Thursday, October 25, 2007

I was fourteen when you took me into your home and offered me a week's wages of pop. You showed me your life, Shaun of the Dead and strength. You gave me headlice and a perspective of life that has never left me. You changed my worldview, and I will attribute my life's work to you.

I don't remember your name and have no way to contact with you. You probably wouldn't remember me anyway, just another wide-eyed tourist sponging off your country. You must be at least 19 now, if you're still alive. And you'd be watching and waiting, with the rest of the world to see how life, in the next few moments, will unfold into the future.

"I think I might have told you before that I owe Burma something, at some point I will go back... [what?] .... I'm not sure exactly"
~ Majortombo

I am praying for you and your country, as you were once Christ to me.

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