Humbled: First Came Father Pavel…

indexVova came by and we sat and talked a few minutes, then along came Father Pavel of the monastery and he had two young men from the Big Village school helping him deliver bags of food to us three Tiny Russian Village people. He asked how everything was and after taking some pictures of him, Vova and I. He promised to get a copy to me and they left. Vova and I smiled at each other, for we had bags of fruit, cookies and home made pancakes. Plus some other goodies…

Then I walked Boza and as I walked people started to come up the hill. Church people and they all hunted me down and asked if I was okay and or alright? Boza and I stayed outside until it was all done and everyone took pictures and gave us more food. I hope they went to Vova and Nina at the white house up top. I would feel bad if they did not, but I am sure they did…

I have abundance of oranges, apples cookies. I also got veggy oil to cook with, a huge bag of flour, eggs, salo and more pancakes…

Father Pavel said that this was tradition to bring the remote little villages food at this time of the year. It is well known that we get snowed in and food gets short in supply at this time. I was simply stunned and found myself humbled at the jester and hugs I got from total strangers. many implied they would bring more when they can…

You see, the large villages know that we lose our only walking bridge and that it is hard for us to get supplies. The ones with 4X4 vehicles come out when the roads are just passable and make sure all are okay. It was heart warming and it is what society should do. Not the government, but society should help each other…

I received 3000 to 4000 rubles worth of food and I have to tell you that God has humbled this American and the Russian people have shown me what real people and real friends do for the others. There was no expectations, just sincere wanting to know if all was good and here is food to eat…

Thank God I am in Russia and Thank God for my Sweetie and bringing me here. I feel wanted here and I had my picture taken with a dozen total people…

And I looked so terrible (unshaven and dirty coat) and they could have cared less. They were happy and I am their America, living in a Tiny Russian Village…

WtR

About Кайл Китон

A survivor of six heart attacks and a brain tumor, a grumpy bear of a man, whom has declared Russia as his new and wonderful home. His wife is Russian and she puts up with this bear of a man and keeps him in line...Thank God for my sweetie and Russia...Кайл Китон