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Visitors from Zambia
Who knew that moving to a small farm in the back of nowhere would get you international visitors? We had a gentleman from Australia stop by, telling us he was lost. My husband's reaction was, "Buddy, you don't know how lost you are!"
Well, a week ago Friday I was clearing up after supper when there was a knock on the door. A nice young man had trouble with his car--it seems he had a flat, put on the spare, and used the bolts for the regular tire instead of the shorter ones for the spare, and the wheel wouldn't turn. (Any of you who own a Mercedes, take note that two sizes of bolts are supplied). Being a man, he hadn't read the instruction manual and now couldn't get the long bolts off which were wedged against the disc.
My husband gathered up the tools he thought he'd need, but came back for a larger wrench. He told me That the young man's father and nephew were sitting in the car. I went down to the highway and invited them to come to the house and wait where it was air-conditioned. As we were walking to the house, I noticed the father tottered a bit, and asked him if he felt well. He is diabetic and hadn't had dinner. When we got to the house I fixed a sandwich and some cherry tomatoes for him, gave them both water, and settled them in front of the TV to watch PBS. The nephew, a teenager, was fascinated by the size of our TV. (Well, the thing is about 40 years old, but it works!) He was a nice, polite youngster and didn't laugh outright at our small screen.
Meanwhile, down at the highway, a young man was passing going the other way, turned around and came to help. With the three of them working at it, they got the long bolts off, the short ones on, and drove the car up to our driveway to collect the missing family members, who were having a good time snacking and watching TV.
We gave them our phone number in case they had more trouble, but didn't hear from them and figured that was a pleasant interlude but we'd never see them again.
Then this past Saturday, guess who showed up in the driveway? It was Mr. Musoma and his wife. He is teaching business at Texas A&M and had picked her up at the Dallas airport, and they were on their way home. He wanted to introduce us to her, and she is the sweetest little thing. She was born and raised in Louisiana and has the softest accent and is adorable. He said his father wanted us to have his business card (he is the head of an investment firm in Zambia) and "if we were ever in Zambia we were expected to stay with his family." A visit to Zambia isn't likely, but if it were, we'd be knocking on Mr. Musoma the elder's door!
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It's a small world after all.
How sweet, Jane.
It just goes to show that a little help given here and there and new friendships can really blossom.
"Buddy, you don't know how lost you are!"
Ya'll were great as I would have been very afraid of them.You did good.
That was so great of you....now in quite a few areas you have to be very careful who you invite into your home..who knows, maybe someday you will have tickets to Zambia arrive in the mail...
Very nice story MG and how friendly of you to invite them in. When you mentioned they commented on the size of the TV I thought "it must be huge!". But then you said 40 years old... :) I applaud you for keeping old technology alive!
What a great story! You all "did good" in being so helpful and hospitable. Makes me proud to live in this country.
Great story Jane.