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Observations of a 12 year old boy from Africa

  • "In America, all the houses have lights. And water."
  • "There are many, many beautiful flowers in America."
  • "In Sierra Leone, much work must be done by hand. In America, there are machines for almost every kind of work."
  • "Cars in America have lots of buttons."
  • "It is cold."
  • "Toy Story is a very funny movie. I like it very much."

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  1. Anonymous4:13 PM

    What a great perspective. We take so much for granted. Even the poorest in America are so much richer than the rest of the world. And yet, how often do I sit here and daydream about wanting more. May God forgive all of us rich Americans for our lack of gratitude!

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  2. Anonymous6:16 PM

    Cathy,

    Reading about Tejan is wonderful. Thanks for sharing this stuff. Riley said "we should do something like that" meaning we should have an exchange student or something. That kind of shocked me coming from him. Thanks for the inspiration.

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  3. mmmm thanks for this. Really makes me appreciate all that I have.

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  4. What an awesome reminder for all the things we have to be grateful for. Out of the mouths of babes.

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