.... are not our friends: I took the kids for a quick swim at their school. On the way home I hit a pothole covered by water from the rain. Busted both right side tires. No cell phone at hand. What we borrowed [cell phone] from the locals ["squatters"] that live on the side of the road ran out of load before we could let Mike know where we were. [Felt bad for using up the rest of his load on texts and calling someone to get a few phone numbers since I didn't have Mike's number memorized].
BUT these people were so gracious. Mar [father] rides passengers on his bicycle and side buggy for a living. He spent three hours riding to and from the tire shop 1/2 mile down the road to try and get the three tires fixed and then put in his own labor of taking the tires on/off our vehicle [the spare was apparently flat too]. In those three hours we got to know the rest of his family and friends. They gave us water and a few food items from their tiny sari sari store.
The next morning we made sure to pay him back in full plus for his own time he put into it...and met other family members. Mar lost his Bible several years ago that an African American missionary with the Nazarene church gave him. We can do something about that today. We came to the Philippines to serve. What an experience to be served by a somewhat-unlikely-'nother.
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