i have this book
i bought it for about $3
from a bookstore on the outskirts of town
it's a little kids' bible
it's still too hard for me though
i bought it so i can read it w/ my neighbors
to practice my language reading
i bought it w/ my own money, too. you see, my family is upper-middle class. i've always depended on them to bail me out when i need money. but this year, i want to live on my own
i'm learning how to value things
how to budget my money.
it's the first time in my life i've actually budgeted
i'm spending $20 a month to eat out, $5 to skype my family
i put my savings away at the beginning of the month, bundled in a safe.
i used to give anything to anybody whenever i felt like
and i thought i was a giving person
but i realized, that my idea of giving was skewed.
because if you value things, that means counting its cost
to really give, you have to choose what + when to give, and to whom
i've realized, that i'm not the generous guy that i thought i was
i like to appear generous. but really i'm very selfish. i don't like to give.
i like to appear giving
i give on impulse
i give stragetically
i give manipulatively
i give with strings attached
i give to some, but not to others
i give to those who deserve it
i give to those who give to me
i give when people are watching
but when it comes down to it, i don't really like to give
my time. my money. my things. myself. i like to keep it. for myself
but i don't want to stay that way
when i give, i want to really mean it.
so i have this book
and i'm taking it over to my neighbor's to read and practice
i'm a little nervous because i wonder if they'll be offended. maybe they won't even want me to read it there.
"we don't want to read those falang stories about pra-yesu"
my neighbor has a little daughter
she's barely past 1
she used to be scared of me for a month
but now she likes me. we play sometimes
she likes to play with random things: shoes, a belt, chairs
i visit them to say hi
but really, to practice my language reading skills
it's been getting better
i bring my kid's bible there
it's hard for me. but i want to practice.
i pull it out + her parents are wowed. what a beautiful kid's book! they don't have books like that
they can't afford books like that. + this country doesn't even have them. they're just getting by w/ food for the next meal. + literacy + education is still in the developmental stages
i read the cover: the bible for kids.
they ask: is it a gift for her?
i get defensive. selfish. how dare u assume it's a gift.
+ i say: no. actually it's for me. i'm learning how to read. can i practice?
they smile. the mom corrects me as i read. she's only a high school graduate herself, but she reads proudly
i ponder how much i spent on the book. it's $3. just 3 measly dollars. but to me right now, that's a lot. it's 25,000 kip. it's 4 hours in the internet cafe. it's 3 meals out. it's a month's worth of phone credit. it's actually a sacrifice for me, on my budget now.
i flip to the next page. the title says: "pra-yesu came down to be born." a baby's bundled up in a manger. three kings have followed a star to give him gifts. i point to one of the wise men's camels, and ask the little girl, what's that? the mom answers. i don't think there's a word in their language for camel, because the mom says, "it's a cow"
the little girl is distracted. she's only 1. the book is only interesting for 10 seconds at a time. but the mom is entranced. what a nice story, she says.
it takes all the willpower i can muster, but i make the decision. and i tell the parents: i change my mind. i'll give the book to your daughter. you can read her the stories.
the little girl looks up from the book, and stares at me intently. she smiles. she flips to the beginning, to the page about creation. adam and eve are looking at the sunset, surrounded by a deer, rabbits, a lion. and the mom starts to read.