Our fans stopped working. In a country where the temperatures are in the 100's every day and the humidity feels like soup, we use the fans all the time. Chris was driving to work on his motorcycle and saw the traveling moto repairer man driving threw on his cart.
For an hour I needed to stand in the hot sun and watch him "fix" the fans so that he would not steal them or brake them worse.
We talked about many things, I think the Lord sent this man to encourage me. I felt like I could understand every thing he said. My Good Father sent a Vietnamese/Cambodian fan fixer to encourage me that my 5 years in Cambodia were not totally with out language gain.
Among the things he said to me were basic pleasantries such as why are we here and what do we do for work. i had opportunity to invite him to church and to tell him why we are here. And that is to tell people about Jesus Christ.
His other questions included information that would help him swindle me out of more money than it cost to fix the fan. How much is our rent. How much do we make.. Imagine his surprise when I informed him that we do not get paid at the church. It didn't fit his preconceived ideas . So in the end he insisted on double payment for a job that was shady to start with. He took all parts out of the fan and replaced them with older used parts then took my old parts and put them back in his box. For resale I am sure. But in the end the fan works so, who cares? I dont mind that he ripped me off, what I mind is my pride being hurt by all of his other questions.
He asked me 3 times if I am pregnant. I needed to remind him that I am just fat and that foreigners eat too much. This woman in the picture was just a by stander who took the only chair to sit and ask questions. She wanted to know if I was pregnant and although she asked the man, I answered her. I told her I am fat. She did not believe me so she refused to acknowledge that I understood her question in Khmer. She continued to talk with the man as if I were not there.
But this happens all the time. Occasionally I feel like elephant man unfit for viewing. Facebook can lie. It can make me look any way I want. I can pick pictures I can leave some out. But every Khmer person feels compelled to think that I am fat, and to tell me about it. And if I tell them that I am not pregnant, they assume that I am mis-informed. lol
Well there you have it. My daily routine. Well at least one hour of it. Oh, and yes and as I sit next to my fan I thank the Lord because of the hour of conversation and even if I did not like what I heard, well at least I understood.