It is always interesting to see the outcome of a serious of seemingly unconnected events. It all started in the radiology department during all those lovely visits to the doctor last month. People from all over Southeast Asia come here for medical care, so any given waiting room in the hospital is converging of languages and people groups. I had noticed a woman about my age wearing a bright floral headscarf with her mother in the waiting room, and when the seat I was standing by came open, I smiled my welcome for her mother to sit down. I was finally able to secure a seat of my own across the aisle, and we struck up a conversation. She is from Bangladesh, but lives in London where she works for an NGO (non-government organization). My name was soon called and we parted ways.
Four days later, one of my colleagues that lives in the same apartment complex came over to borrow 2 tomatoes.
The next day, I went back to the doctor to get the results from all my tests. In front of the hospital is a mall, which is very typical here. Pretty much every building either is a mall, beside a mall, opposite a mall, connected to a mall, around the corner to a mall . . .well, you get the picture. So, I went next door to get 2 tomatoes. On my way to the grocery store, I walked right by the girl from radiology, and next thing I know we are in a full tilt traditional greeting with kisses on both checks and everything. This time, Amelia and I took the time to exchange email addresses and phone numbers. She will be back again to help with her mother's medical care, so who knows where seemingly unconnected events will take us next.
