing that American-Chinese restaurants do right is the chopstick thing.
1 comment:
You are so amazingly adaptable, and I love it! I would feel so totally out of place, and I think I would have way more than one gag reflex.
Oh, and let me comment here on the thinking big post. Sometimes I think people are so intensely caught up in thinking, talking, and being "big" that they sometimes forget the smallest thought or action creates a big commotion. Like a pebble thrown into a still pond. The ripples move outward in a very big way; yet, the waves are caused from a little stone. Those are some of my thoughts on the thinking big idea.
I think it's awesome how you run the ideas you encounter by your faith first and foremost. You are such a fantastic person, and I am blessed to have the privilege of calling you a friend.
Talk to you soon!
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