Go. Serve. Love is stoked to welcome David Armstrong today. A handful of unexpected facts about Dave:
- He has taken off in an airplane one more time than he has landed in an airplane.
- His current favorite character in the Bible: Balaam’s donkey.
- He could eat black beans and rice with hot corn tortillas every meal of his life.
- He’s set foot in 15 countries.
- He already has his ticket for 4 days straight of playing table games at “Geekway to the West” coming to St. Charles, MO on May 17th.
- He can shoot a rubber band 50% further than anyone else.
It was after church in Bogota one Sunday, all of us standing around and talking in the way so many Latino cultures love. Outside, one of the young college aged guys–with a big ol’ grin, no less–scuffed my new pair of kicks. On purpose. Like he was doing me an awesome favor.
Growing up with brothers had long ago convinced me that when you scuff a friend’s shoes, you run. Fast.
But Luis just stood there, beaming like a chrome fender–genuine, even innocent, if it were possible. The other guys looked on as if he’d just bought me a burger.
What in the world was I missing?
Well. Anyone’ll tell you that when you buy a new car (or, yeah, pair of shoes), which scratch is the most agonizing? Which one do you spend the most time rubbing with your finger, wishing there were a Magic Eraser for cars or Chuck Taylors?
The first one.
So, my Colombian friends reason, that one is best done by a friend.
Gotta admit–it took me awhile. (The shoes I like aren’t all that easy to come by in South America.) And yet, it was my wake-up call: An action could mean something totally different to them, the opposite of what it meant to me. And yet somehow it wasn’t wrong. Just different.
For the record: My US friends are less-than-understanding of the great wisdom and depth of friendship involved when I scuff their shoes. Better run.
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