So I have a story for you!

Today we were introduced into Wesley United which is the church where Irene's Place is located. So as we were introduced we had to give our names, where we are from, what are volunteer locations are, and why we are here in general. Then we all sat down and listened to the sermon which was about giving, and the pastor said "compared to most of the people in the world, everyone in this church, EXCEPT maybe "The Interns" (us) in Irene's place, is concidered rich!" They also think Moriah (Irene's Place leader) is dirt poor, so that just adds to the story. So after church we all go back home to Irene's Place and are just chillin'/eating lunch when this car stops in front of our house. This elderly man (90 years old) steps out of his car and awkwardly walks up to the door. Moriah and I are just watching from the kitchen window and are like "what is he doing?" Well, Moriah goes and opens the door and he just looks at her and say "yes, you are home" and then turns around and goes back to his car without saying another word. Moriah calls after him and says "Sir?! can I help you with something?" and he just keeps walking, doesn't respond. Once the man gets to his car he starts to fiddle with something in the front seat then emerges from his car with a plastic bag. I'm not exactly sure what Moriah said to him cause I couldn't hear, but she comes in with this bag full of food: one loaf of bread, 6 pieces of nice pork chops, and 2.2 kg of raw chicken with herbs, and 1/2 gallon of honey that he raised himself. Becca and I just look at each other with this amazed expression on our faces. The old man then comes back to the door and says "I was moved by the message this morning and what you said, so what do you need?" Moriah just said "well, actually we are fine! We arn't as dirt poor as he made us out to be, so we'll be alright."

Let me just say, that 90 year old man now has a special place in my heart. Aussies don't exactly understand simple living so a lot of people want to step in and provide what we need. Such nice people. I know, my last post was about giving, but I still can't get over how generous people can be. Seriously, generous... one man offered to give us a car. Others ask us if we have enough heaters, blankets, or anything/everything.

Next week's blog: Our failed attempt at public transportation.