Well, after last night's dinner...let's just say i relapsed. Without a doubt, i can trace it back to the "Andhra" fish curry. Argh...last night was not pleasant.
Today my dad had four shoebox gift distributions scheduled. I think sometimes he forgets he's not a teenager anymore...that kind of schedule is exhausting. He left in the morning and got home around 4:30 after only two... and we were leaving at 4:30 p.m. for the next two. Normally, we all don't go, but after the second one, we were invited for dinner...so off we went. Well, the rest of them went, i decided to stay home because of my "delicate" system. Actually, they went to the one and came and picked me up between the two...i felt bad that this family had wanted to host us and it seemed rude not to go. Better to go and eat very little, than not go at all.
This was a long program...i'm not sure any kids can sit through it, much less our kids, especially when it was all in Telugu. It must get really monotonous to do this everyday, multiple times a day...
They gather the kids around, then talk about:
- Samaritan's Purse and the number of kids in America that put together these shoebox gifts
- the different between a gift and a prize and the gift of love and salvation.
- go through the 10 commandments
- any special guests of honor get to talk a little too
- roll call for the kids that enrolled to get a gift
- lining them up and getting the gifts sorted for their specs
- then come the handing out of gifts and photo ops...
Even the adults were getting restless. Well, kids will sit through it...but not quietly.
