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Finding home right where we are
Originally appeared on spirituality.com
There was something different about him. Not his appearance—foreign students aren’t uncommon in our Kentucky college town. But something drew me to him. He looked so unhappy.
His bike had a flat tire and he came into our hardware store to buy a new inner tube. As he dug around in his pockets for change, I offered to help with the repair.
He asked to borrow a few tools and was soon out on the sidewalk, struggling to loosen the rear wheel. I watched him wrestle with the bike for a few minutes, and then went out to ask where he was from. Soon we were both working on the repair and he began to talk.
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