Thursday, August 6, 2009


This morning we invited Baldwin, the 90-pound night guard from the Peace Corps house, over to our house for coffee. When Trevor offered him a bowl of granola, I realized he had never seen cereal before, so I coached him on putting on some milk and eating it with a spoon.

Baldwin asked me to do a couple of things for the guards, one of which was to return his name to the house softies log. At some point, somebody left him off the sheet where people record how many Cokes they've taken from the house fridge, and he took this to mean he wasn't allowed to have them anymore. It kind of breaks my heart that it took months for him to work up the nerve to tell mention this.

We sent him home with a little baggie of Valentine's candy for his kids. He predicted it would make them jump up and down with happiness. That is something I would like to see.

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